"If you insist," Watson groaned, rolling over. "I only agree to moving because I suspect it would be unwise to fall asleep where we are."

He kissed Holmes playfully, and gave a grunt of protest as he shifted into a sitting position. "Come on. Get up, and escort me off to bed like a sensible person. Not that either of us are terribly sensible, but let us pretend."

He kissed him again. He was looking forward to a bed.