As Watson stroked the last of Holmes's orgasm out of him, he shifted a little, releasing his grip on Holmes's shirt to put his arm around him closely. "Oh, my dear. My dear." He murmured his words, not having the breath for any more volume. "I've missed you so. I've missed you."

Not that Holmes had been gone, but he had seemed so very far away, and that was what made the difference. Watson sought out Holmes's mouth, and kissed him warmly and tenderly.