Watson laughed too, low and throaty. He snuggled close, pressing kisses at random over Holmes's head and face and shoulders. "It's a new experience for me." He gave a contented sigh, running his hands carefully over Holmes's side. "An interesting experience."

He was quiet a moment. "I love you," he said presently. As if that were necessary, as if that weren't entirely obvious. "Holmes, there are a great many attractive, charming women in the world, but I am beginning to believe none are as perfectly suited to me as you are." He gave a small laugh. What a strange piece of irony that was. "Ought we to move to some place more permanently comfortable?"