"Hah!" Robb's head tipped back with a sharp laugh, the sound powerful enough to ride the currents all the way back to the mainland. He wouldn't deny their holiday so far to be incredibly blissful. All the daily cares and worries left behind soon as landlubber feet touched again upon solid ground, making them buoyant as the very sea birds floating upon the waves. A full schedule, no denying it, but theirs was a carefree pace; a gentle reconnect that reminded him why he'd fallen so stupidly head over heels for this man. Jon Snow filled in all the empty spaces like an unseen hand from the heavens pouring warm syrup over decadent Belgian waffle. Blank walls and bare cupboards he never knew existed (or perhaps he simply chose to ignore) until Jon had come along.
"Cheeky lad," he murmured, propping himself on an elbow so he might better look upon his lover. Riotous mop teased by surf and salt, wind and water gave Jon the appearance of a rakish pirate Tinseltown makeup team would be hard pressed to recreate. He tanned easily enough for a Blighty bloke, and Robb suspected he'd be a right bronzed god after a few days spent baking under Maltese sun.
Lucky sod.
Meanwhile, Robb would remain under cover of a big umbrella throughout, skirting hot patches of pavement while touring the marketplaces and keeping to the cooler shadows. Straw boater hat and copious amounts of sun cream would be his saving grace so close to the equator, where fair, freckled skin would only crisp and peel in harshest daylight.
Smiling at his own private musings of nude Mediterranean beaches and how he intended to make sure Jon had no tan lines, probing fingertip nudged and circled around lover's belly button. Jon always wore his trunks low enough that sparse trail of dark hairs was clearly visible - not a bad thing, mind, considering where it lead.
"But you're too adorable and I love you too much right now to bother chiding."
Good thing then that Jon had plucked from his suitcase proper beach togs with proper elastic waistband instead of something infinitely smaller and tighter. No way Robb could've wedged a hand down the front as he did now, grinning like the Devil himself to lure willing babe further along the path of destruction.