"You can cling to me all day if you wish," Watson murmured. He pressed several small kisses against Holmes's face, over his chin and jaw, before returning to his lips for one longer kiss. "I think I would like that, actually. But only," he continued, shifting in such a way that was almost burying himself closer to Holmes, "if I have full permission to cling to you as well."

He let out a sigh, one of pure contentment and comfort. "Do you have any ideas beyond that? Is there something else we ought to read? Shall we take a bath?"