Holmes snorts and rolls his eyes. "Oh yes, you know my tendency to rack up lovers. I've lost count by now. You are but a name on a list as long as Baker st. itself," he drawls, his eyebrow arched. Really the notion is ridiculous to him; it isn't as if he engages in sex for the physicality of it. It's quite a vulnerable process for him, and he couldn't enter into it lightly.

"Watson, as I said, our always never ended for me. You are it for me, my dear boy. There is no one else for me in the world." He cups Watson's face, touching over his cheekbone lightly, and he pulls him in for a kiss, tender and lingering.