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Watson had, despite the danger, been out about town that day. It was, after all, seasonally important. He had brought his revolver with him, at the very least.

Still, he had gone out to fetch several packages of pine, some holly, perhaps a sprig or two of mistletoe, various other decorate flora. With these prizes, he climbed the seventeen steps to their rooms, feeling remarkably happy, despite all that threatened them. Christmas was almost upon them, after all. It was hard to be terribly worried.

Date: 2011-12-23 06:04 am (UTC)
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Holmes is up and waiting at the door to their sitting room as soon as he hears what can only be Watson approaching from the street below. Even he can recognize that that observation had been a little farfetched, as there were many people out today, but he was right, wasn't he? And now Watson's coming up the stairs, and Holmes frets, quickly trying to assess any damage he might have picked up, but it all only seems to be packages.

"Was all this really necessary?" he drawls, arching an eyebrow, and he reaches out to take something from Watson.

Date: 2011-12-23 06:25 am (UTC)
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However annoyed he is at Watson not -- not -- well, not remaining perfectly still until he's entirely healed, or something along those lines, he melds easily into the kiss and wraps an arm around him briefly.

"You needn't pretend otherwise. We're perfectly capable of celebrating Christmas without holly," he points out as he draws away and stoops to recover more packages. "Get inside before you tea gets cold," he chides and turns away in a huff.

Date: 2011-12-23 07:14 am (UTC)
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"I object to the idea of you fetching it on your own," he grumbles as he sets about opening the packages, poking through what Watson bought. "Mistletoe is perhaps the least necessary thing you could've bought. You don't need poisonous plants to get me to kiss you."

Stopping, he looks up at Watson, sizing him up again. "And you're alright? You didn't hurt yourself?"

Date: 2011-12-24 03:08 am (UTC)
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"Like you wouldn't have attempted to handcuff me to my chair if I were the one that had recently been shot and yet wanted to go shopping," he drawls, hardly paying much attention to Watson's flare of annoyance. Holmes isn't surprised he's drummed it up, as Watson isn't really the kind of man that takes well to being coddled, but Holmes isn't the kind of man that's used to having people that matter to him. Coddling is a side effect.

"For the record, I have little doubt as to your ability to defend yourself," he adds, drawing out a sprig of holly. He pauses thoughtfully and then goes to the mantel; he pries his knife free from the pile of messages and affixes the holly with it instead.

Date: 2011-12-24 04:25 am (UTC)
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"My dear, do you plan on being annoyed with me the entire time that we decorate? It is rather rude to ruin the party that you started," he points out mildly, rather unruffled by Watson's perturbed state. If Holmes reacted every time he annoyed Watson, he would never have a moment of peace in his life.

He takes a couple branches of holly and crosses to the window to decorate around it.

Date: 2011-12-24 05:21 am (UTC)
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"Yes, but my dear, those other times you weren't yet the most precious thing in the world to me." He finishes adjusting the holly branch and turns around, his eyebrows lifted. "Darling, it is Christmas. Do allow me to be sentimental, at least a little."

Leaning in, he kisses Watson briefly and slips by him to recover more holly.

Date: 2011-12-24 06:08 am (UTC)
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"I'm not sure I can," he returns briskly, struggling and failing not to let the haunting sight of Watson crumpling before him return to his mind's eye. "Surely that isn't a surprise to you."

He picks up another sprig of holly but stops, his heart very much not in the game of decorating, not with every detail of Watson's injury returning to him in accursed, startling clarity. He drops the sprig and approaches Watson, and he slides his hand down Watson's good arm; he leans in closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

"I do love you, after all," he murmurs into his skin.

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Date: 2011-12-28 03:52 am (UTC)
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"And there are times when I'm very thankful for that," he returns warmly.

He divests Watson of his shirt, moving carefully over his stitches, and he leans forward to kiss his good shoulder; he ghosts his lips over his skin, moving slowly and gently. What upsets him most about Watson's opinion of himself is that he seems to find himself somehow less, but all Holmes manages to see is that Watson overcame, and he's here now, warm and alive in his arms.

He doesn't want this to turn into something sad and depressing. They were gearing up for some enjoyable afternoon sex, made all the more enjoyable by the fact that Mrs. Hudson is out all afternoon and so they can be a little bit louder. He doesn't want all that thwarted because some criminal wants one or both of them dead. Not at Christmas.

So he scrapes his teeth against Watson's skin, then again, and then he bites a little more forcefully, and he slides his hand to cup Watson's arse.

Date: 2011-12-28 09:25 pm (UTC)
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"I could always use an excuse to kiss you," he murmurs thickly, and he captures Watson's mouth in another kiss, deep and searching, before he breaks away and sets himself on Watson's neck. He follows his collarbone with his tongue, presses kisses at the junction of his shoulder and neck, and he tugs his earlobe between his teeth, scraping at the skin. He tugs at Watson's flies, his fingers brushing against the skin of his abdomen, and he draws away from Watson with a husky chuckle.

"Though considering how quickly I went from decorating Christmas to wanting, a little desperately, for you to bugger me, mistletoe does seem a bit superfluous."

Date: 2011-12-29 12:40 am (UTC)
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Holmes makes a small, entirely involuntary, very quiet sound of frustrated want, and he pulls Watson's mouth up for another rough kiss, his teeth scraping against Watson's bottom lip. The trouble with being presented with these questions is that he'll spend far too long attempting to analyze them. When he is in control, it's far easier for him to decide because he has a better idea of how things will go. When the control is Watson's, who can be a beautiful surprise to him sometimes, he's left agonizing over the options.

"How cruel of you to make me choose," he murmurs against Watson's lips, and he skirts his fingernails along the lines of Watson's hips. "I submit to your discretion."

Date: 2011-12-29 03:02 am (UTC)
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"I would feel that you shouldn't waste any more time in finding an available surface," he returns, and a small thrill runs through him. He loves that he and Watson are getting comfortable enough with each other that their sex is becoming this much more adventurous. They're a step closer to sex with Watson's uniform, he hopes.

"Your desk?" he suggests, a little hopeful, and he drops his mouth to Watson's shoulder, sucking at the skin.

Date: 2011-12-29 03:55 am (UTC)
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Holmes goes along easily, far too pleased that Watson's going with this idea to go any other way; blindly, he shoves aside whatever lies just behind him, and he settles comfortably against the desk. He pulls Watson in against him, between his legs, and leans in to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss.

"Don't go gentle on me now," he breathes hotly against Watson's mouth as the kiss breaks, their lips brushing as he speaks, and he rocks their hips together with decided intent.

Date: 2011-12-29 04:53 am (UTC)
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He makes a soft noise when Watson cups him, and for a moment he's lost in how much he loves Watson, how dearly he loves him. It might be odd that he very nearly views being roughly taken against a desk as almost making love, but he doesn't particularly care. He loves Watson for his vitality, and he's giving Holmes the best example of it right now.

He works to divest Watson of his trousers and fondles his cock, cupping it in his palm.

"Must I choose between vigorous fucking and drawing the thing out?" he says, breathless. "Can't there be a little of both?"

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