To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: Please review! Thank you! Also, I have never been to Italy but I hope this is good anyway!

When they got off of the plane Sherlock and John got straight into a taxi to their hotel. They were staying in Venice in a honeymoon suite of a lovely hotel.

As they sat in the back of their taxi John took Sherlock's hand and inspected the ring on his beloved's finger. Sherlock smiled as John pressed a gentle kiss to it.

"I can't wait to get into our hotel room." Sherlock whispered in his ear.

John, right there and then, had to cross his legs. Sherlock smirked proudly and kissed John's temple.

Once they reached their hotel they went to the reception desk and got their key. They speed-walked up to their room and opened the door. They poked their heads inside the room and were astounded by it's simple beauty. They stood in that doorway looking around quietly.

It was a very large room, with a particularly large double bed. The walls were a calm cream; there were a few scenic paintings and photographs on the walls. There was a desk on one side of the room, it was a dark wood and there were flowers in a beautifully sculpted vase on it. In the corner there was a door to a bathroom. The carpet was soft and also cream. There were dark wood bed side tables on each side of the bed and a large and carved wardrobe also stood proudly a few feet away from the bed. The bedding was red with a silk blanket on top and far too many pillows (not to worry, those would be removed soon) and the headboard was wood too. It was a very natural, neutral but well-coloured room, the right balance of darks and lights. What really was great was that there were double doors on the opposite wall to the door and beyond them was a balcony with a little table and two chairs on it. Their view was amazing; there were the beautiful old Venice buildings and the canal! But as it was the honeymoon suite there were curtains that could be pulled across for privacy.

"Wow." John said.

Sherlock looked down at his husband and smiled "Indeed."

They closed the door behind themselves, put their suitcases by the wardrobe and Sherlock said "So, sex or organisation? Do we make love now and do the unpacking and organising later, or do we get the unpacking and such over and done with and then make love?" Sherlock asked, turning to John.

"Oh my goodness, making love is so tempting but I can't help but think that we're going to not leave the bed once we're in it. But I want you now... this is hard!" John moaned.

"Quick snog, organise, then sex?" Sherlock asked.

"Brilliant!" John grinned.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and pulled his in for a kiss, they wasted no time in chaste pecks, they went straight to battling for dominance with tongues.

When John's pants started to feel a bit tight he pulled away "We better be super-hero quick at organising our stuff because I want to be in bed with you in five minutes at the most."

"Well, I do love a challenge." Sherlock grinned.

They raced around the room, they unloaded their clothes into their wardrobe, and they put their toiletries in the bathroom. They put lube on the bedside table and soon the hotel room was a bit more 'them'.

Sherlock was finishing off by straightening the books on his bedside table. John finished by closing the curtains then looked over to his husband and licked his lips then ran for him and rugby tackled him onto the bed. Sherlock first squeaked in surprise but then giggled and pulled John's face up to his for a good snog. Sherlock moaned a noise full of love and lust.

John pulled away and chucked all the pillows on the floor with immense speed; when you're moments away from consummating your marriage it is amazing what you can do.

Sherlock lay in the middle of the bed comfortably and John crawled on top of him, straddling his waist.

;)

Sherlock's hands went up John's shirt and he caressed his smooth skin gently. John kissed Sherlock lovingly and slowly and then pressed a few kisses trailing down to Sherlock's neck.

"Do you remember when we lay on the sofa in the living room and we discovered how incredibly sensitive this beautiful neck of yours is?" John whispered and attached his mouth to Sherlock's pale neck in his most sensitive spot. Sherlock's arms locked around John and he held him closer, his hips rocked up as what John did to his neck affected his lower regions.

They removed each other's clothes quickly and Sherlock rolled John over so he was underneath.

"My husband." Sherlock smiled, looking down at John.

"Hmm, and very proud to be so." John grinned and kissed Sherlock on the lips.

Sherlock reached blindly over to the bedside table and his hand soon found the lube.

John had moved down a little to press kisses over Sherlock's chest. He looked up at Sherlock and winked. That was what drove Sherlock over the edge. He ensured his fingers were covered in lube. John didn't need any encouragement; he bent his knees and opened his legs.

Sherlock gently pressed one finger into John. John groaned in delight and pressed against it.

"More... another!" John requested.

Soon Sherlock had three fingers opening John up.

"I'm ready, please, Sher!" John said.

Sherlock got comfortable between John's legs and slowly thrust into John's hole, they had sex so often it was barely uncomfortable anymore!

Sherlock stilled for a moment just to make sure John had adjusted and John was the first to move. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's sweaty back and rocked.

Sherlock moaned and thrust into John, then pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting in again.

"Ah... more! Harder! Sher... loc-ah! Ah! Ah!" John was very vocal in bed and tonight he seemed to be a little more vocal.

Sherlock reached between them and wrapped his hand around John's member and started pumping. John threw his head back in pleasure and they moved together fast and hard and with such needy passion.

"John! Oh, fu!... J-" Sherlock shouted.

"Sherlock! SherLOCK!" John came with the shout of his husband's name and with only one more thrust Sherlock came buried deep inside his husband.

;)

They breathed heavily and as their minds went from 'wow...' to something a little more coherent they could smell sweat and sex, they both looked so debauched too. As Sherlock pulled out of John and rolled next to him they lay there quietly just breathing and staying in their euphoric bubble. Sherlock's hair stuck up every way and he had a few marks on his neck left by John's mouth. John, on the other hand, had his legs still bent and open, he slowly moved them straight and closed.

"I... never want to... leave this bed." John breathed.

"Mhmm." Sherlock agreed.

John rolled onto his side and rested his head on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock pulled the cover up them both and wrapped an arm around John and they both fell into a peaceful nap.