The boys spent no time rushing up to their hotel room. They waited for the elevator both nervous and unable to stay still. They kept their distance but one look said it all. The elevator arrived at their floor and they wasted no time dashing down the hall to their hotel room. They both struggled to get the door unlocked, the room key taking six tries before the light turned green and the lock opened. The lights remained off, only the glow of the moon coming in through the window, lighting up the bedroom. Tangled limbs, whispers of affection, and love continued long into the night.
John woke up wrapped in the long detective's arms. The warm body behind him reminded him that last night wasn't just a dream, it had really happened. John smiled to himself and snuggled closer to Sherlock. He reached down to where Sherlock's arm wrapped around his torso and wrapped his fingers in Sherlock's. John couldn't think of a more perfect moment in his life. He told the man he loved that he loved him. The man he loved, loved him back. He got to make love to the man that he loved. Oh, and he was still in Hawaii. He looked out the window at the ocean and watched as the sun rose above the ocean and the palm trees gently swayed.
Sherlock unwillingly opened his eyes but soon realizing his position, he couldn't help but smile. Last night had been perfect and although Sherlock often warned himself against sentiment, this was one exception that he would have to deal with. Anything for John, his John. He pulled John closer and realized that their hands were in twine. He squeezed his hand three times hoping John understood the message, I love you.
Eventually both the men got out of bed, reluctant of course. They packed up and headed to lobby, attempting to check out again hopefully more successfully this time. The checkout went smoothly and they drove to the airport. The plane ride was long but Sherlock and John where so happy to be together that time seemed to disappear. An announcement came across the loud speaker, they would be landing in London in just fifteen minutes.
Sherlock looked down at John who had fallen asleep, his body slumped against Sherlock, his head resting softly on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock's arm was wrapped around the smaller man and he gently rubbed his hand up and down John's arm.
The plane finally landed and John stumbled into the cab with Sherlock's help. The ride wasn't very long and soon they had arrived at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock paid the cab driver and gently shook John awake.
"We're here."
"Mmmm."
"Come on, get up, you can go to sleep as soon as we get inside."
John reluctantly got out of the cab as Sherlock unlocked the door to 221B. They trudged up the stairs and dropped their bags off in the doorway. The stood in silence for a moment, both staring blankly at the flat they called home. Finally John spoke,
"So…erm…Whose bed is you know, our bed?"
Sherlock smiled,
"I was thinking my bed would be better. That is unless you'd like to sleep in yours. Or for that matter if you're still wanting to share a bed with me at all."
"Don't be dumb Sherlock."
"I'm not being dumb. I'm just making sure that you were absolutely sure you wanted to share a bed with me."
"Of course I do, I love you Sherlock."
Sherlock beamed and John knew that those three words meant the world to his detective. They walked to Sherlock's bedroom and John didn't think twice before stripping off his clothes and climbing in bed. Sherlock wasn't far behind and he crawled in right after John, pulling his blogger close. He gently kissed the back of his head and spoke quietly in John's ear,
"So when should we go on our next vacation?"
John laughed,
"I thought you told me that we weren't on vacation."
Sherlock shrugged,
"It wasn't a vacation at first but I think the last night turned into a vacation. An accidental vacation of sorts."
John laughed again and smiled,
"An accidental vacation? I like that, but next time lets go on an actual vacation."
Sherlock kissed the back of John's head again,
"Okay, a real vacation, no more accidental vacations."