"Oh, very much," Watson murmured. He dropped a few lazy kisses along Holmes's neck, while he ran his hand soothingly over his stomach. "I admit that wasn't quite what I had in mind," he laughed, breathlessly, "but I have no complaints. Oh, not nearly any complains."

He leaned his head on Holmes's shoulder, making himself quite comfortable, aware that they should get up and clean themselves. Looking over the room, though, was slightly disheartening.

"Good heavens, what a mess we've made," Watson laughed. Clothing, and dishes, and probably a stray smear of honey or two. "What a way to start ourselves off in housekeeping."