"None at all," Watson agreed, after returning the kiss, feeling strangely grateful for it. He gave Holmes several kisses, ranging from brief and playful to lingering and seductive, before tearing himself away with a small laugh.

He stood, and fetched a couple of dressing gowns from his wardrobe; he tossed one to Holmes before pulling the other one on. Good God, but this was insane -- wonderful, but insane. How could he possibly have Holmes back in his life? How could even begin to deserve that?