Laughing, Watson kissed Holmes gladly, feeling ridiculously, stupidly happy. "But you forget," he teased, "I am not interested in queers, unless they're extraordinary. All the same, it's nice to know the option is there."

He caught Holmes's lower lip between his teeth, gently, before moving down to kiss his throat. Oh, he had missed this, this sort of nonsensical teasing, the lazy lounging in bed, the casual touches of affection.

"You really think that highly of my uniform, do you?"