The plane ride was long and irritating.
Sherlock would not stop chattering about how boring the trip would be and John would argue back that he agreed to go on it.
Then Sherlock would turn away and ignore him for about 10 minutes, then deduce people on the plane.
It was a never-ending cycle that seemed to continue until they arrived at the airport.
By the time they got off John was just about on his last nerve.
" The woman to the left of us was obviously unhappy with her marriage. I can't believe you're so oblivious John."
John grew cherry with rage.
" Well I'm so SORRY that I don't have your MASSIVE INTELECT!"
Many surrounding people turned and stared at them while John stormed off, much ahead of the consulting detective.
Sherlock quickly looked back into the past and found an explanation for his sudden outburst.
He must have been weary of Sherlock and his egocentric ramblings.
Sherlock ran up ahead to John, and walked quickly so he was side by side.
John turned his face away.
Sherlock gently gripped John's shoulder and faced them together, stopping them both.
" John. Forgive me."
The look in Sherlock's eyes were dripping with guilt.
John's eyes went wide for a second, he couldn't remember the last time Sherlock Holmes apologized.
But then he broke out a beautiful, wide, grin. Even the sun couldn't compete with John Watson's smile.
" I don't know how I couldn't."
Sherlock unconsciously grinned back.
" Let's go get our bags."
They took a cab to the resort, and as soon as it was in sight, they both gaped in awe.
It looked like the height of luxury.
And they were dressed to go to a public beach.
They checked into the office and noticed the numerous chairs, and expensive lamps and orchids.
They walked to their room in silence, admiring the stunning hallway decorations.
Sherlock pulled their room key out of his pants pocket and unlocked the door.
When the door swung open the two men's faces lit up like Christmas trees.
The room was beautiful, even Sherlock couldn't deny it.
It was a beautiful design, and had a view of a ginormous pool out of the window.
There were chocolate covered strawberries on the table.
Two glasses of red wine next to them.
John collapsed onto the bed and sighed happily.
But then he realized something.
He looked up at Sherlock who had a smirk saying:
" I can't believe you didn't realize it sooner."
John took a second look.
There were vases of flowers all around the room.
Roses.
The walls were painted a light pink.
There was velvet ribbon stringing across the walls.
A couple of the pillow cushions were heart shaped.
He sat up and looked at the bed he was laying on.
It was the same red velvet the ribbons were made of.
The bed was rather small...
oh god.
It was a single bed.
He stood up quickly and looked around the room.
" We're in the bloody honeymoon sweet!"
Sherlock started chuckling at John's bewildered face.
" Will people talk John?" He added in a teasing voice.
John's face turned softer.
" Shut up!"
They both started to laugh.
" I have to admit John, this is a lovely room."
" I completely agree."
John stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Sherlock heard a faint:
" Jesus Christ! It's ENORMOUS in here!"
Sherlock laid on the bed and yelled:
" John there's positively NOTHING to do here."
John walked back out smiling.
" Sherlock, we just arrived. Why don't you go swim in the pool?"
He threw a pillow across the room.
" Tedious."
John stood over him.
" What's tedious is you laying around and complaining. Go have some fun."
Sherlock sat up, inches away from his face.
" My idea of fun is not you're idea of fun."
John grew a little pink and stared back into his deep green eyes.
" Are you so sure about that?"
Wait.
What?
Sherlock took one more look then turned his head away.
" Positive."
John stepped back and cleared his throat.
" Well, I'm leaving to check the place out. You can do what you'd like."
John walked out the door and Sherlock sat up clutching his head.
John showed the obvious signs of attraction, and Sherlock rejected him.
All on a level John couldn't ever understand.
Then why did Sherlock regret rejecting him?
Sherlock walked out the door, trying to get John Watson out of his head.