Watson gave another low chuckle. "I admit there might have been a rugby scrum or two that required some self-abuse later that evening." He slid his hands around Holmes's waist, and kissed him hungrily. "Are you really so difficult to attract?" His smile was slow and flattered. "However did I manage it so unwittingly?"

He sighed, and squirmed beneath Holmes, shifting downwards to kiss Holmes's throat and chest. "You also haven't told me what you might claim as your prize," he pressed, teasing, eager. "You do plan on claiming something, I hope?"