"I think I could manage to concentrate on both the wedding and making sure that you don't burn."
Gently, Mark eased her up and away from his chest. He sat up straight as well eased towards the back of the chair, reaching underneath at the same time to feel around for the bottle of sunscreen. His hand hit the edge of the Blackberry he'd tossed underneath a few minutes before and he ended up pulling both items out. He dropped the phone between his legs and leaned forward to be sure that he could reach Glibt's back from his position.
Lotion pooled in Mark's hands. He rubbed them together before placing them slowly on each of his girlfriend's bare shoulders. "Given our boundaries, our choices for honeymooning are slim, but I was thinking Puerto Rico. At least that's new, and aside from DC --and Alaska back, a long, long time ago-- I've never been to one of the territories," he mused, slowly massaging her back. Smiling, he continued, "That we need to settle on soon so that I can make sure I close down the show for the right amount of time."