"Simultaneous shall be just fine," Watson said, rather thickly, already working on Holmes's buttons. It was at times like this that he felt completely devoid of self-control, although he couldn't say it was an unpleasant affliction. He also was beginning to suspect he might have overindulged just slightly tonight, enough to relax him and make him warm and affectionate, and in this company there was no need to work at restraining himself any.

It was hard to think of reasons to not crawl into Holmes's lap at the moment and paw at him, anyway.

He slipped his hands inside Holmes's shirt, kissing him. "Just what I wanted," he murmured, still teasing.