This kiss is particularly sweet, and Holmes returns it gently, his fingers still wandering over Watson's skin, still gently stroking and touching. He's quietly claiming Watson with these touches, quietly mapping out his skin and learning it for himself. Now it seems he has permission to claim Watson. He follows the kiss up with another one, tender and light, and he smiles when he draws away finally.

"Then we're in agreement. How very convenient." He smiles wider and leans down, kissing one of Watson's cheeks, then the other, and then placing a small kiss to Watson's nose.

"Are you comfortable?" he murmurs, reaching up and smoothing Watson's hair back. They're still laying together half-naked on the sofa, and he's full aware that's a position that may lose its appeal once a heated moment has passed. "I can move if you'd like."