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In the sitting room at 221B Baker Street, Holmes stood by the window, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze fixed upon the fog-choked street beyond as he fretted over the new case they had received.
Yet not before long Holmes had moved from his still position by the window. As he began pacing back and forth, restless, his hands moving to be clasped behind his back instead of beneath his chin. Holmes' expression was pensive, yet reserved.
Without turning, he spoke, his voice lofty and deliberate. "My dear Watson, I do believe we should engage in amorous congress! It being an audacious experiment of paramount importance for the case at hand."
Watson, seated at the desk with a notebook half-filled, looks up at Holmes, brows knitting in polite confusion, completely perplexed by what had been uttered.
"My good fellow, pray tell me, how precisely does one's carnal pleasures relate to the particulars of this most intriguing case?" He asked, studying the rigid line of the other man's shoulders.
Holmes finally turns, sharp eyes alight with that familiar intensity. He takes a step forward, pausing once, his mouth seemingly arranging his words before his mind manages to process them.
"Watson, do you want to fuck me or not?"
Watson's eyes dart, and a deep crimson flush spreads across his face. He stands, smoothing his coat as he does. The older gentleman hesitated, a slight stumble in his speech as he removed his coat.
"Of course, my dear Holmes!"
Holmes offered a brief, contented nod, already pivoting as if the decision had been made ages ago.