I pulled on my white, strapless dress, with small, blue diamantes at the top after I had stepped out of the shower. Rob had brought me this dress to wear for the honeymoon after we had travelled to the African shopping mall.

It was very pretty looking, and went perfectly with my white, toe-through shoes. I gently rubbed my hair with the towel, and pulled it away from my hair; revealing the curly, big hair that was in a mess.

I gently brushed my hair, and left it wavy before I walked back into the bedroom, where Rob was all ready to go out and explore Africa for another day before our party with the gang tonight in our old hotel.

My heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw my Husband lying casually on his side of the bed. He had his hands supporting the back of his head, and his face was a mask of perfect peacefulness. He was absolute perfection.

He had on his white vest, and green shorts, as it was very hot in Africa. He was going to put his blue and white shirt on top of it this morning, but it was just too hot to wear anything more than necessary.

He smiled at me as I entered the bedroom, and lifted his arms up gently, reaching for me. I would never truly get over the pure beauty of Rob's face, or his timeless amount of charm that he had to go with his cheeky, shy personality.

I reached his side, taking his hands in mine, and gently lowering my lips to meet his. He pushed his hand gently through the right side of my hair, and kissed me softly; our lips mouldering together perfectly.

We kissed for a long few minutes, before we finally had to part to gain our breathes again. I smiled at him sheepishly afterwards in response, unable to help myself. I was so happy at this minute that I was sure that nothing would ruin my mood.

''Good morning.'' He whispered quietly, leaning back onto the back, and gazing at me sweetly. I sighed quietly as his hand searched until he found my right cheek, and gently caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes in response, and sighed again. ''It is a very good morning now.'' I replied truthfully.

I heard him chuckle quietly in response, before his lips gently brushed on top of mine again. I kissed him back, but he still let his lips gently brush mine, hardly kissing me at all, and making me sigh in frustration.

He chuckled again, before giving in easily and pressing his lips harder onto mine, and kissing me urgently, letting his emotions flood into this kiss easily. I sighed happily in response, and kissed him back with the same eagerness just as his tongue gently started to graze mine…

He pulled away, and my eyes opened instantly to see him smiling pleased at me. ''Good,'' he replied simply, before getting up from the bed, and pulling me up with him, by our entwined hands.

''Now what would you like to do today?'' He asked me curiously, walking out to the balcony as I sunk myself back onto the bed, laying down and watching him. He sat down on the outside plastic chair, and watched me as he lit up a cigarette.

He held one out to me, tempting me to go out and smoke one…of course I walked out to get a cigarette. He was tempting me far too much as it was. I sat down on the other chair, and smoked my own cigarette; giving more thought on what I would like to do.

I imagined that we had done it all…we had seen everything that we had come here to do. What more was there to do; snorkelling? I don't think so.

''Haven't we done everything already?'' I asked him with a heavy sigh. It was true though, we had been everywhere in Africa. From the safari to shopping, we had done absolutely everything that he could think of.

He hesitated briefly, watching me with amused eyes, and pursing his lips to hide his laughter that I could see was dying to come out of him in response to my monotone, bored voice. I didn't mean to sound so pessimistic, but it would be nice just to spend the day relaxing by the poolside too, for once.

''We could go that go-Karting place around the corner; it looks quite fun.'' He commented, shrugging innocently.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him in response, because go-carting was so now what I wanted to do today when I was feeling this relaxed and chilled out.

''I don't think that that's a very good idea. I just want to relax today, before the party too.'' I admitted because it was true. I smiled cheekily at him as I thought of a clever way to get him to change his mind.

''We could always…stay here in the hotel room. I mean…surely there are…plenty of things that we could do to pass the time.'' I added in the best fuck-me voice that I could come up with. I teasingly pulled away one of my dresses straps.

I pretended to sigh heavily as I looked down and saw the strap fall halfway down my arm, and I smiled playfully at Rob, beneath my eyelashes. ''I mean…it wouldn't take too long for this dress to hit the floor either.''

I added, teasingly pulling the dress up slightly, revealing a little bit more of my leg to him. ''And I would really love-''

But I didn't get time to finish. He had already breathed in a deep gulp of air, and pushed me back against the bed hard, climbing on top as soon as I had fell. I giggled in response, and helped him throw off his vest, before his lips pressed down on mine with rough urgency.

I stretched my arms above me, pushing my body up with me as I yawned. I had to admit to being a bit tired, but I couldn't complain; after all it was my own fault for being tired after the recent er…activities.

Rob climbed off of the bed, and pulled his shorts back on, and I watched him as he did up the button on his fetching green shorts, eagerly take in his glorious body. He was absolutely irresistible.

He chuckled quietly to himself after seeing me staring at him, and sat back down onto the bed, on his knees, and allowing his lips to find mine. He pressed my face against his, securely fitting our faces together as our tongues danced together in a perfect dance.

I moaned in response, and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against my own body. But already, his hands were enlightening around my face and he was pulling away from me again.

I sighed heavily in response, feeling utterly frustrated as all I wanted to do today was lie here, and we didn't have to make love either. I would have been quite happy to just hold each other, but I didn't was the stress of today.

''Why don't we go Karting with the gang? I think it will be really fun, you know.'' He replied, chuckling at my annoyance. I huffed in response, because I imagine that it was a typical Male thing.

To want to go Karting, which really wasn't my style. I would have preferred to stay at the hotel today, lounge about a little bit, and just relax for the day for once, to make a change instead of rushing out. But not Rob, he had to be different.

''It's such a fucking typical Male thing!'' I whined, making him chuckle again as he successfully got out of my hold, and climbed off of the bed. ''I mean why cant we just relax at the hotel for once?''

''Because we can do that in Los Angeles at out house. I want to make the most of this holiday.'' He replied cheerfully, ignoring my frustrated, whining mood. It was funny that even after sex I still felt frustrated…though this was for a different reason.

I huffed in response, before muttering under my breathe. ''Huh, I thought a honeymoon was supposed to just be relaxing and making love-''

''What's that?''

''Nothing honey, just saying how much I'm loving…your er…passion for the outdoors.'' I replied sweetly, grinning at him innocently in response. He turned back around and faced me, raising one eyebrow in response.

''Uh huh,'' he replied simply, telling me that he didn't believe me at all, and walked out of the door, to sit on the plastic chairs on the balcony. I giggled quietly to myself, making sure that he couldn't hear.

I sighed heavily as I got myself up from the bed, grabbing the dress which Rob had roughly thrown to the floor before we had made love, and pulling it on as I walked out into the brilliant African sunshine, and taking the seat next to Rob.

I took the cigarette that Rob had offered me from him, and smoked it quietly, still laughing internally at how he seemed to be sulking with me.

''Sooo,'' I started in an over-the-top, casual voice. I turned and smiled at Rob, who smirked back at me. ''If I do decide that I would like to go to the Go-Karting,'' I added. He nodded his head in response.

''Yeah?'' He asked in a casual voice.

''Yeah, then…just don't laugh, okay?'' I begged, cringing internally at the thought of my Husband laughing at my lack of…go-karting skills.

''Why would I laugh for?'' He asked me curiously, sounding shocked that I would think like that. I sighed heavily.

''Because I'm rubbish at go-karting.'' I admitted, making him roll his eyes at me in response. He shook his head and sighed.

''So what? Its guaranteed that I will crash around five hundred times, but I couldn't care less.'' he replied casually, shrugging his shoulders easily.

I laughed in response. ''True.'' I agreed easily, making him gasp in shock. I looked at him, to see him pouting at me miserably.

''Are you saying that I'm a bad driver?'' He asked me hurt. I laughed again, unable to help myself, before I quickly stopped myself.

''No, it's just that…well, it's go karting. There's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, and crashing a little bit.'' I replied, because it was true. He grinned at me in response, and kissed me before he got himself up from the outdoor chair.

''Right answer.'' He congratulated me, pulling me up from the chair. I put my own cigarette out in the ashtray, and followed him through the hotel room, and to the front door, where we made sure that it was locked before we walked out to the pathway.

I took his hand, before gasping in horror as I saw the paparazzi waiting outside the hotel gate for us. We had decided to walk to the hotel where they did Go-karting, but it looked as though we were having to get a taxi.

Either that, or we would get hounded by the paparazzi. I sighed heavily in response, and Rob gently kissed my cheek in response as we turned our back on the waiting cameras outside the gates for us.

''Just ignore them, we're still walking there.'' He promised me, making me sigh. I wasn't sure how he expected us to get past them, when they had all come here just to get to Rob, which we both knew was true.

''Rob, I don't think that's a very good idea.'' I complained, because I was right. He shrugged his shoulders casually, not seeming to care much about them being there. It was typically him, unconcerned about important stuff.

''Why not? They are not ruining our honeymoon.'' He replied unconcerned.

''They wont be, but…they're here to see you, not me. If we step out of that gate on foot, its likely that we're going to get trampled on. In a car…I feel as though it would have a better outcome…I'll feel safer.'' I admitted, because it was true.

There had to be a good ten or twenty people gathered around the gates of the hotel, all with the cameras in their hand, ready to take pictures and ask ridiculously untrue questions as we tried to get on with things.

''Charlie,'' Rob started, with another sigh in response. I knew why; I was being silly, of course. ''They're just doing their job, and they will not get close to us.'' He promised, as if that was a fact.

But it wasn't; he couldn't do anything about how close the paparazzi were going to be. And they were bound to get in our faces.

''But you know that they will just storm over to us and-''

''-Well they wont, because I wont be letting them near you!'' He promised me, his voice determined. I nodded my head, not sure that I should say anything else, because he sounded quite pissed off.

I stayed silent right until we walked over to the main reception, when Rob's voice finally sounded a lot calmer the next time that he spoke. ''Are you alright?'' He asked me in a soft, tender voice, which was quieter than usual.

''Are you alright?'' I repeated his question back to him, because I was sure that he was furious with me. Either that or the paparazzi.

''I'm fine, but the press piss me off. We're on our honeymoon, trying to keep things as private as possible, and they just ruin everything-''

''-Well it doesn't matter, we'll just ignored them, it will be fine.'' I repeated, trying to stay positive. I hated it when Rob lost his patience, which he was doing right now. He sounded so angry, but losing his temper was sure as hell not going to help us.

''You're right, I'm sure.'' He agreed, trying to sound as happy as I did. As soon as we had got our breakfast and was sat at a table, his hands gently pressed to the sides of my face, and he leaned his face down until his lips met mine.

He kissed me softly, his tongue gently grazing my lips and taking in the taste of them, as he gently sucked on my lower lip, before he pulled away again. He kept his hands on the sides of my face though as he gazed at me sweetly.

''I'm sorry if I seem really angry…its just…I don't want you to have to face this with the paparazzi just because of me. Its not fair, and it should be that I have to face this on my own.'' He explained to me.

I rolled my eyes in response, because if Rob had to face this, then so did I. ''Rob, I'm your wife now. And if you have to face the press than so do I. And don't complain; because that's the way it is.'' I added quickly as he opened his mouth to complain.

He smiled in response, forcing a nod in reply.

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