Placing a few kisses over Holmes's shoulders, Watson settled himself comfortably. He wrapped his arms around Holmes, cradling him protectively, possessively. All this intimacy after so long with nothing was almost overwhelming, but he basked in it.

He gave a sigh, resting his head against Holmes. He scooped some water over Holmes's arms and neck, letting the water drain down, rinsing the pair of them off. "Perhaps it would have made more sense to do this last night," he said, "but I was hardly up for it, I don't know about you."