Disclaimer: I own…well, not a lot actually, except quite a good collection of books that includes 'Sherlock Holmes', as well as 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Mr. Oscar Wilde.
Command
'Watson, I have realized something!' Holmes exclaimed as we, or I rather, were enjoying a delicious luncheon that Mrs. Hudson had prepared.
'Hmm. Not an entirely unusual thing for you, Holmes. What have you just realized?' I asked, after finishing a bite of roasted chicken.
He answered, almost as if ashamed, 'I do not know what rank you held in the Army.'
How I laughed when he uttered that sentence! He was the perfect picture of shameful regret, his pale hands folded, bony shoulders slumped, and grey eyes cast down, as though by not knowing one detail about me he had done me some great disservice.
He frowned at me as my laughter began to subside. 'I hardly think it funny that in the few years that we have lodged together I overlooked such an important aspect of your life, Watson. Especially with our recent confession of our feelings for one another.'
'Holmes, you are silly. Do you think that because you did not have a small piece of information about me that I would cease to be friends with you? That I would cease to love you?' I queried, unable to suppress an amused smile.
I could have sworn that I heard him murmur 'Perhaps' but decided that I must have imagined it. 'Good Lord, Holmes, if it is that important to you, I am-or was, I suppose- a Major.'
'Major Watson?' he says, testing the words on his tongue. 'It sounds odd, to say the least.'
'Well, may I return to my lunch now, Holmes?' I asked, looking longingly at the remains of my food.
'I have but one more question, my dear Watson. What rank would I hold, were I to suddenly become extremely foolish and enlist in the Army on the morrow?'
I choked on my tea. I really did. The mere idea of Holmes in the Army was absolutely ludicrous. 'You, Holmes, would be a mere Officer Cadet. You would take orders from me, your rank being so much lower than mine,' I replied with some exasperation.
'Interesting,' mused Holmes.
'Are we quite done?' I inquired.
'Did you command troops, in Maiwand?' he queried curiously.
'Yes,' I replied shortly. Then, out of a desire to 'get back at him', as it were, I said, in my firmest tone, 'Kiss me.'
Holmes smirked at me in his usual fashion. 'Why, is that an order, Major Watson?'
'Yes, cadet,' I growled before pressing my lips to his.
'I suppose I must listen then, as you outrank me!' he chuckled as he kissed me back.