Author's Note:

This turned out to be a rather long chapter but I loved writing it. It is one of my favorites from this story so far! It is just so damn cute!

Sherlock smiled into John's shoulder. He stopped nibbling but kept his head in place. He stayed close to his husband for awhile, not wanting to let go. "Want to stay here with you all day." He could too. It didn't matter if it wasn't something exciting anymore. Of course he still enjoyed all the thrilling things, but right now he just wanted to spend time with John. That was what the honeymoon was for, right?

All day. John couldn't help but grin at his husband's words. "Okay." He nodded. He would stay here all day with Sherlock. No fighting or yelling or angry stares. Just Sherlock and their bed. "Stay with me all day." He tilted his head and placed a soft kiss into Sherlock's hair.

"Well, we might have to get up eventually." Sherlock smirked and tilted his head up so he could see John's face. He placed a kiss on his husband's chin, before burying his face back into John's chest. He tightened the grip on his husband once more, so their bodies could be together closer still. He even went so far as to tangle their legs together.

"Not until tomorrow," John whispered softly, helping tangle his legs with his husband's. "Would rather lay with you than eat." He lifted a hand, tracing Sherlock's mouth with his thumb. "I love your lips," he said softly, parting them momentarily. "You are so expressive with your mouth. Smirking and smiling. Sometimes you pull your bottom lip between your teeth," he explained with a smile.

Sherlock nibbled on John's thumb for bit, sucking on the tip for a bit before releasing it. "Love you too," he said between small bites. He tilted his head back up to smirk at John. He was getting warm with his clothes on and sharing such close proximity to John, but he didn't move to undress. All day, he told his husband. He was going to stick to it.

John moved his hand up slightly, running his thumb over Sherlock's eye. "I love your eyes," he muttered. "They are beautiful and sometimes I feel like you can see right through me with them." He tilted his head down and placed a soft kiss on his husband's eyebrow. "And I can always see how you are doing through your eyes." His free hand ran down Sherlock's side gently.

Sherlock blinked a bit reflexively. He supposed this one of those romantic moments but he didn't know how to reply, so he buried his head into John's chest some more. Their bodies were pretty well tangled at this point, the intertwined closeness was nice. Why hadn't they done this before? His eyes closed, not to sleep but from contentment.

John couldn't help but smile. His husband obviously didn't know what to say but he wanted to keep going. He wanted Sherlock to know about every little thing. "You have a mole on the right side of your neck, just below your jaw," he whispered into Sherlock's hair. "And it moves when you swallow." He lifted his hand to ghost over it. "That is my favorite thing to suck on when I want to mark you."

"I do?" Sherlock had never really noticed. Although he had never inspected his body all that thoroughly to begin with. He brought a hand to his neck without thinking about it. It dropped back down onto the bed, finding John's with ease even though he wasn't looking. "This is nice," he admitted. He never would considered himself one for snuggling before John. Hell, he wouldn't have thought himself capable of half the things he had done before about two years ago.

John hummed in agreement, letting his eyes slip closed. This was more than nice. It was perfect. Sherlock wasn't really the touchy type but John was a sucker for cuddling. Any moment he got to be close to his husband like this was wonderful. Now he got it for a whole day. "Wish we could do this every day," he whispered softly, a hand moving to run gently up and down Sherlock's spine.

Every day? Given his usually constant on the go life style, Sherlock knew he would never be able to give that to John. "We can do it in between cases and of course anytime during the honeymoon." He tilted his head to look up at John, to see what his husband thought of the idea.

Well, it wasn't every day but it would work. John tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded. "I can handle that. When we can... I want to fall asleep like this," he said with a small nod. "Except, I wouldn't mind being curled up next to you every once and a while," he admitted with a small blush. He had never really asserted anything with Sherlock and he felt a small blush spread across his cheeks.

"Okay," Sherlock agreed. "Do you want curl into me now my dear doctor?" He reached up his free hand to comb through John's hair. It was the perfect length for him to curl a few strands around his fingers. It reminded him of the first time he had done that. When John had been shot and hospitalized. Would they be here now if that hadn't happened? He supposed that was impossible to know for sure.

John smiled and looked at his husband. "I am good right now," he whispered as he yawned. He wasn't tired at all but the relaxing mood that he had been put in was making him relax more than he was used to. He pressed his head slightly into Sherlock's touch. "I was thinking of getting my hair cut," he said with a slight grin. "But I think you enjoy it a bit longer." He placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's forehead.

"I do like it longer," Sherlock admitted. He twisted slightly, so he could reach more of John's head. His head now rested on his husband's shoulder and he turned so he could give it light kisses along the clavicle. He turned his foot so it could run along John's. As much as he was enjoying the tranquility of it all, he needed to do something to keep his constant running mind occupied.

John sighed softly and started to massage the muscle near Sherlock's spine. The light touches were more than welcome. His husband didn't know it but he had this relationship concept down. Kisses, touches, the little whispered conversations. They were everything that happened in normal relationships and things that he loved. "I love you," he muttered as he relaxed against the mattress, massaging small circles up and down his husband's back.

Sherlock practically melted into John's touch. How was it that he wanted to nap, even though he wasn't tired? This was all just too relaxing. It was perfect. "Love you too," he murmured into his husband's shoulder. He shifted slightly again, so he could continue the kisses along John's neck and over to the other shoulder blade.

"Mmm, like that," John whispered, moving his free leg to run his foot across his husband's calf. He shifted to help Sherlock, rolling on to his back. They couldn't move now. Ever. John was going to keep his husband in this bed for the rest of their lives. He took a shallow breath and reached around Sherlock to pull the gray shirt over his head. "You are flushed. Must be hot," he muttered as he yanked the shirt over Sherlock's head.

"Didn't want to move, promised you all day." Sherlock straddled John, glad that his body had a little breathing room with his shirt being off. He leaned forward once more, kissing down his husband's chest. He pressed his lower body into John's, not in a sexual manner but just because he wanted to be closer to his husband like they had been when they had been entangled.

"We are still in bed," John replied with a small laugh, letting one hand tangle in Sherlock's hair. He tensed when his husband got close to one of his scars, pushing gently at Sherlock's head to steer him away. There were three of them and they all looked horrendous. The two on his shoulder and the third on his right side. Sometimes he wondered how Sherlock loved him with so many ugly scars on his body.

Sherlock smirked a bit. He stopped kissing John's chest, the smirk twitching into a small frown. His husband always kissed his scars, yet his partner never let him do the same. He thought about asking why but he was worried that would ruin the moment. He instead moved his lips back to John's shoulder, moved up the neck and then up to his husband's forehead.

John let out a small sigh of relief before turning his head to sloppily meet Sherlock's lips. He couldn't help himself, he had been so close. "I love you," he whispered with a lop-sided smile. It took him a moment but he finally managed to let his eyes close, his body relaxing completely. "Can we stay here for the rest of our lives? Right here in this bed?"

Sherlock smiled. "Love you too." He came to rest on one side of John, so as not to crush his husband with his full body weight. He snuggled into John's shoulder, pressing their bodies together tightly like before. "If we did, we would miss out on little Sandi growing up," he reminded lightly.

Right, Amy. In their wonderful get away John had trouble remembering that they had a family waiting for them. That made him feel horrible, too. He had forgotten about his daughter in his selfishness to stay with Sherlock. "I want Amy to grow up and be as smart as you," he admitted into Sherlock's unruly hair. "I want her to as wonderful as you are."

"Well, I can try to teach her things that she wouldn't learn in school." Sherlock couldn't guarantee little Sandi would understand everything he told her, but he kept that part to himself. He draped an arm over John's stomach, his fingers trailing along up and down John's skin lightly. His other hand continued to run through his husband's hair.

"Who am I kidding," John whispered, the arm around Sherlock tightening softly. "I am an idiot. If we are lucky she will get some of Sarah's smarts," he muttered with a small laugh as he locked his gaze on the ceiling. They were both doctors, and with Sherlock acting as one of her parents, maybe they would get lucky. "She is lucky to have you," he finally said, smiling. "You are going to be such a wonderful father." His hand started to draw shapes lightly on the middle of his husband's back.

"Luckier to have you," Sherlock replied. He still wasn't sure if he was going to be good at being a father but everyone else seemed to think he would do fine. This was one of the few times he doubted his ability to do things. It was a strange feeling and he didn't like it. He was used to being confident and sure of himself.

"Both of us. She is lucky to have both of us," John whispered softly. He looked down at his husband and smiled warmly. Every person he knew was lucky to have Sherlock in their life. The man was brilliant and wonderful. He didn't see it but John always would. "I love you," he spoke softly, tilting Sherlock's head up slightly so he could meet his husband's lips.

"Love you too." Sherlock returned the kiss and rolled to be back on top of John. He leaned down to deepen it. He trailed his hand up and down his husband's chest, his body pressing tightly into the man below him. He moved his hand from John's head, to run along his husband's face. He broke the kiss, but kept their faces close together so that they were nose to nose.

John returned the kiss, his hands resting on Sherlock's shoulder blades as he finally pulled away. He kept his eyes locked on Sherlock's as he took a few deep breaths. Being this close to Sherlock, being this intimate with him was wonderful. Just laying here, nose to nose, was something John thought would never happen. One of his hands moved to rest on Sherlock's cheek, his thumb tracing his husband's cheekbone slowly. A small smile tugged at his lips. "I get to spend the rest of my life with you," he said softly.

Sherlock smiled back and then turned his head to suck on John's thumb. He nibbled on the tip lightly. After awhile he released the thumb, his eyes closing. He remained face to face, his breathing slowing down a little more. "Going to nap," he murmured into his husband's cheek. His body relaxed into John's, his stroking fingers slowly stilling.

"Okay," John replied even though his husband was already asleep. He let himself relax the best he could, letting his eyes slip closed. It was a bit hard to get comfortable with Sherlock's body on top of his own, all bones and sharp edges, but he finally managed to focus on the warm weight instead. After that it didn't take long and he fell asleep, dreaming of nothing but how happy he was with his husband.

Sherlock wasn't sure how long he slept, but judging by the sun out the window it was sometime in the middle of the afternoon. He hadn't meant to fall asleep directly on John like that and he rolled to the side to give his husband a little more breathing room. "Sorry," he said into John's shoulder as he snuggled into the man next to him.

The change in pressure on top of his body made John open his eyes slowly. "'S fine," he muttered, letting his eyes close again. "Fine," he repeated softly. Awake. Sherlock was awake. John couldn't fall back asleep. "Enjoy your nap?" He asked softly, letting his head roll so he could speak into Sherlock's hair.

Sherlock lifted his head to look up at John with a smile. "Yes. Like being next to you when I sleep," he admitted. He resituated his head against his husband's shoulder, pressing his chest into John's side and entangled their legs together once more. He moved his foot along his husband's calf lightly.

John smiled, chuckling slightly. "You don't sleep much so I am taking that as the biggest compliment of our marriage," he stated with a small nod. A small shiver shot up his body at the touch of Sherlock's foot and he shifted slightly with embarrassment. "Oi," he whispered, looking down at his husband with a mock glare. "That tickles."

"Why my dear doctor, are you ticklish?" Sherlock lifted his head to smirk up at John. He continued to run his foot along his husband's calf slowly and purposefully now. The smirk got bigger, clearly amused. He brought up a hand to run along the side, fingers trailing along the skin ever so lightly.

"Yes," John gasped out as a laugh escaped his lips and didn't stop. He pushed gently at Sherlock's hand, laughing loudly now. He squirmed desperately in his husband's arms, his face slowly turning red as his laughter got louder. "No," he gasped, looking down at Sherlock with bright eyes and a wide smile. "Tickles, stop." He laughed again.

Sherlock had never tickled anyone before and even though John was asking him to stop, he continued to keep doing it. He brought his other hand to his husband's other side, his fingers trailing along that skin as well. "What if I don't stop, hm? What will you do about it? Try and stop me." He smirked some more.

John continued to laugh and squirm, letting out small shouts on occasion as he tried to pull away. It had been years since anybody had tickled him and he smiled through the laughter and gasps of air. "Going to-" He stopped to shout slightly, looking at Sherlock. "Going to lick you," he finished lamely, too focused on laughing to try and come up with a real threat.

Sherlock didn't stop the tickling, fingers trailing along John's side and his foot continued to run along his husband's calf. "Lick me? That doesn't seem like much of a threat to me. I might end up licking, or rather liking that." His smirk returned as he lifted his head and ran his tongue along John's neck slowly.

John gasped at the feel of Sherlock's tongue on his neck, his laughter softening a bit as his body squirmed into Sherlock's. "God," he muttered softly, laughing slightly. "Don't stop that," he added as he looked between them and couldn't help the small moan that escaped his lips. One hand moved to clutch at Sherlock's side tightly.

Sherlock stopped tickling John's sides finally but continued to lick his husband's neck. His tongue ran up to his partner's ear where he began to suck on it lightly. He rolled back on top of John, his lower body writhing into his husband's with excitement. He wanted the man below him suddenly but he wasn't sure if he would be able to do anything about it.

John let out a sound of agreement, lifting his hips up slightly. Another sound escaped his mouth and he slammed his eyes shut. They couldn't keep shagging like this or their honeymoon would literally be over in less than a week. "Want you," he whispered. Sod not shagging. Sherlock was on top of him.

"I want you too but I don't know if I can," Sherlock admitted into John's ear. He continued to squirm into his husband anyway. Maybe if he caused enough friction between them, he would be able to get an erection and he could take John. He moved his lips to his husband's, tongue moving to explore the other man's mouth immediately.

John opened his mouth for Sherlock, surrendering completely to the kiss. It wasn't often that he would just lay back and let Sherlock dominate him but right now that was all he wanted. He wanted his husband to control him completely. He let his hands tug at the jeans he had bought for Sherlock, his hips lifting slowly as he gasped into Sherlock's mouth. "God, take me," he whispered against his husband's lips.

"I can try." Sherlock wanted nothing more to comply with John's request but his penis didn't want to cooperate right now. It wasn't surprising considering how many times he and his husband had shagged since they had left the flat. He continued to kiss John, getting a bit more aggressive with it, in his frustration of being unable to perform at the moment.

John reached hastily between them, cupping Sherlock through his jeans. God, he was desperate. After the day of soft touches and conversations he wanted nothing more than his husband inside of him. He whimpered into the aggressive kiss, squeezing Sherlock's penis through his jeans in an attempt to help. He didn't care that he wasn't even hard at the moment, all he knew was that he wanted Sherlock, even if he couldn't get hard.

Sherlock moaned into the kiss when he felt John's hand palming his cock through his jeans. He moved his hands to his pants, fumbling with the button as he tried to undo them in his haste and excitement. Eventually he got the pants undone and he it took some wiggle time to slide them down to his ankles. He got his underwear down much faster. He still wasn't hard, but pressed eagerly into John anyway.

Good. No pants. John reached between them to yank his swimming suit down, lifting his hips into Sherlock's to pull them down. He kicked his legs slightly as he got them off. Sherlock wasn't hard either. Maybe they were just going to work themselves up and realize they couldn't do this. The moment he felt his cock touch Sherlock's he moaned, arching up into his husband.

Sherlock moved his mouth to John's neck and began sucking on the skin. Despite that they were both naked now, he still couldn't get hard. Looked like he was just going to end up frustrated. Maybe if they kept trying he would get there. He continued to squirm into his husband, his mouth moving to suck on one of John's shoulders now.

John tensed and glanced down at his husband's mouth. "N-No," he whispered softly, pulling his shoulder back so his scar was farther away from Sherlock's mouth. No matter how much he loved Sherlock's mouth, he didn't love it on or near his scars.

Sherlock faltered for moment, not understanding at first what John was saying 'no' to. "Sorry," he muttered and stopped kissing his husband. He sighed and rolled off his partner. He wasn't going to be able to do anything anyway. He laid next to John, breathing a little heavily. "Sorry," he repeated. He had ruined this but hopefully he hadn't ruined the rest of the day.

John tensed and looked at his husband. "I didn't want that to stop," he muttered, taking a deep breath. "Just didn't want," he hesitated and curled himself into Sherlock's side. "Scars," he finished lamely, closing his eyes. He was such a git. Being stupid because he hated his body. "Nothing to be sorry for," he whispered into Sherlock's side. "Should be me who is sorry."

"I know..." Sherlock admitted. He reached over and grabbed John's hand. He tilted his head to lean on his husband's shoulder. Was now the time to ask about the scars? Probably shouldn't, not now. Probably never. He didn't want any more fights with John the rest of the honeymoon. Really, he didn't want to fight with his husband ever again.

John sensed Sherlock's hesitation and looked at his husband. "They remind me off all the times I have failed," he said softly, clearing his throat at the admission. He had never told that to anybody. He kept his eyes closed. There was no way he could face Sherlock now.

Sherlock tilted his head to look up at John. "Why do you kiss my scars but when I kiss yours, you turn away?" That was really what he wanted to know, but up until now he had been reluctant to ask. It didn't bother him per se, but it did make him curious. He just wanted to try and understand.

Oh. That was what Sherlock wanted to know. John took a deep breath. This was getting too emotional. "Because you got your scars trying to protect me," he admitted as a blush spread across his cheeks. "I got them being stupid. Your scars... they represent something meaningful to me." He cleared his throat and opened his eyes, looking down at his husband sheepishly.

Sherlock frowned in thought. Maybe it was just one of those things he would never get. "John, I got shot by a sniper by running carelessly through the street and the one down my chest was because I had surgery done to repair damage done to my internal organs from being poisoned from a bite. The third one was because I didn't wake up from a drug induced coma and they wanted to make sure they hadn't missed anything."

"All to protect us," John replied swiftly like it was the most common knowledge in the world. "I got shot in the shoulder invading Afghanistan. Shot in the side being an idiot and not paying attention. And shot in the other shoulder playing a stupid game with your Dad." He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. This was horrid. Even talking about them made him sick to his stomach. "I can barely stand to look at myself. How can you look at me and kiss my body when it looks like this?"

Sherlock shook his head slightly. "I am going to say something extremely stupid and cheesy. I blame it on all that telly you make me watch. However, it doesn't make the words any less true." He rolled over to be on top of his husband once more. "John, I don't care what you look like. It is what is in here that counts." He pressed two fingers into his husband's chest."Besides, you have a rather adorable face...Johnny..." He smirked down at the man below him.

John felt his breath catch in his throat and gazed up at his husband with wide eyes. That had just come out of Sherlock's mouth. Even the use of his sister's stupid nickname couldn't deter him from laying in shock. He lifted his torso up, gently rolling them so Sherlock was on his back and he settled between his husband's legs. After that he wasn't sure he could speak so he lowered himself and gently met Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock wasn't sure to make of John's reaction at first and he moved with his husband without hesitation. He was about to ask if he had said something wrong when he felt his John's lips on his own. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the man above him. Apparently he had said the right thing after all.

God, John had the perfect husband. How in the world did he manage to find a man like Sherlock and marry him? He pulled away from the kiss slowly, taking a deep breath and slowly opening his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered with a ghost of a smile. "You are really wonderful, you know." He pressed their noses together with a small laugh. "I am lucky to have you."

Sherlock wasn't entirely sure what he was being thanked for but he gave John a smile anyway. "You are welcome and yes, I am well aware of just how wonderful I am." The smile twitched into a cocky smirk. "You are so damn lucky because it just so happens I am perfect."

"Hush up, you git," John said with a laugh, his eyes bright as he studied his husband. "You know what I mean. Don't be so cocky," he muttered, grinning the entire time. He wondered if Sherlock knew how much he meant it, how much he really loved Sherlock and considered himself lucky to have the man in his life. "I love you more than the entire bloody universe," he paused, a smug smirk on his face. "Oh, I forgot. The universe is massive, Sherlock."

Sherlock just smirked and couldn't help but laugh. "I was just about to say my dear doctor. The universe is quite large, infinite really. So I guess that means you love me more than infinity, which I must say is rather impressive." The smirk stayed in place, obviously amused by this current conversation.

John rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. Hearing Sherlock laugh was worth it. "I do love you a lot," he whispered as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on one of his husband's cheekbones. "More than I ever thought I would." He pulled back to study Sherlock. "The first time I met you, you scared the shit out of me."

Sherlock's smirk faded into a frown. "I did?" He immediately recalled the first time they had met in the lab at St. Bart's and analyzed the entire situation. Grant it, when John first entered the room he hadn't even noticed the other man but that was pretty normal for him. It wasn't until John had offered him the use of the cell phone had the former army doctor caught his attention.

"You knew everything about me. Things I had hidden from people." John met Sherlock's lips gently to get rid of his frown. "But I am glad I met you. I don't know where I would be if I hadn't met you that day at Bart's." He traced his thumb over his husband's cheekbone. "I am glad you scared me."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in thought slightly, but then his ever present smirk returned to his lips. "Impressed. I was impressed with you the first time we met. Well, surprised and then impressed with you." He turned his head and began to suck on John's thumb, biting the tip ever so lightly.

That made John freeze for a moment. "You were... impressed? By me?" He watched Sherlock's mouth on his thumb with a lop-sided smile, trying to hide his surprise but failing. "There is nothing impressive about me. At all," he whispered as he pushed his thumb farther into his husband's mouth.

Sherlock was about to respond but he decided to suck on John's thumb rather than try to talk around it. He tugged his husband forward ever so gently with his teeth trapped around the appendage. His fingers trailed over John's back carefully, trying to avoid any marks he may have left on his husband's skin from previous activities.

John moved forward slowly, pressing his free hand against the mattress next to his husband's head. This shouldn't have been so attractive but he was slowly getting turned on. Sherlock's mouth mixed with the soft touches on his back were perfect. "You are rather impressive," he whispered, his gaze transfixed on his thumb in Sherlock's mouth.

"Of course I am impressive. I am perfect and amazing, remember?" Sherlock murmured around John's thumb, a smirk forming as well. He continued to suck and nibble on it, as he stared up at his husband with a bemused look. His finger tips continued their light touches, one hand moving to run through John's hair.

If this didn't stop soon John was fairly sure that he was going to spend the afternoon with a high amount of sexual frustration. "Enjoying my thumb?" He asked softly, pulling it out of Sherlock's mouth and bending down to run his tongue along his husband's bottom lip. "If we don't stop I am going to find a way to shag you."

"That really would be impressive, and yes I was." Sherlock smirked yet again and began biting lightly on John's lip since it was right there. "Maybe tonight, before you go to sleep I might be ready." He was quiet for a thoughtful moment. "Don't they make…what are they called, sex toys for situations like these?" He stopped his nibbling momentarily as he looked up at his husband inquisitively.

John coughed slightly and swallows hard, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. "I, um, perhaps. I don't really know." He shifted against his husband nervously. Sherlock really didn't hold very much back. "I want to wait until tomorrow, maybe have you last a bit longer." He placed a soft kiss on the tip of Sherlock's nose.

Had he said the wrong thing again? It felt like he did that a lot, even before they were married or even dating. Sherlock had lost count how many times John had warned him about his timing on things. He thought he had been doing better but apparently not. "Tomorrow then." He gave his husband a small smile.

"Sherlock, you are fine." John managed a sheepish smile in his husband's direction. "I am not really... I don't talk so openly about sex and... toys," he muttered with a fierce blush. "I love you. You didn't do anything wrong." He laughed softly and slid down Sherlock's body so his head could rest on his husband's chest. "Are you hungry tonight for dinner?" He asked softly.

"No shame. Sometimes I forget how shy you are about sex related things," Sherlock admitted. He tilted his head and gave the top of John's a kiss. "Love you too," he said into his husband's head. He hugged John closer to him still, not tiring of the closeness they had been sharing all day. "I thought we were going to stay here all day?" John would probably need to eat. "But we can have dinner if you want."

Right. If John got up to eat then he would have to get up. Possibly put on clothes. "Not hungry anymore," he muttered into Sherlock's chest. "Would rather stay here with you," he corrected softly, lifting his head slightly to study Sherlock. He moved one hand to run through his hair as he pressed a kiss at the start of the scar at the center of his husband's chest.

Sherlock watched John for a little while, before speaking finally. "If you are hungry, you should eat. I could cook for you again." He scratched lightly at the back of his husband's head, the other hand stayed on John's back to help offer support to the man above him. His eyes closed in contentment; this had turned out to be wonderful day.

"Don't want to get up," John whispered into his husband's chest. If eating meant getting up and leaving his husband then he was perfectly content to stay here. "Do you want me get off of you?" He asked with a bit of a smirk. "I am a little heavier than you. Don't want to crush you on our honeymoon." He laughed softly and let his nails scratch gently at his husband's side.

"No, you are fine my dear doctor." Sherlock smiled up at John. "I would suggest ordering something in, but one of us would still have to get up and answer the door when the food arrived." He leaned up to kiss John on the lips.

John gently returned the kiss, sucking at Sherlock's bottom lip with a mischievous grin. "Want you," he whispered against his husband's lips. He knew he had said it earlier, that they hadn't been able to do much, but this side of Sherlock was turning him on faster than he was used to. Caring, smiling. "Really, really bad."

"I thought you wanted to wait until tomorrow, my dear doctor. You need to make up your mind." Sherlock smirked up at John. He continued to kiss his husband, gnawing the other man's bottom lip a bit. His fingers trailed through John's hair some more, scratching lightly at the scalp beneath.

"We are already naked," John replied instantly, looking down at Sherlock. "Can you?" He asked softly, glancing between them. He was already half hard. The least he could do was to help his husband. With a smirk he grabbed Sherlock's penis, giving it a slight squeeze.

"We have been naked for awhile now," Sherlock replied with a smirk. So, sensitive. He couldn't help but whimper and writhe into John's touch. "I can try but I don't think I will be able to do anything until later tonight or possibly until tomorrow. Sorry." That didn't stop him from trying. He bucked into his husband with another whimper.

"It is fine," John replied softly, swallowing hard to try and calm himself down. Deep breaths. Sherlock wasn't going to be ready and he should probably save his energy, too. He pulled his hand away slowly and looked down at his husband. "Tomorrow. I can wait." He laughed softly but stayed on top of Sherlock. "Don't plan on moving anyway." He smiled and placed a quick kiss on his husband's lips.

Sherlock smiled up at John. "Tomorrow then. Hey, did you want to take the boat out? Well, more like a yacht but believe it or not I know how to sail." He smirked a bit. "I wanted to be a pirate remember? What kind of pirate doesn't know how to sail?" His fingers continued to run through his husband's hair.

Boat. Yacht. "Sure," John whispered with a smile. "Wouldn't mind that at all. Never been on a yacht before." He glanced at the floor where his swim suit had ended up. "Could dive off the side." He smirked slightly. "Stay out there until tonight."

"We could stay out on it all night, if you wanted. Sleep on the yacht. There will be beds and everything else we will need on it as well." Sherlock shifted under John a bit, to get a bit more comfortable. "If it is a nice enough night, we could sleep on deck under the stars. People do that on honeymoons…don't they?"

John rolled off of his husband. "Sounds wonderful," he said with a wide smile. "Shag on a boat. Never done that before." He slid off of the bed, pulling his swim suit on with a purposeful swing of his hips toward his husband. "That way I will eat." He crawled back on to the bed and gently met Sherlock's lips gently.

Sherlock smiled but then groaned when John left, he had gotten used to being next to his husband that the loss of the other man, though momentary, made him want John back in his arms immediately. When his husband returned he snuggled into his partner, his head coming to rest on John's shoulder.

"If we want to go boating you should probably get up," John whispered into his husband's hair. It wasn't that he minded, he loved being near Sherlock, but the idea of being on the boat was exciting too. "Unless you want to be a lazy git and admire me from there."

"I meant go out on the yacht tomorrow, but we can do it tonight." Sherlock disentangled from John and got up from the bed. He searched for his swim suit for a moment and then slid them on. He returned to the bed, sitting behind his husband and wrapping his arms around John's waist to draw him into a hug.

John relaxed back into Sherlock with a small sigh, his hands moving to rest on his husband's. "Is it stupid that I want to spend every moment I can with you? I have never felt like this before," he muttered with a small blush. He was thankful that Sherlock was behind him and couldn't see it. "I also have this insatiable urge to be shagged by you, but you know that one."

Sherlock leaned his head into John's neck, giving it small kisses. He moved his lips up to his husband's ear to whisper into it, "Did you still want to go out tonight or wait until tomorrow?" He began sucking on the ear lightly. "You need to be shagged by me because I am a Sex God, clearly." He smirked and continued to suck on the lower lobe.

John shivered against his husband and pressed back against him. "Tonight," he whispered the best he could. It seemed like his husband was determined to leave him as sexually frustrated as possible. "Thought you hated that nickname," he gasped and curled his fingernails into the top of Sherlock's. "We will shag on that boat."