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To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.

Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.

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"You," Watson observed, finishing his own brandy and settling back against Holmes, "are asking to be kissed, the way you carry on. Very thoroughly, too." He leaned his head back to grin at him. "Although if you could see anything handsome hiding under the mess I was then, you're clearly a more astute observer than even I have hitherto suspected."

Despite his jesting, he was undeniably deeply touched. "I am only ever sorry that I believed you when you told me you were no creature for love, as I cannot imagine many people being as good as falling in love and being in love as you have so far proven yourself to be." Watson smiled softly. "Your downfall or not, it's to my benefit."

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Even though an argument is stirring in him, it isn't an overpowering feeling, and instead he can only give a flattered, abashed smile, turning his eyes away from Watson momentarily. Can it be that Watson's told Holmes enough times that he is worthy that it's begun to sink in? He recovers himself, taking back control of his smile from his flattery.

"Then you must not know very many people who are good at it. I'm just thankful that in this instance things have turned out in my favor. You seem to have changed my fortune in love, my dear."

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"Not a bad thing to have accomplished, if that's true," Watson said. He did turn and kiss him, then, unable to resist the opportunity. "I hope your fortune remains good, as it's my fortune too, now."

Sometimes the urge to bubble over with ridiculous poetry, with declarations of love and eternal devotion, with adoration and worship was all nearly too much to resist, and now was one of those times. Rather than make a fool of himself, Watson opted to kiss Holmes again, deeply.

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It's a very easy thing to return the kiss with all he has, especially because in that moment he doesn't quite trust his words to say something that would adequately reflect what he's feeling. A kiss, on the other hand, is very easy to infuse with the appropriate meaning.

When he feels as if it's safe to trust his words again -- and right around when he needed to draw a breath -- he draws out of the kiss and rests their foreheads together, his eyes shut contentedly.

"Our fortune has turned out rather well," he murmurs, his voice thicker. "If nothing else, we've gotten married and literally walked into our marital home without so much as one word of argument from anyone else. I'd say that was lucky for us."