Sherlock Holmes (
mustbethetruth) wrote2011-01-29 01:47 am
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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.
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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"I suppose toast for lunch would not be acceptable." Holmes is confident he could throw together some sandwiches for lunch if need be, and truly it seems fair; Watson does do a large amount of cooking for them. "I can manage sandwiches for us. Do you trust me?"
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Boiling an egg seemed straightforward on the face of it, but come to think of it, he hadn't any idea how long to boil it, and that seemed fairly key. He thought he had seen something helpful about this particular problem in the cookbook-for-beginners he'd claimed from the library. Fortunately he had left that on the counter, so he soon was flipping pages to consult it.
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"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll just go freshen up." He smiles playfully and heads for the bathroom, going about his business and then splashing some water on his face and running a wet hand through his hair. Shaving and proper grooming can come later, if at all. He does feel a little better now, at least, and he returns to the kitchen.
"How is breakfast coming along, my dear?"
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Looking at Holmes, he was hard-pressed not to smile, not to appreciate a little just how handsome he was in his barely-groomed dishevelment.
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"Aren't we disgustingly cheerful this morning? It's a good thing we have the house to ourselves, or we may spoil the appetite of anyone else who might have to witness the two of us."
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Deeming the eggs done -- at least, the timer was up, and he hoped they were done, and he could not see how one could possibly tell with an egg, other than by breaking it open -- Watson fished them out of the water with a slotted spoon, and after placing them into a pair of egg cups he had ready, he brought them over to the table. He paused to kiss Holmes's cheek as he put the eggs down, and then took his own chair.
"Bon appetit, as they say."
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He starts in on his egg, which is cooked very well he has to say, and he gives Watson a bright smile.
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His egg seemed to be properly cooked. This was a little bit of a relief.
"My dear fellow, for what I'm sure is not the last time however much I might wish it were, you really must stick with English if you wish to have a conversation with me."
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The thought of murmuring French nothings against Watson's skin is fairly appealing. Would Watson find as much fault with that as he does with breakfast conversation?
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He smirks at Watson over his toast before he takes a bite.
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His tone was lightly teasing.
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With all this gentle teasing, breakfast is more than merely pleasant, and Holmes looks forward to passing the rest of the day in this manner.