Author's Note: Here is the next chapter of the story! Once again, thank you so much for your support and I hope that you enjoy this chapter!


Before Sherlock knew it, they were finished their breakfast, and getting ready to explore the city. John brushed his teeth while Sherlock was got their map of the city that John had forgotten to take out of the suitcase. He had meant to memorize the layout of Madrid before he arrived, but he never got around to it; he had been too busy freaking out about the wedding and helping John plan the wedding. Sighing, he tucked the map into his back pocket.

"Ready, John?" Sherlock called, slipping his feet into his shoes.

"Give me one more second, Sherlock," John said. Sherlock huffed and tied his shoes.

John exited the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to his partner. He slid on his dark blue shoes and tied them quickly, anxious to get out and explore.

"Ready now?" Sherlock asked, glancing from John's shoes to his face.

"Yes, Sher." John said. He chuckled and stood. "Do you have the camera?" He glanced down at Sherlock.

"Of course. I wouldn't forget it."

He stood and grabbed John's hand. He led them out of their room, to the floor lobby. John pressed the button for the lift then turned to Sherlock, grinning.

"What are you smiling about?" Sherlock asked, glancing at his partner.

"About our holiday...we're actually going to start our honeymoon, Sherlock."

Even though their honeymoon had technically started the night before, John considered this the first real "day" since yesterday was filled with traveling and settling in at the hotel. The lift doors opened and they walked into it. Once the doors were closed, John wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close to him. Sherlock was caught slightly off guard, but he quickly realized what John was doing. He pushed against him, wanting to feel his body against his. John smiled and planted a kiss on Sherlock's lips.

"I love you, Sher." He said softly.

herlock smiled. Yes, he smiled, even after being with John for ages. He was still not used to the smaller man telling him that he loved him. It didn't make him "freak out", though. It merely made Sherlock smile; he was happy that he found someone that actually loved him. Someone who actually believed that he wasn't a "freak". Someone who actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. John rubbed his thumb against Sherlock's cheekbone, sending him back to earth.

"What are you thinking about?" John asked.

Sherlock shook his head.

"It's not important," he said, waving his hand.

John wanted to ask his lover what exactly he was thinking about, but the doors opened before he could. He dropped his arms from Sherlock's waist and hurried out of the lift. Sherlock followed him and held his hand when he caught up to him. John smiled and led him out of the hotel, out into the city of Madrid. The two men were met with surprisingly warm air when they exited the hotel. Sherlock smiled and glanced over at John.

"Where to first?"

By early afternoon, John and Sherlock had walked around most of Madrid. They had decided to explore the city first, and then pick where they wanted to go after they explored the city in general. Sherlock had to admit that he had much more fun exploring the city than he had thought he would. He loved exploring, but he didn't think that exploring a city would be as much fun. After all, cities were always packed with people, and Sherlock hated having to deal with people. However, he had to say that he had a nice time.

Right now, he and John were at a small restaurant enjoying some wine and some rice dish. Sherlock didn't actually want to stop and eat, but John insisted that they should. So, they stopped. John shifted so he was leaning against his chair. He brought his wine to his lips and took a relatively large sip. Sherlock smiled and mirrored him.

"See? This isn't too bad," John said, gesturing to the wine and rice.

"I suppose."

It actually wasn't bad at all. Plus, Sherlock only cared about being with John. If John wanted to go somewhere, Sherlock didn't mind going because he would be with his John. John smiled and poked the air with his fork.

"Oh, don't act like you don't like it, Sherlock, I know that you do."

Sherlock smiled softly.

"You know me quite well, John."

He took a large sip of his wine. John stretched out his legs and placed his feet on either side of Sherlock's legs. Sherlock reached down so he could wrap his hand around one of John's shins. He massaged it gently. John's shin jerked back a little, but he moved it back when he was used to the sensation. His shoulders relaxed slightly even though Sherlock wasn't touching them.

"Good?" Sherlock asked softly, still massaging John's shin.

"Very."

Sherlock smiled and continued to massage his shin until he was finished with his wine. Once he was finished, he switched to the other shin and massaged that one instead. John grinned and let out a small groan.

Yes, right there," John said.

Sherlock nodded and continued to work at the spot. John nodded and sipped at his wine.