"Oh, I think I am doing so," Watson murmured, smiling, and returned to trailing his lips over whatever bits of Holmes's face he could reach. He was enjoying it, but at the same time he thought he would be very glad indeed to have Holmes back to his usual well-groomed self. It fit in very well with having Holmes back to his usual self -- or nearly so -- in other respects, as well.

Giving a sudden low chuckle, Watson pressed close, his eyes shut. "Good heavens, am I this bristly? Or even moreso, I must suppose." He laughed again, finding it strangely humorous, and kissed Holmes playfully.