Watson covered Holmes's hand with his own, aware of the pace of his breathing, of the pound of his heart. He was, indeed, feeling just as boneless as Holmes had promised to make him. He inclined his head towards Holmes slightly, his eyes closed, but otherwise moving as little as possible.

"The same applies to you," he murmured. He stroked his fingertips lightly over Holmes's hand, and smiled to himself. "And to think, you thought I wouldn't be interested in that right now." He gave a small puff of laughter, his hand closing around Holmes's.