Something about 'hello' as a morning greeting made Watson laughed. "Good morning," he said, savouring the words like a fine wine, like an expensive tobacco. He pressed another kiss against Holmes's neck, closing his eyes.

There were too many things to say, so he said nothing, merely nuzzled against Holmes, smelling him, tasting him, treasuring him.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere today," he murmured, sounding sleepy. "Not without my express permission."