"Thank you for your permission," Watson answered, laughing. He leaned over and kissed him soundly, before disentangling himself rather reluctantly.
He made a hasty search for a dressing gown -- not, he considered, there was any particular reason he could not wander about in the nude, but it seemed slightly more proper to at least make some vague attempt at modesty -- and left, glancing back at Holmes as he did so, and noting just how irresistable he looked.
His husband.His husband. He could be possessive all he liked, for the man was his, had allowed him to make that claim in return for the reverse, and he could look and savour all he wanted.
After the bathroom, he wandered out into the kitchen, intending to tackle the coffee maker. Finding Holmes already there, he stepped close to kiss him in greeting.
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He made a hasty search for a dressing gown -- not, he considered, there was any particular reason he could not wander about in the nude, but it seemed slightly more proper to at least make some vague attempt at modesty -- and left, glancing back at Holmes as he did so, and noting just how irresistable he looked.
His husband. His husband. He could be possessive all he liked, for the man was his, had allowed him to make that claim in return for the reverse, and he could look and savour all he wanted.
After the bathroom, he wandered out into the kitchen, intending to tackle the coffee maker. Finding Holmes already there, he stepped close to kiss him in greeting.