They did not make it to Joan's bedroom. In the heat of passion, Sherlock, without ever letting go of Watson, dropped every towel within arms reach to the bathroom floor. He lowered himself on to them and took Watson down with him. Water still gushed into the tub, steam billowed, but both were oblivious to anything other than the connection they were forging.
Breath and heart beats synchronized as they found their rhythm. Heat, sweat, lust welded their bodies into one. Months of repressed desire finally found release...
She lay spent on his chest savoring the feel of him underneath her. Every breath he took brought her pleasure. Sherlock rapturously felt the curves of her body pressed against his. He'd found his home within her. He held her tightly, afraid she'd disappear if he let go. Intertwined they laid content beyond all measure.
Joan raised her arms to his shoulders and slid up, needing to kiss him once more. He responded eagerly, threaded his hand through her hair and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. They parted to take a breath and Joan noticed his wince.
"What's wrong?" she asked afraid she had hurt him.
"Nothing, the floor is just uh... I think my ass is now tessellated," he said with a small smile.
She maneuvered herself and him so she could take a look at his back side. The towels had moved and yes, he was laying straight on the floor. And yes, he was right, the bathroom tile pattern was neatly embossed on his rear. "Definite tessellation," she said in her best bedside manner.
Peels of laughter erupted from both of them. The ridiculousness of how they had ended up in this situation was not lost on either of them. "Could you kiss it and make it better," he cheekily asked. Joan smirked at him, gently rubbed at the tile marks, lowered her head as if to bestow a kiss but instead gave him a good, hard bite. Sherlock howled in enjoyable pain and laughed. She fell back on top of him. The ease with which they had accepted this new level of physical intimacy surprised and pleased her.
She kissed a trail from his hairy chest up to his mouth, "I promise, next time, you can be on top ..." she said as she kissed him once more.
He grew quiet as he looked into her eyes, the import of her words sinking in. "Next time..." he repeated quietly.
Joan stammered, "I mean, if you ... We don't ... I just thought..." feeling suddenly very insecure, she attempted to pick herself up and off of him.
"Watson, Watson no." He guided her back on top and held her firmly against him. He spoke in almost a whisper, "I was just relishing the words ... 'next time' ... and the time after that ... and the time after that ..." He brought his mouth to her ear, whispering only for her, "... and forever." They lay tucked into each other trying to extend the moment just a little longer.
A phone was ringing somewhere in the house. Sherlock stirred, "Ugh. The outside world demands attention." Joan lifted herself from him and moved to turn off the water. "We are going to have a hell of large water bill next month," she said.
"Money well spent Watson, money well spent."
She bent to help him pick up the towels. "Are we going to be okay?"
Sherlock looked at her, his eyes large and tender. His hand found hers and was met by a warm caress. His face softened. She inched forward. "Maybe we can talk tonight," she said.
He grimaced and withdrew his hand from hers, "No. No talking. There are plenty of other things we can do tonight." He gave her a quirk of a smile, a waggle of his eyebrows and moved towards the bathroom door. Joan threw a towel at his back, "Hey, cover yourself up, you know how much of a prude I am," she smiled.
He grabbed the towel, "Watson, after what you did to me..." he pointed to the floor, "with the uhm," he twirled a finger towards her, " ... and your uhm ..." he closed his eyes and took a breath, flustered for a second at reliving the experience. "Let's just say you can no longer lay claim to the title of 'prude'." Joan ducked her head down and to the side, slightly embarrassed but even more pleased. Sherlock threw the towel over his shoulders and went off to find the offending phone.