Author's Note: Since people have been telling me that they want the chapters to be longer, I finally posted a longer chapter! I hope that you enjoy it, and as always, thank you for your continued support. It truly means a lot.
Sherlock had thought that it would take a long time to take off, but he was incorrect. About thirty minutes after they boarded, they were taking off, heading towards the clouded sky. John glanced out of the window and watched them rush through the clouds.
"Incredible, huh?" John murmured, glancing over his shoulder at Sherlock.
"Yes. it is. I've have always been a bit...awed by the engineering of an airplane. The plane has to be able to stay up in the air while weighing a great amount." He shook his head and smiled. "It's quite neat."
John smiled and ruffled Sherlock's hair.
"I guess that it is pretty neat."
They are cut off by the intercom. The stewardess plunged into her speech, informing everyone on what they would need to do in case something went wrong with the flight. Sherlock, of course, didn't listen. Instead, he traced patterns onto John's arm. John tried to ignore the shivers that ran up his arms as he listened to the stewardess.
"Why are you listening to her?" Sherlock muttered, glancing down at John.
"Because we might need to know these instructions if something bad happened."
"Nothing bad is going to happen, John. These planes are incredibly safe."
"Still, I want to be informed."
John listened to the rest of the stewardess' speech without any interruptions from Sherlock. Right after her speech was over, Sherlock pouted. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm bored."
"I know that you are."
"Can we do something?"
John raised an eyebrow and shifted so he could see Sherlock better.
"Like what?"
"Like..." Sherlock trailed off and gently swiped his hand across John's groin. John's eyes widened.
"Sherlock!" He whispered. "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" He touched the same area again. "It seems like you liked it."
John pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly.
"Because we're on a plane and I don't think that the people around us would appreciate us...fooling around."
"People kiss on planes all the time."
"But you weren't suggesting kissing, Sherlock," he said in a low voice. "You were suggesting something much more...intimate than that."
"Come on. Don't be a stick in the mud." It was the first time Sherlock had ever used that expression. He cringed at the sound of it. "Or, rather, do not be a downer."
"I'm not being a downer. It's just...close quarters."
Sherlock lifted the armrest so he can lean against John. John's stiff at first but his arms quickly went around Sherlock's waist.
"Fine...we don't have to."
A small smile tugged at the corners of John's lips.
"We will though when we go to Spain, correct?" Sherlock asked, glancing up at John.
"Of course." He kissed Sherlock's cheek. "That's generally what honeymoons are for."
"Good." Sherlock mumbled, kissing John's chin before the pilot came over the intercom and told them that they no longer needed their seat belts.
Sherlock grinned and took off his seatbelt. He moved closer to John— not stopping until he was almost on top of his lap.
"Sherlock?" John whispered about a half an hour into the flight. Sherlock, much to his surprise, was sleeping. He smiled softly to himself and took out a book that he had been meaning to read for weeks now, but never had the chance to read because they always seemed to be on a case.
A little later, when John was just getting to the good part of the book, Sherlock woke up. He placed the book down on the table in front of him and smiled at Sherlock.
"Did you sleep well?"
Sherlock blinked a few times, trying to remember where they were. Sleep tended to disorient him- he hated that.
"Yes, I did. Did you sleep at all?" He turned so he was facing John.
John shook his head.
"No, but I did start to read that book I was telling you about the other day."
"Oh. Is it any good?"
"It is, actually."
"That's good to hear." Sherlock backed away a bit before he wrapped his arms around his army doctor and pulled him down. John rested his head against Sherlock's chest.
"Planes are very boring." Sherlock said quietly, kissing John's neck.
John shivered.
"I know. I did bring you stuff to do though...remember?"
"I know. But I don't want to do those things," Sherlock said, pouting.
He nipped at John's neck, barely brushing his teeth against the skin. John lets out a small, barely audible, groan.
"Sher...we can't do that here." He said softly.
"I know." Sherlock sighed and rested his head against the back of his chair. His arms wrapped slightly tighter around John.
"Do you want a drink?" John asked, glancing up at the detective.
"You know that I don't like to drink that much, John." He said.
"Come on. We're on our honeymoon...we're not going to have any cases...you should have a drink."
Normally Sherlock would have said no to a drink again, but John's reasons did make sense.
"Sure. Can you get me a gin and tonic?"
"Okay." He kissed Sherlock's jaw as he pressed the button for the stewardess.
The stewardess came over a few minutes later. Sherlock scanned her, hoping to get a read on her. John glanced up and nudged Sherlock's stomach with his elbow. He shook his head, hoping that Sherlock would understand what he was trying to tell him. Sherlock let out an annoyed sigh and closed his eyes.
"May I help you?" The stewardess asked.
"Yes, may we have two gin and tonics?"
The stewardess nodded and headed to the back of the plane. Sherlock opened his eyes and glanced at John.
"Why didn't you let me finish deducing her?" He asked in a whisper.
"Because...we're going to be on this flight for a while. I didn't want you to upset her."
His jaw clenched for a second before he relaxed into the chair; John did have a point. They were going to be on this flight for a while, and he didn't want to upset anyone- especially John. He knew that John liked his deductions, but he usually told Sherlock that "his deductions had a time and place". Meaning, only deduce on a case, or when the "victim" of his deductions aren't in hearing range.
"Okay, John...I understand." He said, shifting so he was more comfortable.
John smiled and kissed Sherlock's chin.
"Thank you, Sher."
So! Sherlock and John's journey (or honeymoon, rather) begins. What will the future hold? Well, you will have to keep reading to find out!
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