"We should have grown past this stage by now." She picked up her hair and twisted it up, presenting her back to him. Sherlock zipped her up.

"What stage is that?" he asked distractedly, as he placed a kiss at the base of her neck.

"Mmm..." Joan exhaled and felt herself melting into him before catching herself and straightening up. "...Jumping on each other every opportunity we get." Joan handed him his shirt.

He put the shirt on but didn't button it. Instead, he bent down to help her on with her shoes.

"You don't have to ..." She started to say but the touch of his fingers on her ankle and calf stopped her. He gently slipped her foot into the shoe and proceeded to kiss her ankle, continuing to slowly work his way up her leg.

"Sherlock ..." She could barely get his name out. "Mmm... Noooo ..." He was on his way past her knee. "Uuuuu Sherlock ... We just ..." She put her hand on his head to push him away but instead just held on. "We have to be downstairs ... in the next five minutes ... the conference... "

A sharp knock at the door startled both of them. Sherlock sighed, bit and kissed her inner thigh lightly, making her produce the little moan he loved hearing from her and stood up to answer the hotel room door.

She realized a second too late what he was doing and tried to stop him, "Sherlock, no! Sherlock, pants! ... Pants!"

By the time what she said registered with him, Sherlock had thrown open the door, shirt open and pantless. The young cop on the other side of the threshold stood mute for a second not knowing quite what to do.

Watson came up quickly, and handed Sherlock his pants.

"Ah, thank you Watson," he put his pants on as he talked. "So Smitty, what can we do for you?"

"Uhm ... Sir, Captain Gregson sent me up to get you. You're lecture starts in a few minutes..."

"Thank you. You may tell the captain we will be down presently." Sherlock zipped his fly as Joan stared Smitty down, challenging him to say one word.

He nodded his head in response and quickly walked away. What was up with these two! Smitty guessed he should be thankful the guy was at least wearing underwear.

He wasn't going to mention this to anyone. No one believed him anyway. He'd already had his eyes examined, he figured his head would be next.