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Later that day, Sherlock and John found themselves walking around Madrid. The day had long since past, and the moon shined high above them, casting a faint glow onto the earth below. Sherlock smiled and held John's hand as they walked around a part of the city that they had not managed to visit earlier, due to their... little activity.
The activity had been very fun, but it had made both of them very tired. So tired that they slept for several hours. John had woken up first, and had woken Sherlock up a bit later. Sherlock had groaned about being woken up, but when John told him the time, he jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. Soon after he got dressed, they were out the door.
They had decided to get dinner at a quaint tapas restaurant not too far away from their hotel. John had wanted to go to dinner a little bit farther away from their hotel, but neither of them were up to traveling very far to eat. Each of them were starving by the time they set foot in the restaurant. The tapas had been fantastic. So fantastic that even Sherlock ate two helpings of everything that they ordered. Right after they left, Sherlock had told John that they had to find one back in London so they could go to it and compare the food to tapas they had in Spain.
John eagerly agreed; he was always looking forward to finding more ethnic places back home.
They wandered about Madrid for a little, each enjoying the other's company. They had obviously been with each other for a while now, but being together in a foreign city- on their honeymoon, nevertheless - was different and made exploring much more exciting. Sherlock pointed at the architecture when they passed a building that caught his interest. He pointed at a building eagerly and told John all about it. Apparently a renown family of the past had lived in it. Eventually, John and Sherlock ended up in a small park that was only a few minutes away from their hotel. They had wanted to walk around it earlier, but they never got the opportunity. The park was beautiful; the path was lined with large trees, and birds chirped happily from the branches. Sherlock glanced up in the direction of the birds and smiled. John raised his eyebrows when he saw the sudden expression change.
"What is it, Sher?"
"The birds." He gestured towards a tree.
"What about the birds?"
He shrugged.
"I like birds. A lot."
"I didn't know that you were a fan of birds, Sher."
Sherlock nodded.
"I am. I wanted one when I was younger but my parents wouldn't let me have one."
"Oh, I'm sorry," John said, gently squeezing Sherlock's hand.
"It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyways."
With that, he resumed walking, his eyes darting this way and that. Sherlock took in everything, cataloguing every type of bird or tree that he saw. John watched the detective carefully, smiling softly when he saw Sherlock's expression change. Most people wouldn't have been able to detect the small changes in his facial expression, but John could. He had learned to observe Sherlock's mannerisms over the years which allowed him to peek inside the detective's mind more easily. John squeezed his hand, just wanting to remind him that he was still with him. Sometimes Sherlock tended to get lost in his own little world, so he liked to remind him that he was still with him. Sherlock smiled and glanced over at John.
"Yes, John?" He asked, his gaze sweeping down his face.
"Nothing. Just wanted to remind you that I was still with you."
Sherlock wrapped his arm around John's waist and pulled him towards him.
"Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment."
And truly, he did.
They continued to walk around the park for a little longer, until Sherlock got tired of walking. He led John back to their hotel, which was still bustling with activity. Sherlock rolled his eyes, not understanding why people were so busy at an hour like this. Surely, they didn't have to run around like a crazy gang of apes. He pressed the button that called the lift. He turned towards John and rested his chin on top of his head. John chuckled but didn't move, letting Sherlock use his head as a head rest.
"Comfortable?" He asked.
"Very, thank you." He said just as the lift arrived. The doors opened. Once people left the lift, Sherlock and John stepped into it. They pressed the button for their floor. Sherlock turned towards John again and wrapped his arms around his waist. He yawned.
"We can go to bed when we get back to the room," John said, eyeing his sleepy partner.
"No, no, no, that's not necessary."
"Why not? You look exhausted." Sherlock's eyes drooped closed.
"I'm not...I just need to rest my eyes for a second."
John tilted his head to the side as he analyzed Sherlock. He shook his head when he realized why Sherlock was acting so strangely.
"We don't have to do anything tonight, Sher. We had sex earlier...we don't have to do it again."
Sherlock's eyes sprung open.
"But don't you want to do it again?"
"Not if you're exhausted." He began, placing his hand on Sherlock's cheek. "Besides, we have the rest of our lives to have sex. One night won't kill us."
The detective made a sound that sounded a lot like a protest. John smiled but shook his head.
"Really, we don't have to...I won't be upset if we don't."
The doors opened. John's hand dropped to Sherlock's, and he led him out of the lift. Once they got into their room, Sherlock stripped down to his pants. He yawned and climbed into bed, surprisingly tired. He wanted to be with John, but he didn't think that he could stay awake long enough to do anything with him. So, he got under the covers and pat the spot next to him.
"Come here, John," He said, shimmying under the covers.
John stripped down to his pants and got into bed next to Sherlock. Sherlock pulled John towards him. John giggled and placed his head on Sherlock's chest, using it as a pillow. The detective yawned and shut his eyes once John was situated. He fell asleep within minutes. John watched Sherlock sleep for a while until his eyelids started to droop close. Once they felt heavy, he shut them, and drifted off to sleep as well.