"That sounds ideal to me," Watson murmured. "I am, by the way, still angry with you, but not seriously. Staying here is your punishment."

He trailed a series of lazy kisses over Holmes's neck, and caught his earlobe casually between his lips. "We should formulate an excuse if anyone comes calling," he mused, laughing a little. "One of us has been injured, rest and recouperation is necessary, no visitors permitted. Coming back from the dead is a neat trick, but I'm certain it must take it out of you?"