Holmes is seriously trying to behave

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He bites back another sigh. His mental image of a diagram of the female sex flickers as Watson shifts against him, further confirming that Holmes is rather trapped against Watson. God, but he smells good. With Watson's head against him, his nose is practically in Watson's hair. He catches himself inhaling Watson's scent and abruptly stops, exhaling instead. Giving Watson's hand a squeeze, he directs his gaze to the floor of the bathroom.

"I think after too long I would start to feel like a cucumber in a stew," he says, realizing belatedly that he'd chosen a rather phallic image for himself. He bites the inside of his cheek and starts remembering the various smells, colors, and densities of the mud in London.

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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.