"Very well, I shan't." Watson tucked himself in around Holmes, enjoying the warmth and cosiness of being in bed together. If he could somehow have informed himself of ten years ago how affectionate Holmes could be in bed, he doubted his younger self would have believed him in the least. His fingers stayed at Holmes's neck, gentle and loving.

"I'll also refrain from pointing out that eventually we shall have to get up," he sighed. "Coffee would not be amiss, though."