Words were momentarily beyond Watson, for the simple reason that being tasted all over sounded extremely promising. He leaned over and gave Holmes one last stubborn kiss.

"Very well," he said, rather hoarsely. "I suspect the hot water's done for me all it can. Let's see what you can do to improve my situation." He moved to rise out of the tub, although he let his fingers trail over Holmes's skin as he did so. His movements were easier than they'd been when he got into the tub, but still stiff, still sore. As much as he might have wished for some very vigorous exercise, Watson knew that unfortunately he wasn't up to it. Something, though, was better than nothing. A very good deal better.