"It's perfectly convenient for me," Watson murmured. He certainly made no move to let Holmes go to any extent. Why he wanted to hold Holmes like this when there were possibilites of doing other things, he couldn't say... except, perhaps, it was good to hold Holmes in one place after too long of having him be far too far away.

He nibbled gently on Holmes's ear. His touch was firm but gentle, loving but with no room for argument. This was his moment, to lay out and direct as he wished, and he would have it, and have Holmes, as he wanted and no other way.

"Stay, just as you are."