"Me," Watson said decisively. He reached forward to slide Holmes's dressing gown off, and pressed a kiss firmly against his breastbone. "I claim it on the basis that I died yesterday."

Laughing, he stepped away to ease himself into the tub, somewhat gingerly because of the hot water, and settled against the back of the bath. He extended an arm in wordless invitation, welcoming Holmes to join him.

"Oh, but that feels nice."