Author's Note: Here's the next installment of the story! I hope that you enjoy it!
About a half an hour later, Sherlock and John were sitting at their gate again. Sherlock was laying on the chairs, his head perched up in John's lap. John was reading a book while Sherlock hummed. Sherlock wasn't humming very loudly— only John could hear him. He ran a hand through Sherlock's hair.
"That's beautiful." He said quietly.
"Thank you," Sherlock said.
One of the receptionists came to the desk and said that the plane would be boarded shortly. Sherlock smiled.
"Just a little bit more to go until we get to Spain," he said, picking up a newspaper John had gotten.
He turned to a page that looked interesting and started to read an article.
"Anything interesting?" John asked a few minutes later, glancing down at Sherlock.
Sherlock shook his head.
"Nothing of importance."
Luckily for Sherlock the receptionist declared that the plane was going to start boarding. He grinned and glanced at John.
"We are finally getting on the plane!" Sherlock said, standing.
"They haven't called our zone yet, Sherlock."
John pulled on Sherlock's arm to make him sit back down. Sherlock crossed his arms over his chest.
"Why can't we board again?"
"Because they only let certain zones board at certain times. We have to wait until they call our zone."
"What zone are we again?" He leaned back in the chair.
"Zone three. We'll board in a few minutes. Just be patient." John said, leaning over his bag to make sure they had everything. He took Sherlock's passport and boarding pass out and handed it to him. The detective glanced at his passport picture and shook his head.
"My passport picture is atrocious, John." He said, showing him the picture.
"Everyone's passport picture is not very good. I mean, look at mine." He opened his passport and showed Sherlock his picture.
"Wow, that is not a very good picture of you." Sherlock said, shaking his head.
John shrugged and pulled his coat on.
"We are now ready to board Zone three." The receptionist said over the intercom. Sherlock grinned and stood up.
"Let's go, John!" Sherlock said, tugging John's hand.
John shook his head but smiled fondly at Sherlock. He stood and walked over to the queue with Sherlock. Sherlock pouted softly and crossed his arms over his chest.
"We will never get there at this rate. Why does it take so long for people to simply board a plane?"
"Because people have to put there stuff away and take a seat." John said, touching Sherlock's arm. "We'll be on the plane, soon, though."
Sure enough, Sherlock and John were on the plane about twenty minutes later. Sherlock pointed to the aisle seat once they had reached their row.
"I want the aisle seat, John."
John let out a small sigh but nodded. He slid into the row and sat down. Sherlock sat down next to him and smiled.
"Now I can watch people and deduce things about them." He said, glancing over at John.
"Come on, Sherlock, be nice."
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"I won't tell anyone about my deductions. I will simply tell you them. Is that a problem?"
John pinched the bridge of his nose. Sherlock frowned and glanced down at his hands.
"I'm sorry. I won't deduce anything about anyone."
John smiled and wrapped his arm around Sherlock's shoulders.
"No, you can tell me your deductions. Just don't scream them out." He glanced around the crowded plane. "Some people may not appreciate them."
He didn't care if no one appreciated his deductions. All he cared about was John being amused by them. He didn't make a fuss though. This was their honeymoon; he wanted it to go smoothly.
"Okay...I will only tell you."
Okay! So I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to leave your thoughts in a comment below! Also, as always, thank you so much for taking the time to read this story. It truly means a lot to me.