AN: This story is rated M for sexual content. I do not own National Treasure, although the character of Jessica is my own. You have been warned (haha).
"Bunny, we're here!"
The limousine carrying newlyweds Riley and Jessica Poole slowed down and parked in front of Paris's lavish Ritz Hotel. Passersby couldn't help but watch the limo to see who would come out of it. And when the chauffeur finally opened the door, the people on the street applauded when they saw Riley, assistant to famed treasure hunter Ben Gates and author of The Templar Treasure.
Riley smiled. "The people of Paris have read my book," he said proudly to himself. "I feel accomplished." With that, he leaned into the limo. "Come on, cutie bear," he said to his wife, using the special nickname that only he was allowed to use. Jessica's special nickname for Riley was Bunny.
"I'm coming, Bunny," Jessica said. "My stupid heel is stuck under the seat here."
"Let me deal with this," Riley said. He bent down, reached underneath the seat, and pulled as hard as he could on Jessica's stuck shoe. He kept yanking on the shoe until he realized that there was a piece of white gum, probably about six months old, stuck to the high heel of the shoe. "Gross," Riley muttered. It took some doing, but he finally managed to wiggle the shoe free. He picked the gum off the heel and threw it into the street.
"I got your shoe, cutie bear," Riley said.
"Could you put it on me, please?"
"Hey, just like Cinderella. Of course I'll do it."
"Thanks, Bunny," Jessica laughed. She loved Cinderella.
Riley picked up Jessica's foot to slide the heel on. He gave her foot a little squeeze, and Jessica giggled madly and recoiled.
"What? What am I doing?" Riley asked with a smile.
"Bunny, that really tickles."
Laughing, Riley squeezed her foot again. Jessica squealed. "Ri-ley, stop it," she said between giggles. "Wait until we get to the room."
Riley took this moment to give his wife the classic "oh-you're-no-fun" look. Jessica couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's go, Bunny. You can tickle me all you want when we're all settled in and crap."
Her husband's face lit up. "Really, cutie bear? You mean that?" he asked.
"Of course. You know I love it when you tickle me, Bunny."
Riley broke into a devilish grin.
"What are we waiting for, then?" he asked. "Last one in the hotel is a Johnny Rain Cloud!"
And Riley raced through the doors of Paris's Ritz Hotel, followed in hot pursuit by his giggling wife Jessica.
