Watson laughed, breathily, deep in his chest. He put his arm close about Holmes, over his back, and then let his hand wander to the back of his neck. "What a wonderful sentiment," he breathed. "I share it entirely. What a very satisfying present that was. I hope to get a good deal of similar use out of you in future, although I doubt that will be a problem. You seem to find it so agreeable, after all."

He sighed, contentedly. To be stretched out on the floor like this, shamefully undressed, was unwise for several reasons. They would quickly get chilled despite the fire, the floor was not going to be comfortable for very long, it was damnably incriminating. In the meantime, though, it was nice to enjoy the moment.

He rubbed his fingers gently over Holmes's neck. He loved Holmes like this, all warm and languid and close, cat-like. "All joking aside," he said, very softly, "I cannot imagine wanting anything more than you."