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A few minutes later the stewardess came back with their drinks. John put them on the tray in front of them and thanked her. She left them then, much to Sherlock's delight. He took a large sip of the drink; he sighed happily.
"This is actually quite good," he murmured, taking another sip.
"I'm glad that you like it."
John picked up his own glass and took a small sip. He hummed softly in appreciation. Yes, that was surprisingly very good. He gulped more of it down and placed it back on the tray.
"Like it?" Sherlock asked as he put his glass back down.
"Yes, I do. It's surprisingly good."
The next half an hour was filled with Sherlock and John sipping their drinks, making small talk. Sherlock wanted to discuss some of their cases, but he decided not to bring them up. He didn't want anyone to come up to him and start talking to him about them; this was his honeymoon, after all. He was supposed to be away from work.
John tried to stay awake for the whole plane ride, but he ended up falling asleep halfway through. Sherlock smiled and tossed a blanket over him. He entertained himself by glancing around the plane, silently deducing things about others while John slept.
John woke up just as the plane was beginning its descent into Madrid. Sherlock smiled and kissed his cheek.
"We're here." he said quietly.
"We are?" He blinked and looked out the window. He smiled when he saw Madrid below them. He glanced back at Sherlock. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?"
"Because you stayed up late last night...I thought that you should sleep."
John grinned; sometimes, like a time like this, Sherlock could be very, very, sweet. Some people believed that he was incapable of being sweet, but he knew that he could be sweet. Sherlock was just very...selective, for a lack of a better word, of who he was kind to. He had to know that he could trust the person before he openly displayed any type of vulnerability.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." He smiled and placed a kiss on Sherlock's cheek.
They held hands as the plane continued to descend into the city below them. John looked out of the window and grinned when he could see more details of the city.
"Look, Sherlock," he said, nudging Sherlock with his elbow. Sherlock glanced over John's shoulder so he could see outside. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"It looks beautiful." His gaze flicked to John. "I can't wait to explore it with you."
"And I can't wait to explore it with you."
He squeezed Sherlock's hand as the plane continued to fly lower and lower. Finally, after several minutes, the plane landed. Sherlock and John got up and grabbed their bags as soon as they were able to. Luckily, other people seemed to be in as much of a rush as they were, so they exited the plane faster than they had expected.
Soon they were hurrying over to the baggage claim, fingers intertwined with the other's. Sherlock smiled, happy that they had landed in Spain without any problems. John went up to the carousel and sighed- nothing had come out yet. Sherlock wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him closer to him. John giggled when he felt Sherlock's breath tickle his ear.
"It may take a few minutes, you know, for the luggage to actually get here." Sherlock said, kissing his ear.
"I know, but I wanted to get to the hotel."
"We'll get there soon. Why are you such in a rush, anyways?" His eyebrows furrowed.
"Because...I'm in a new city with my husband. I want to go site seeing with him."
Sherlock kissed his ear, blushing at John's words. Despite them being together for a while now, he still couldn't get used to John's sweetness. Of course, John wasn't sweet all the time, but he was sweet for most of it. He led John closer to the carousel so he could see if their luggage had come out yet.
"I want to see the city with you too, John," he said, smiling softly.
The carousel started to move. Suitcase after suitcase spilled onto the carousel. Sherlock let go of John and maneuvered around people to see it better. A grin spread across his lips when he saw a familiar large grey suitcase. He grabbed it, pulling it off of the carousel. Once it was off, he rolled it over to John, who was waiting in the same spot as before.
"Well, that was quick." John said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"This is our only suitcase, right?" Sherlock asked, glancing back at the carousel.
"Yes, yes, we're fine." John took Sherlock's hand and led him towards the exit of the airport.
When they were outside, Sherlock ran up to the curb and hailed a cab. A cab pulled over almost right away. Sherlock took the suitcase from John before he told him that he could put it in the trunk. He mumbled a thanks to Sherlock as Sherlock opened the cab door. John got into the cab, Sherlock soon following him. He told the cab driver where to go and pulled John close to him. Smiling softly, John moved so his back is against Sherlock's side. Sherlock cradled him in his arms, wanting to be closer to him. John chuckled and kissed the arm that was draped over his stomach.
"I'm not going anywhere," John murmured.
Sometimes John still thought that Sherlock believed that he would just get up and leave. He understood why he would think that, but John spent every day trying to prove to Sherlock that he wasn't like other people. He wouldn't just walk away from him and never talk to him again. He wouldn't suddenly turn his back on him. John was with Sherlock for life. Sherlock curled his fingertips into the shirt.
"I can't wait until this is off of you, John," he whispered into John's ear.
John shivered.
"You...you want it off?"
"Obviously. But not right now. I don't want the cab driver to get upset and throw us out. That wouldn't be a good way to start off our honeymoon."
"Good point," John said, smiling softly.
"Plus...I'll be able to make you take that off in a little bit. Once we're at the hotel."
The cab driver glanced back at them, but didn't say anything. Sherlock gave him a very rude look, one that would make the cab driver not look back at them again. John shook his head and nudged Sherlock's side.
"You didn't have to give him a face," he said quietly, gesturing to the cab driver.
"I know, but I cannot do anything about that now."
Sherlock turned back to the window and waited for them to arrive at their hotel, a small smile playing at his lips.
So there you have it! That concludes chapter 5. Tune in next week to see the next installment. However, I wonder...did you like this chapter? Did you not? Feel free to leave a comment below telling me what you thought!
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