Perhaps the reason this relationship worked so well (the best he'd ever had, obviously, otherwise Ryan wouldn't have literally [i]married him[/i]) was the fact that there was confidence in it. Saying 'I love you' aloud at this point was pretty much a formality. They understood each other and their gestures so well that love was written in everything; every touch, every breath, every shared space... He was lucky, to say the least, because even the wedding ceremony was more of a gesture than much else, a time for them to parade the other around and have their dance and eat insane amounts of cake. If he'd given no vows Brendon would still have gotten the message, likely, and that was kind of the best thing to ask for when applied to their day-to-day life considering Ryan absolutely fumbled anything he didn't get to write on paper first. Well- write on paper, then proofread, then draft again, then edit, so on. His first tries were rarely anything impressive, as such an iterative person. Because of Brendon's constant patience, he didn't need to try so much anyway. Needless to say it saved him a lot of energy and anxiety.

So their honeymoon was, naturally, just as easy and effortless for them, nothing they had to work for to enjoy; while other couples might've built some crazy activity schedule or actually needed the ridiculous villa they'd ended up in to stand each other, Brendon and Ryan were fine spending days in and days out doing absolutely nothing with one another, and they'd be just as fine in, like, a shoddy tent, or something. Just as long as both of them were there. [i]I am. I’m also pretty. Look at me.[/i] As if he hadn't already been looking. Ryan followed his guiding hand without qualms, kissing him back gently and letting his embrace grow more firm around Brendon. Maybe he should feel a [i]little[/i] bad about definitely planning to drop him back into the pool to mess with him, but. Ryan guessed this was the start to a whole life of ruthlessly teasing his husband, all because he was [i]very[/i] cute whenever it happened regardless of which exact reaction he landed on.

Brendon barely suspected a thing when he first stood, though, so he caught a break at least in the beginning, charmed by just being held. [i]I think I just fell in love with you again.[/i] Aw. Ryan smiled at him, totally trustworthy, just before granting him a final almost-apologetic kiss and sending them both into the water, resounding currents lapping around them. He felt Brendon cling even tighter for safety and Ryan sort of laughed at him but still held him closer to reassure him all was fine, one hand rising to cradle the base of his skull, pressing a very soaked kiss to his forehead when he shut his eyes. [i]Y’know, you’re evil. But at least you’re in the pool now.[/i] Ryan raised one shoulder, nonchalant. [b]"'Evil' sounds about right."[/b] He laughed, though, walking them through the water at a leisurely pace, more into the sun, watching it reflect off Brendon's skin, illuminate his eyes until they were similar to Ryan's own bizarre honey hue. He leaned into him, drawn by the garden of kisses Brendon was planting alongside his face. 

[i]I just hope it was a good one.[/i] [b]"I have [i]no[/i] idea,"[/b] he mumbled, in regards to the book, and was vaguely amused. It's not like he ever actually read the thing. Or the summary on the back, or even remembered what the cover looked like. Yeah, he'd sort of been preoccupied. [i]Why have you been staring at me?[/i] Ryan arched an eyebrow, reading his mind and figuring he didn't really mind giving Brendon three million compliments within a two minute timespan anyway. So he hummed thoughtfully, turning his gaze to the sky as if he really had to think about it. [b]"Have you seen you shirtless?"[/b] Ryan grinned at him, cheeky, his fingers finding his hair and absently combing through while he spoke. [b]"The whole 'sun and moon' analogy really comes to life when we're actually in the sun, I'll have you know. It's like you can actually glow. Really, I'm kind of sorry for you, that you can't watch you."[/b] Ryan actually did look a little sorry, tilting his head to the side and making a grievous sound, sucking his teeth.

[i]And, what are your plans for this evening? It’s getting on in the afternoon.[/i] Again Ryan looked dubious. Was it not obvious? [b]"I thought it was sort of implied that I'd just be staring, whatever you do,"[/b] he joked, then swung them a little, thinking. [b]"Dunno. Maybe I'll get a tan."[/b] Ryan cracked up a little, because the thought was sort of ridiculous - and besides all he'd gotten thus far was a little pink blush across his nose, cheekbones, too faint to look like it was anything but him being embarrassed.  [b]"Why, have something in mind for us?"[/b] Ryan raised his eyebrows, almost suggestively except for that he kind of never was - it was just his version of earnestness.