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Continued from here.

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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It's pretty endearing watching Watson helplessly attempt to coax the stick away from Nell, who clearly isn't having any of it, and who Holmes rather admires for her dedication to watching Watson plead so very insistently. He's almost chuckling when Watson finally turns to him, and he's certainly grinning widely, very proud of Nell.

"In that case, you ought to know that there's nothing to do but give up the chase." While Watson had been attempting to get the stick away from Nell, Holmes had spotted another one nearby; he picks it up and offers it to her, holding it up and making to throw it once or twice.

Nell at first is unsure. It has the smell of a trap, but it's also another stick, and it's about to escape, and if it does she had better be ready for it. Holmes watches her body start to tense, and by the time he finally throws it, Nell is ready to drop the hold on the current stick and run for the second. Holmes stoops to pick up the first and holds it out to Watson, smiling triumphantly.

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Watson glared for a moment, at a loss for words and feeling utterly, utterly defeated, outwitted by Holmes and Nell alike. Giving a resigned sigh and a shake of his head, he snatched back the stick. "Thank you," he said, sardonically. "I'm glad to have your support and guidance when it comes to outwitting the dog."

Nell had come circling back by this point, second stick held firmly in her jaws, but seeing her original prize once again in Watson's posession, she dropped her stick -- at a safe distance from easy snatching -- and rushed forward with a bark, bowing playfully and panting in an attempt to entice Watson to throw that one for her again, too. Laughing, Watson reached to take Holmes firmly by the lapels and pull him close for a hard, firm kiss. Left out and ignored, Nell barked impatiently and jumped up, trying to be included.

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He'd almost been as tense as Nell for Watson to throw the stick again (isn't Holmes the cat in this relationship?) and he's just as surprised, though much less indignant, when he suddenly finds himself being kissed rather hard. Watson hadn't seemed in the kissing mood, but Holmes isn't about to complain, and he wraps an arm around Watson's waist, though Nell's insistence that she receive some attention unfortunately brings things to a premature end.

He draws away, still smiling. This walk was a good idea; is still a good idea, and he doesn't want to go back home, not for a while yet. He takes the stick out of Watson's hand and gives it a good throw.

"There you are, stop whining," he says and wraps his arm back around Watson's waist. "And my dear Watson, you have my support and guidance when it comes to outwitting everything."