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mustbethetruth) wrote2011-04-30 12:19 am
mustbethetruth) wrote2011-04-30 12:19 am
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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.
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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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.