When Watson woke, he gave a long, slow sigh of utter contentment. He hadn't had many things to say about life that were neither bitter nor depressed, lately, but this morning he was perfectly at ease. He shifted slightly closer, needing to have as little space between them as possible.

He could have said good morning, he could have said any number of things, but he just held Holmes from behind a little close, sliding a leg in between Holmes's, tangling them closer. He pressed a kiss against the back of Holmes's neck.