He isn't far behind Watson, still keeping a watchful eye out in case Watson should need his support, though he's happy to see that Watson really has improved slightly thanks to the water. Maybe another bath later, when Holmes won't be so easily distracted, will do him good.

And, of course, a good, thorough orgasm. As much as Holmes would like very much to drive Watson into the bed (or vice versa, as seeing Watson struggle physically has made Holmes dream of him getting his strength back, which usually leads to some very agreeable fantasies involving a desk), Holmes doesn't think it very likely. He doesn't need that, however, as just the chance to drink Watson in will satisfy some of his thirst well enough.

He doesn't stop touching Watson. His hand is on Watson's leg as he stands, and it travels up to his hip, and by then Holmes is near enough that he can kiss along Watson's collarbone. His fingers trace the base of Watson's spine and though he readies himself to help Watson should he need it, he keeps his embrace entirely sexual.

"It's my intention to make you forget yourself entirely, and your situation along with it. If you're boneless, how can your bones trouble you?" he murmurs in a low voice over Watson's neck, trailing up to his ear. He draws the lobe between his lips as he finishes, trailing teeth and tongue alike along the skin.