John's Birthday Surprise.

ch 4

"We're here! Finally here." Sherlock rejoiced and parked the car outside a beautiful hotel.

"Wow...where exactly is 'here'?"

"Ackergill Tower Hotel. Near John o' groats. The top of Scotland. Isn't it beautiful?"

John looked at the hotel and his mouth opened in shock. It was stunning, a giant old castle with small turrets made of grey bricks. It was absolutely huge, two separate buildings attached with things almost like giant stone bridges, making it stretching out about the size of three and a half football pitches. It was old, with ivy growing up the side of one turret. The windows, however, were square with clear glass, adding a modern twist to the beautiful building. The back of the castle faced the sea, the view stretching out for miles and the courtyard was multiple shades of green, with clean cut trees and neat grass. John faced Sherlock and squeezed his hand.

"It's absolutely beautiful. I love it."

Sherlock smiled and squeezed John's hand back. "I'm glad. It's five star, obviously."

John stared in wonder at the gorgeous surroundings and smiled when Sherlock tugged him inside. Sherlock went up to the reception desk when a friendly looking woman sat.

"Hi, we're here for our room."

"Name, please?" her accent was thick and soft. The only thing that popped into Sherlock's mind was the movie 'Brave'.

"Holmes. Sherlock Holmes."

"Ah! Mr Holmes. Here you are then. Room... one hundred and twenty seven." The woman smiled and handed Sherlock a key.

Sherlock took the key and turned to John. "Get the suitcases."

John nodded and went back to the car, returning a minute later. He was rolling two small suitcases by his side. Sherlock took his from Johns hand and made his way to the sitting room. John smiled at the interior. The ceiling was cream, with a thin gold and black border at the top of the wall The walls were striped two shades of blue, one light and one slightly darker. Pictures of kings and queens hung on the walls, and even some decorative plated too. A grand piano sat by the windows, the panes of which were painted gold. The curtains were striped light blue and white, giving the room a light feel. On top of the piano were two vases of beautiful pink flowers and a bowl of nice smelling potpourri. A comfortable looking wicker chair sat by the piano, right next to a tall cream lamp. In the centre of the room sat a small baby blue couch. A wooden table with a white cloth draped over it sat beside the couch, with another vase of flowers on top of it. Directly infront of the couch was another wooden table, slightly larger than the rest, with books and magazines on it. Two pale pink arm chairs sat at the ends of the table, each with a decorative cushion on it. At the side, a wooden china cabinet was placed against the wall. Next to it was a huge fireplace, real bits of wood burning gently, giving the whole room a very homely feel.

"Oh, this is gorgeous..." John trailed of, looking at the room.

"And it's only the sitting room. How marvelous. I can't wait to see the bedroom." Sherlock drifted over to the piano and lifted the lid. Grinning, he sat down and began to play. Surprisingly, John sat down next to him and worked on the chords, the two of them playing a wonderous melody, enjoying how calming and happy the room felt.

"I didn't know you could play." They said in unison.

John laughed and grabbed Sherlock's hand. "I guess even after all this time we're still learning abbout each other."

Sherlock smiled and placed his lips against John's softly. "Yes. It appears that's true."

"Excuse me. Mr Holmes? I'm Gordon. I've come ta' take yer suitcases and show ye to yer room." Gordon smiled and took the cases. He walked away, leaving Sherlock and John to walk behind him.

John looked at Gordon. "Are you sure you don't want me to take one of those?"

"Och, naw! I'm awright, ta. You two jist relax, okay?"

John could barely understand the boy but he understood that he didn't need any help. After a short walk and an elevator ride, John and Sherlock reached their room and said goodbye to Gordon. With a deep breath, John opened the door. When he saw what was inside, he gasped.

"It's brilliant!" he yelled, grinning.

The room was huge, with wood flooring. A tartan rug sat in the centre of the room, matching the tartan curtains. Pale beige wallpaper lined the walls, and a light brown wood table sat in the centre of the rug.A few candles and books sat on it comfortably. A few pictures of the sea and the hills lined the walls, and the windows behind the curtains were huge. Two velvety blue arm chairs sat acroos from each other, and a large two seater dusty pink coloured couch sat inbetween them.

"It's so nice, isn't it?" John leaned into Sherlock.

"Wait till you see the bedroom."

Sherlock set the cases down and kicked the door shut. Smiling, he led John into the bedroom and watched his eyes light up. The room was huge, bigger than his own little livingroom in 221B Baker Street. The carpet was cream and the walls were light gold. A huge canopy bed was against the wall, with cream and gold curtains and a fluffy gold duvet. Next to the bed was a mahogany dressing table with a little lamp on it. A huge double door wardrobe was opposite the bed, right next to a smaller, but no less exquisite, dressing table with multiple mirrors. A large flat screen sat on a desk at the other side of the bed, next to the bathroom door. A few comfy looking chairs sat in the room and, once again, some pictures were hung on the walls. More vases of flowers sat in the room and filled the air with their fragrant smell.

"That's...That's our bed?" John was shocked, he's never seen such a huge, amazing bed.

"Yes. Isn't is lovely? And comfy looking. Very comfy looking..."

Sherlock took John by surprise and picked him up off his feet. Laughing, he laid John softly down on the bed. "So many things I want to do to you in this bed..." He whispered.

John's heart raced and his hands found their way to Sherlocks hair. He wanted him so much it was unreal, like a burning desire he just had to fufil.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. But for now, John, It's time to sleep."

John pushed Sherlock back and grumbled. "Tease."

Sherlock chuckled and started to undress until he was standing in just his boxers. Stifling a yawn, he helped John undress and lay next to him in the bed.

"Oh, this is comfy." He said, snuggling in next to John.

"Mmm." John could feel his eyelids droop more by the second.

"Goodnight, John."

"Night, Sherlock."

Sherlock fell asleep with a smile on his face. If only John knew what he had planned for tomorrow...It was going to be brilliant, that he was sure of.