"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Wilde. I hope you enjoy your stay. And as I mentioned, just ring and we will bring you anything you need for the duration of your visit." The Lynx bellhop bowed slightly as he unlocked the door to the honeymoon suite. With one hand presenting the room, and the other extended in no subtle request for his gratuity, he cleared his throat. "Anything at all."
Nicolas Wilde slipped a few bucks into his palm, shaking his hand and pulling him in closer. "You just make sure we aren't disturbed. No wake up call or anything like that. And, my friend..." Whispering into the bellhop's ears, he peered into the gleaming violet eyes of his newlywed wife scolding him silently with a small smile. "Minibar gets charged to the ZPD, and where is the closest place to get a few fox caps know what I mean?"
Coughing into his hand to hide his answer. "But of course sir...and we provide three in the bedside drawer, good quality. Just how we serve our newlyweds here at the Darisson Hotels." Shaking Nick's hand approvingly as Judy passed them, swaying her hips in her after wedding skirt, he gave Nick a wink before closing the door and leaving the two alone.
Loosening his tie, Nick followed Judy into the common room, looking at her from behind as she stared out at the view from the window. The afternoon sun beaming into the room, silhouetting her grey furred form took him aback for a moment. "So...Mrs. Wilde, do you like it? 40 floors up and a great view. Can't beat that." As Judy turned her head to look at him, her violet eyes glowed in the sunshine. "The best view."Running and hugging Nick's neck, Judy nuzzled against her husband. "Mr. Wilde, this is just perfect. It's so high up, I can see everything in the city. You keep making me so happy. How do you do it?" She took in the scent of Nick's fur, a subtle hint of his cologne still remaining from the wedding.
Hugging her back, Nick fought the urge to kiss the top of her head. "Well, you know, I am Nicolas P. Wilde. A hustle here, and sweet talk there. Connections..."
"You mean the extra hours and shifts you took didn't enter into it at all? Or your Bluray collection that somehow ended up in Weaselton's inventory?" She smiled at him knowingly. "Should I start adding up how much that all costs for you? Or would you like to admit it so we can enjoy our first night together?"
Throwing up his hands in playful surrender, Nick laughed and then lifted her into a kiss. "You got me my Carrots. BUt nothing but the best for my Jude the dude. No more hustles, I swear. No illegal ones anyway." He licked his lips as Judy's eyes lovingly looked back into his. "So about that um...enjoying the first night together...does that mean? Are you sure, like right now?"
Wiggling free from his hug, Judy stepped away, and looked back out the window, sheepishly giggling to herself. Hearing Nick's footsteps slowly approach her, she stood straight up, then began taking her shirt off. Wiggling her ears free and erect, she pounding her fist into her palm with determination. "Nick, I am sure a few things right now. Like I'm sure that I can't wait for that luxury dinner! And I'm sure I want to walk on the beach after we eat. And I'm really really sure..." She turned to face him, dipping her head and looking with upward eyes into his. "That I am really really happy with the husband I love so much." Sneaking up on him, she stole a quick kiss as she strolled to her luggage. Smirking to herself after hearing Nick's sigh, Judy lifted her dinner dress from her luggage, admiring the red low-cut studded drape. Her eyes went back to her luggage, staring at the pure white lace lingerie hiding in the corner. She gulped, and looked back at Nick who's tail swayed as he looked out over the city. "Um, Nick...something else I'm sure of."
"Hmm, what's that?" He caught sight of the dress and swallowed the lump in his throat as he peered at Judy who lowered her ears, her nose twitching as her tongue passed along her lips in an amateurish arc.
A devilish grin formed on her face, and she walked towards him. "I'm sure that those three won't be enough." With a blown kiss, she left him alone as she prepared for their dinner, taking her dress, and sneaking the lingerie along with her.
Nick tugged his tie free. All the research he had done into the bunny sex life rushed back to him, and he began to sweat at the thought. Snatching up the phone, he dialed the concierge. Before they could answer, Nick covered the reciever and whispered into it. "This is the honeymoon suite. Don't ask questions, but I need a few more um...well...you know's for after our meal. We'll be out for a little afterwards, so just put a couple in with the rest, I'll leave a tip in there."
The concierge whispered back after a few moments. "Oh, the Wilde couple." Nick heard a small laugh from a female in the background, hearing the words 'bunny', 'newlywed', 'wrecked' for several more voices. "Bunny wife right? We'll send up two boxes, and a few more towels and sheets." The concierge laughed a little more, joined by a gaggle of women's giggles. 'Hope you survive!'
As the phone clicked, Nick looked down at his feet and then heard Judy in the shower humming 'The Bad Touch' from some band he couldn't remember at the time. "So this is how I die."