Watson gave a strangled sort of cry, his back arching, and clutched at Holmes's hair desperately. Despite his talk of being toyed with, he hadn't quite been prepared for this, so sudden and so soon. He gasped for breath, watching Holmes with wide eyes.

He couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being overly passive in this, that Holmes was doing all the work and Watson was reaping all the rewards -- but somehow, the look in Holmes's face belied that. For all the talk of worship, that was a heavy word to apply to one's lover, one's spouse. "You devil. You absolute devil, I love you."