Watson inhaled, rather shakily. He curled forward, his fingers massaging gently at Holmes's neck. He smiled, and kissed Holmes lingeringly. He had some small notion of what Holmes might be planning, but he prefered to let him reveal his intentions in his own time.

"Very well," he whispered. "You carry on with your experiment. I often like the way your experiments work out."

He kissed him again, hungry and impatient and eager.