Holmes's dangerous tone, preceding that first intimate breach which he had been waiting for, desperate for -- it was almost too much. Watson bit down on his lip, hard, but he groaned despite that. He was rapidly losing his own challenge, but as far as he had been concerned, it was more advantageous that way. He certainly had no desire to win.

"Oh, God, yes," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands momentarily fisting convulsively in the bed linens. With an effort, he opened his eyes again to be able to see, to watch Holmes at work.