He hadn't been able to see it as clearly as he can now, but Watson really is the picture of lust. What must it feel like to just... embody an emotion like that? Holmes had felt lost, just now, bewildered by the strength of his arousal and the way his body took over. Watson is... Well, to say he's a natural at sex sounds a little more crass than the reverential way in which Holmes really means it.

They are going to have a lot of sex in the coming days. Holmes doesn't even think all of the times will be on purpose; he's pretty sure there will be perfectly innocent moments in which they're reading together on the couch, and suddenly, sex.

"I have many thoughts about what I could do," he purrs as he slides into the role he's being offered. "But I've already decided. I'm tired of twisting sideways; out of the tub," he orders. He draws his hand away and gracefully gets out, picking up a nearby towel and holding it ready.