Drinking By The Mausoleum Door

Gerard's P.O.V

I dropped Mysty on the bed and climbed over her. I leaned down and kissed her. "We don't really have time for this just yet." I groaned.
"Why?" She asked, grinning. "Thought you said we're on honeymoon?"
I laughed. "Using my own words against me?" I asked as I stroked the back of my hand down her left cheek.
"You've been saying them since we got here." She reminded me.
I groaned again. "We have reservations."
"For what?"
"The theatre." I sighed. "We're going to see a show then have a meal afterwards. Then a moonlight walk on the beach. Then we can sit on the beach for a while." I smirked. "Maybe make love under the stars."
She laughed. "I wondered when that would come into it."
"Well. We are..."
"..On honeymoon." We said together. Then laughed.
"Well..."
"....we are." We said together again.
"Stop it." I whined.
Mysty laughed. "Stop being predictable then." She said as she pulled me down for a kiss.
Predictable? I'm predictable? Okay. Time to change that. I moved off her and stood up, grinning down at her. "Go open your present and be ready to go in ten minutes." I smiled at her shocked look. Then I headed to the closet to get dressed in a black suit, trying to ignore the boner. I tried to think of something, anything to make it go. Then it hit me. Bob in a dress. Boner gone. Yes.
But as soon as I saw Mysty in the black strapless dress I'd bought her, it was back with a vengeance. Great. Bob in a dress. Bob in a dress. I closed my eyes. Bob in a dress. Bob in a dress. Gone. But I still have to open my eyes. How am I going to get through tonight?

Notes

Short filler. Going to try to update asap. Love as always.xxx