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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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Holmes is shivering too, and he tightens his hold on Watson momentarily to try and brace himself, to keep himself from shaking, but it isn't entirely successful. The insanity has indeed served its purpose, and he starts moving them toward shore.

"We most certainly should, before we are found like this and we leave people to wonder." He grins through the shivering and manages a chuckle. "We wouldn't want to destroy their lofty ideas about us."

Once out of the water, he disentangles himself from Watson to try and pull his small clothes on quickly; it is unfortunate he didn't wear a jacket, as at least it may have served as a towel.

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Shivering violently, Watson made his way up onto the beach. As wet as he was, he wriggled into his clothing with difficulty, amazed he was not freezing to place as he was. Nell came around, circling both of them with the occassional lick in their direction, glad to see them out of the water again.

"A very hot bath," Watson said decisively. "And a bit of brandy. Bloody hell, the things I let you talk me into." His voice was fond through his chattering teeth, fond and appreciative, despite how cold he was now.

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He finishes dressing successfully, which is worthy of celebration considering how badly he's shivering. Nell's warm tongue feels rather nice against him, and he finds himself missing her whenever she passes him by. He quickly rejoins Watson's side and wraps his arm around him, huddling close together.

"Hot bath and brandy," he agrees, clenching his jaw for some relief to his teeth for a moment. "Is this how it goes then? I recommend the insane ideas, and you the sensible ones?"

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"It seems to work that way," Watson remarked, hugging himself close against Holmes. He ran his hand over his face, distressed to find that his moustache was full of salt water. Frigid salt water, at that. "Someone has to have sensible ideas to counteract the insane ones."

He laughed, rather shakily through chattering teeth. He was finding something rather nice about the feel of Holme's wet skin through his shirt, and thought there might be something to another swim, a longer one, when the weather was warmer.