Valentine's Day goes Red Light
Feb. 26th, 2011 12:36 amContinued from here.
Oh, but he likes being the object of that gaze, very much, not to mention the object of such fantasies. He takes a measured breath to keep another, more revealing reaction slip and he lets it out slowly, enjoying the prolonged tension it's produced as he stares right back at Watson. Holmes doesn't generally assume the position Watson's proposing but he certainly doesn't object to taking it when the mood strikes him, and it's striking him now.
"I'm tempted by it too," he says, his voice thicker now. "The table seems most convenient, but we would have to clear it off first. Are we nearly finished eating?" he asks, not without a trace of hope. And perhaps to persuade Watson into being ready, Holmes spreads his legs a little wider, under the pretense of wiping his fingers against the napkin laid across his thigh, and he may stroke his fingers against his leg a little more than strictly necessary.
Oh, but he likes being the object of that gaze, very much, not to mention the object of such fantasies. He takes a measured breath to keep another, more revealing reaction slip and he lets it out slowly, enjoying the prolonged tension it's produced as he stares right back at Watson. Holmes doesn't generally assume the position Watson's proposing but he certainly doesn't object to taking it when the mood strikes him, and it's striking him now.
"I'm tempted by it too," he says, his voice thicker now. "The table seems most convenient, but we would have to clear it off first. Are we nearly finished eating?" he asks, not without a trace of hope. And perhaps to persuade Watson into being ready, Holmes spreads his legs a little wider, under the pretense of wiping his fingers against the napkin laid across his thigh, and he may stroke his fingers against his leg a little more than strictly necessary.
