Sherlock was up all night vomiting. We'd lay down and I'd hold him as he laid on his back. My head rested on his shoulder and my fingers traced circles on his bare chest.

All night he was in a cold sweat. He was shaking and breathed heavy.

When the boat would rock he seemed to be put into a panic and would grip the blankets or me.

But now we are sitting in the sun drinking mimosas. "Here take this," I handed him a pill.

"I shouldn't take strange pills from strangers," he explained and he sat laid back eyes hidden by shades.

"Did you put sun block on?"

He sat up and swallowed the pill, "You put sun block on me. Isn't that enough?" He gave me that look. "And why do you insist that I take these sea sickness pills?"

I began to rub sunblock and Sherlock's arms. "Well you didn't throw up because of the food. Just admit you got sea sick. I'm not trying to have another night like last night."

Sherlock didn't answer but just turned so I could reach his back. "I know you hate when I say I told you so but…" I looked up at him but he was looking over at a young couple. They we're no more than 25 and they were pinned up against the railing sucking on each other's face.

"Do you think we'll be ever be able to do that?" He said sounding drawn of emotion.

I laughed, "We did last night before you had-"

"In public. Do you think I'll be able to kiss you, more than peck on the lips, in public, with out people staring at us…"

He seemed really upset. Not that anyone would be able to tell but me. "Sherlock look at me," he turned and I began to rub the lotion on his chest. "I don't care about other people."

"But other people seem to care a lot," he said and looked over at an older couple eyeing us down. I kissed him on his cheek and then he kissed me on the lips. " I love you."

I pulled him back and kissed him again but longer and with passion. His hands reached for my shirt as my hand placed itself on his cheek but it still hand sun block in it. I pulled away to laugh and rub it in to his beautifully pale face. "I love you too."

The older couple was still looking at us. I took off my shirt so that you could see my arm that was shot and my dog tags that Sherlock loved when I wore. "Oi! Do you mind?" I called to them, "I'm trying to snog my boyfriend, if that's alright with you?" They mumbled something and began to walk away. "If you want to get an attitude about PDA, you should start with those two trying to trade tongues! Go on."

They rolled their eyes then left.

"The nerve of some people," I rolled my eyes but saw Sherlock smirking. "What?"

"I just love when you take control like that," he leaned back in the sun chair.

"On that note," I leaned in, "As commander I order you to get that sun block off of your face."