Moments before settling for the night, Watson thought it best to look in on his companion, who was busying himself with test tubes and various samples, "Sleepless again, Holmes? It's not good for your health. I don't want to have to bring you out of a coma ... again."

"All in the name of science, my good fellow."

Watson was certainly not pleased with such a statement from his other half, and so quickly retorted, "Not if it damages your health that much , it isn't. I insist you at least rest periodically between research and experimentation..."

"I rest my eyes during the afternoon, sometimes. Does that suffice, Doctor ?" he sighed, while Watson donned a rather smug expression, "Well seeing as you're too stubborn to listen to reason, I suppose it shall have to do."

All the while, Holmes' eyes remained level with the solution in the test tube, as he watched, "Splendid!" he cried, placing the tube into its holder and turning to look at Watson, who stood with folded arms, and his foot rhythmically tapping the floor. However serious the man looked, Holmes took little notice, as he slid momentarily out of sight, before appearing behind Watson, with his hands cupping the other man's derrière, "Now, now, dear, let's not squabble."

In that instant, Watson twisted where he stood, using pure momentum (and scuffing the soles of his shoes as he did so), to swiftly remove Holmes' hands from there conspicuous position, "You should really learn to keep your hands to yourself, Holmes."

Though, the corners of his mouth creased, as a smile formed upon his face. Holmes, however, showed quite the opposite reaction, with pouted lips and a slightly slouched posture, altogether quite unbefitting of the Great Detective, "Watson, it is incredibly difficult to fondle myself when there's one such as yourself standing there, for me, and I alone."

Watson moved the fingers on both of his hands gently, entangling them with Holmes'. He then lifted both of Holmes' hands slowly to reach the bristly moustache above his upper lip, brushing a soft kiss across pale, prominent knuckles, "I doubt that I am that irresistible, Holmes. You managed to restrain yourself long enough before we became lovers."

Quickly, Holmes' eyes darted right, while his hands clenched tighter against his companion's. There was a look of anguish in his narrow eyes, and a sullen expression to suit.

"Oh, but how difficult it was..." he sighed, eyes flickering back to his partner and the grip between hands becoming looser, "...but I have you to myself now, John, and that's all that truly matters."

Smiling softly, Watson let go of Holmes' left hand in order to gently cup his cheek, pulling the taller man slightly closer to his face. He began to speak in a manner usually accustomed to a woman's tone: softly, gently and albeit, quietly, "I apologise, my dear, I did not mean to bring best-forgotten memories back to the surface."

And with that said, a simple, yet delectable kiss was placed on Holmes' lips, causing his eyes to roll back into his head, as his eyelids were forced to close. Watson enjoyed another few moments of this delight, before pulling away slowly, to say, "And I have you, and I always shall."

Holmes revelled in the notion that Watson did indeed have quite the same feelings towards him, as he had portrayed, previously. He slid his free arm around his lover's waist, allowing it to rest on the small of his back, as he proceeded to kiss back, with tenfold the passion that was felt before, "Nngh, John~"