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Jan. 1st, 2010 04:10 pmThe concert had been splendid, but he wasn't sure if that was entirely to the credit of the music or to the "accidental" instances of his shoulder bumping into Watson as he adjusted himself in his seat, or the times when Watson's knee wandered over and brushed against Holmes's knee. All accidents, of course, and they steadfastly avoided each other's gaze, but each and every contact warmed Holmes in more ways than one.
When they returned home, it was very little time indeed before he found himself tangled with Watson in the most intimate of embraces. While he's sure Watson could find some sort of poetic expression in an attempt to capture the moment, Holmes is content to leave it unexplained. He doubts there are words for it, in any case. Sleep eludes him for a long while, in part because he finds himself sharing a bed suddenly and so finds it somewhat difficult to slip into sleep, but the real reason he stays awake is because he fights sleep for as long as he can. He's reluctant to close his eyes and let the vision of Watson disappear from his sight because Holmes is worried he won't find him there in the morning.
As soon as Holmes begins to stir awake and the memories of the previous evening return to him slowly, he forces his eyes open. Watson is still there, the blankets are still tangled up around them, and Holmes finds himself smiling sleepily. He considers closing his eyes again and going back to sleep, but before he drifts away again, he reaches out and lightly touches his fingertips to Watson's arm, trailing them over his skin. Definitely there.
When they returned home, it was very little time indeed before he found himself tangled with Watson in the most intimate of embraces. While he's sure Watson could find some sort of poetic expression in an attempt to capture the moment, Holmes is content to leave it unexplained. He doubts there are words for it, in any case. Sleep eludes him for a long while, in part because he finds himself sharing a bed suddenly and so finds it somewhat difficult to slip into sleep, but the real reason he stays awake is because he fights sleep for as long as he can. He's reluctant to close his eyes and let the vision of Watson disappear from his sight because Holmes is worried he won't find him there in the morning.
As soon as Holmes begins to stir awake and the memories of the previous evening return to him slowly, he forces his eyes open. Watson is still there, the blankets are still tangled up around them, and Holmes finds himself smiling sleepily. He considers closing his eyes again and going back to sleep, but before he drifts away again, he reaches out and lightly touches his fingertips to Watson's arm, trailing them over his skin. Definitely there.
