It was an icy sort of shock; Watson's mind was still full of anger, vengeance, the thrill of battle. How dare this man stand between he and Holmes, how dare he come in here now, with his airgun, and attempt to make the separation more permanent.
He raised his hand with the intention of pushing Holmes away, of warding him off (with force, if necessary), but after so long without being kissed his resolve failed him. He would have even if it hadn't been such a desperate, longing, hungry sort of kiss. Watson melted into it, his fingers clenching into Holmes's hair, for the moment forgetting all thought of how angry he was with Holmes, how hurt. There was just the two of them, finally joined after so very long.
And then Moran gave a sort of moan, beneath them, and Watson pulled back in alarm, startled out of his mindless joy. There was still a very dangerous man on the ground with them, and he was still not sure how angry he was with Holmes.
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He raised his hand with the intention of pushing Holmes away, of warding him off (with force, if necessary), but after so long without being kissed his resolve failed him. He would have even if it hadn't been such a desperate, longing, hungry sort of kiss. Watson melted into it, his fingers clenching into Holmes's hair, for the moment forgetting all thought of how angry he was with Holmes, how hurt. There was just the two of them, finally joined after so very long.
And then Moran gave a sort of moan, beneath them, and Watson pulled back in alarm, startled out of his mindless joy. There was still a very dangerous man on the ground with them, and he was still not sure how angry he was with Holmes.