The gravel like sand sticks to my skin as I absorb the heat through its tiny grains. The roughness would usually be uncomfortable but the need to warm my body is more crucial. My hands lay at my sides as I sprawl out, taking the form of the starfish I was observing just mere moments ago. I can feel the water dry on my skin and I can already imagine the slight salty residue that will remain. As I relax I feel the sand take me, pulling me deeper, almost to the point of sleep but not quite. The waves lull in the background, completing this relaxing moment. Relaxing for only so long because I knew what I must return to. That tall, lean, skinny, and pale detective. A mind that carried much brilliance, but also much ignorance. In some ways I loved him, and in others I did not. I knew that this moment of relaxation was very rare, soon we'd return home to the cool shadows of London, solving cases and drinking tea. I let my mind wander for a moment, just letting my senses take over and my soon my body seems to be swaying with the sound of the waves. This moment couldn't possibly be much better.
"John? What are you doing? You look ridiculous, all sprawled out like that. Who knows who will show up? You're putting yourself in a very vulnerable position and if someone where to want to kill you, you're not doing much to protect yourself."
I knew that this moment was too good to last very long. I let out a groan and reached out to hit Sherlock, missing due to the blinding sun.
"Go away."
"John we were here on a case, not on a vacation."
"Yes Sherlock but the case is over and I was trying to have some time to relax, just a little."
"Boring."
"Yeah well what's boring to you is not to others."
"Whatever John, if you need me I will be measuring bacteria levels in our hotel room."
"Oh God Sherlock, really? Fine, whatever, do what you want, just give me a little time to relax."
"Yeah sure, continue lulling your mind into complete boring dumbness."
"Thanks Sherlock, now go away."
With that Sherlock stood and walked away his long lean body looking rather clumsy as he attempted to walk through the sand.
John smiled and watched until Sherlock was completely gone. He laid his head back in the sand and sighed,
"What am I ever going to do with you Sherlock?"
John gave one last shove and finally closed his suitcase enough to zip the zipper closed. He lifted his suitcase off the bed and rolled it towards the door. Sherlock watched on in amusement, having finished packing his few items hours ago.
John opened the door,
"Well that's that. Guess we can go check out now."
Sherlock nodded in return grabbing his suitcase and throwing his jacket over his arm. The two of them walked out and down the hall, pushed the button for the elevator, and then waited. Within seconds another couple appeared, obviously just married and most likely on their honeymoon. John nodded and smiled at them. Sherlock however decided to speak,
"On your sex holiday I can see. Pretty successful by the looks of it. Obviously your husband…"
"Sherlock", John interrupted in embarrassment.
"What?" Sherlock's face showed a look of complete confusion.
"Not now please." John gave Sherlock a pleading look as well as a warning look.
"Fine", Sherlock huffed out, and they continued to wait for the elevator in awkward silence.
"What do you mean our flight is cancelled?"
John's face was growing redder by the second and he was thrashing his arms about in rage. Sherlock decided it was probably time for him to step in.
"That's fine sir, I don't think we mind spending another night, do we John?"
John looked at Sherlock astonished. Had he really just acted like a grown up and handled the situation? The hotel manager smiled at Sherlock and looked down at his computer,
"Let me just check to see if we have any rooms open."
Sherlock and John waited in silence, John taking deep breaths and Sherlock staring intently at the manager, probably deducing everything about him.
"Seems here we have one open room. Only trouble is that it only has one bed."
"We'll take it!" Sherlock answered, not even pausing to consider it.
"We will?" John asked in complete and utter confusion.
"We will!" Sherlock answered gleefully.
"Sorry again for the flight cancellation, have the room on us, no payment necessary.
"Wow thanks…" John uttered out, still confused at Sherlock's excitement towards their one bed room.
The manager handed them their new room keys and Sherlock took them quickly, marching straight towards the elevator. As they waited for the elevator they stood in silence, Sherlock still seemingly excited, and John confused as ever. Finally the elevator arrived and the two hopped on. The doors closed and instantly John felt claustrophobic. 'Had the elevator been this small before?' The ride seemed to last forever and when they finally arrived on the appropriate floor John quickly burst out, gasping for air.
"Something wrong?" Sherlock asked in confusion at John's sudden need to leave the elevator.
"Nope, I'm just a little claustrophobic, that's all."
Sherlock nodded but he knew better, something was up with John and he was going to find out what it was.