AN: Don't own National Treasure. Jessica is my own. You know all this, no?
Riley and I had just finished our spaghetti, and were clearing the table. We were on cloud nine from knowing that we were eventually going to be married.
"Would you like a back massage?" Riley asked me when everything was done.
"Ooh, I'd love one, Bunny. Thanks," I answered with a smile.
We went upstairs to Riley's bedroom. Riley handed me an oversized Red Sox shirt to change into. "I think I left this here a couple months ago," I laughed as I slipped it on.
"You did," Riley said. "I don't know anyone else that would leave a Red Sox shirt at my house." He put his hands on my shoulders and began to lightly massage my shoulder blades with his thumbs. It tickled, and I began to giggle.
"What is it, cutie bear?" Riley asked me.
"You're tickling me."
Riley smiled. "I know I am, cutie bear. That was the point." Hearing his warm, happy voice just made my heart explode. Riley kissed my forehead, my nose (I giggled), both of my cheeks, and my lips. Then, he said "Pillow fight!" and softly whacked me with one of the bed pillows.
"Why you little!" I laughed and picked up another pillow. "I'll get you!" I whacked Riley with the pillow.
"Not if I get you first!" Smoof. I love the sound a pillow makes when it hits you.
"Riley Joseph!" Smoof. Smoof.
"Jessica Elizabeth!" Smoof. Smoof. Smoof.
Pretty soon, we were laughing hysterically and trying to dodge the flying feathers of Riley's pillow, which had split wide open. Every time a feather was about to hit the floor, my Bunny blew on it and sent it back up into the air. It reminded me of that scene from It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, where Snoopy does that with a falling leaf. It made me giggle hysterically.
"Bunny, are you trying to imitate Snoopy?!"
"That wasn't my first intention, cutie bear," he answered, "but what the hey!" With that, he hauled me onto the bed, picked up one of the stray feathers, and began to tickle my belly.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!" I shrieked. I giggled madly as he continued to tickle me.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle," he said in a high voice, which made me laugh even more. He then switched over to using his fingers, still on my belly. His long, skinny fingers poked my ribs and sent me into gales of laughter.
"Now you're my tickle bear," he said with a laugh.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I unleashed my own hands. They poked and wiggled all around every area of his skinny frame, and he burst into laughter that I don't think can be rivaled for most beautiful noise I've ever heard in my life.
"And you're my tickle bunny," I said, still giggling as Riley tickled me while I tickled him.
Riley kissed me on the lips, and then began to tickle me under the arms. I shrieked and squealed. I couldn't tickle him back, not when he was under my arms.
"Who's my tickle bear?" he asked me.
I giggled. "Me!!" It was like I was five years old again and being tickle tortured by my big brother Jerry for going in his room. But this was more fun.
Then, Riley moved on to my toes. As soon as Riley's fingers touched my toes, I let out an enormous squeal. "Ri-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-leeeeeee!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
Tickle tumbles. How would Riley and I live without them?
AN: That's Chapter 2! Please review!!