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He smirks faintly, adjusting to being touched once again, but so far nothing seems to be driving him toward sensory overload. It helps that Watson can amuse him, even now, even when Holmes's heart is racing just a little at entering into something like this now, so suddenly.

"I wasn't quite asking permission," he admits a little sheepishly, his fingers seeking out Watson's ribs and mapping them carefully. Their positions have slid from when they were sitting properly, and Holmes is slightly uncomfortable from the angle; besides, the urge to situate Watson under him is quite strong, suddenly. He finishes their transition from sitting to laying down, nudging Watson down and positioning himself over him.

It's rather enjoyable to have Watson solid and secure and half naked beneath him, the latter not nearly as important as the first few.

"It seems so long ago that we last did something like this," he observes, and he ducks his head to kiss Watson's collarbone.

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Smiling at the slightly ticklish touch on his skin, at the possessive branding of the initials over his heart, at the small and meaningful mark of ownership, Watson turned his head to kiss Holmes again.

"You are never repulsive," he chided. He spoke in a low murmur, hardly more than a whisper, throaty and full of emotion. "Don't speak such nonsense. You are so handsome, you are such a blessing to me, it would be poor of me indeed to complain about so small a thing as a little stubble." Watson brushed a thumb over Holmes's chin, following the touch of his fingers with his lips. "I haven't often kissed men so unshaven, that's all."

With one hand on Holmes's back, his fingers curled and gently stroking the skin, and his other playing over Holmes's face, Watson sighed, rather happily. "I think I might enjoy the novelty a little."

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He can feel himself settling back into place, and it almost seems fitting that he ought to trace his own initials onto his own skin -- reclaiming his body for himself again.

"Is that so?" he murmurs, pleased at this result, though his vanity may not be entirely satisfied. Watson might enjoy it a little? Holmes's vanity could use some bolstering, and he's not quite getting as much as he would like. He steals another slow kiss, lingering in it for a while before he pulls Watson's lower lip between his teeth and playfully nibbles at it.

"Well. It will soon be gone, so get your amusement with it while you can."

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"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.

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He chuckles warmly in return, though he's only somewhat cajoled; at least he's being petted and nuzzled, which is rather gratifying, and Watson's warm amusement is comforting. He returns the kiss, and as it breaks, he smooths out Watson's moustache.

"You are, but only in one concentrated area. My upper lip has become immune."

Around this time, Nell has become curious as to what her people are up to, and she wanders into the living room to find them laying together on the couch. They look cozy, and they seem to be enjoying themselves, and Nell very much wants to cozily enjoy herself with them. Wagging her tail, she approaches the couch and sniffs her peoples' faces, her tongue coming out to give Watson a friendly lick.