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a way with women

about [PG] Intense kisses.

Introduction

At the end of some vague case, an angsty Watson surprises an oblivious Holmes who is rather too pleased with himself. I guess you could describe this Holmes as selectively naive, overconfident, and, as one reader remarked, Bouncy!


a way with women

one of Cress's infernal sketches

"I may have remarked before that Holmes had, when he liked, a peculiarly ingratiating way with women, and that he very readily established terms of confidence with them."
--GOLD

during an investigation,
  W bristles with uneasiness
  as he watches H deftly charm a cook,
  to catch her unawares and wheedle out information
  relevant to the case.
W had begun to recognise these moments more and more lately,
  and also begun to be upset by them.
He fidgeted in his chair and cast his eyes into his teacup,
  trying to ignore H's soft, irresistible tone of conversation.
Concentrating on his reflection in his tea,
  W frowned at himself and felt guilty.
Embarrassed, even.

H rose at last from the kitchen table,
  graciously bidding good-bye to the cook
  and gesturing for W to come with him.
They made their way into the study,
  where H immediately sat down
  to write a telegram for the inspector.
"I need only dispatch this," he commented,
  "and I will have solved the entire matter."

W tried to get up enough enthusiasm to ask for H's explanation, but he had trouble shaking off his anxiety and tension.

"Don't, my dear Watson," H said, without even turning around. "You need not make the effort just yet. I realise your mind is on other things." He smiled with satisfaction, then rose to ring for the butler. H turned around slightly to steal what appeared to be a wicked glance of interest at W.

W turned away quickly from H and looked out the window in hopes of escaping that piercing glance. He could not calm himself due to an uneasy dread.

Soon H sent the telegram off and afterward closed the door softly, leaving them alone again.

Still steadfastly facing the window, W asked with his best attempt at interest, "So you've solved it, then?" He pulled out his little notebook and pen from his inner pocket, waiting for H to respond to this prompt with his usual explanations and deductions.

H, however, crept stealthily near and tapped W's shoulder, making the doctor jump and drop his notebook. H chuckled quietly. "So tense! You are developing quite a nervous disposition, Watson." H picked up the dropped notebook and offered it back with a delighted smile. "Do you think I shall bite?"

W, having backed away, returned briefly just to retrieve his notebook. "You have an unfortunate love for the dramatic," W scolded him. Glancing at H's countenance, W fancied that he was being eyed with the excited pleasure of a hungry cat stalking and nipping at its prey. W frowned to himself and turned to the window again, not enjoying his imagination's abstracted view of H lately.

H crossed his arms and tsked softly, "And you have a recent primness towards me."

W cleared his throat sternly, still looking disdainfully away. "Were you lying just now about your case, or do you have a solution?" he challenged, again trying to get H started on his explanation.

H ignored the query, continuing on his own subject. "Yet I appreciate this primness of yours anyway--perhaps more than you think," he laughed.

W heard H step nearer to him and moved to retreat again. Holmes halted him, though, by reaching out and taking W's notebook from his hand. W turned to see H fling it casually across the room. "Holmes!"

Laughing, H cheerfully approached W and placed a hand on his shoulder, restraining his departure and whispering to him, "Now, doctor, what is my penance?"

Pulling H's touch off of him, W found his voice difficult to master. "Penance?"

H grinned at W's pretended ignorance, gripping W's sleeve now. "My dear fellow, you know that I observed your marked disapproval for my actions back there in the kitchen--and don't think that I am not proud of how sharp your eye has become for spotting my methods at work!" H pursed his lips, looking eager. "This painful aversion of yours to my ploy tells me clearly that I shall be required to do something to remedy the matter, as I did in the days after the Milverton affair."

W turned sharply at the mention of that case, looking at his feet. "It--it isn't funny, Holmes." W grimaced and inwardly cursed Holmes for being so damn easygoing about these incidents. To Holmes, there was nothing as significant as the solving of his cases--all else, including a person's tenderest feelings, were trifles to toy with and consider as an after-thought. "You did real damage."

H's tone changed at W's reprimands, and he pressed again, "My dear fellow, I do not mean to be flippant. I will gladly atone for my behaviour. How does your guilty conscience wish me to make restitution? What shall I do?"

W fancied that H was using the same coaxing, charming tone that he had applied to many a woman. W swallowed.

H still prompted, "Tell me, what challenge shall you set for me now that this case is so swiftly over?"

"Holmes, please."

"Yes?" he hissed, leaning dangerously close.

W panicked when H's fingers lifted up his chin, such that W must meet H's inquiring eyes again. "Stop!" W freed himself forcefully. "Stop it!" He retreated to the window breathlessly and shook his head, whispering, "Sometimes I think that you mistreat people on purpose so that you must make amends."

H raised an eyebrow at that suggestion. "Then I wasted so many years, when you did not ask me to amend anything," he smiled.

W bit his lip guiltily to think of all the times that he had been blind to Holmes's less blatant behaviour in all those previous years. W felt more guilty still in having a momentary wish for the bliss of ignorance again.

H reached to touch W again, but was pushed away. He pouted with disappointment, then sighed. "Shall I earn your forgiveness, then? You will not have me do anything about the cook, but you remain upset."

"I--I don't want anything. Just don't."

H crossed his arms, bewildered and unsatisfied by W's coldness. "You will not forgive me? Over this cook?" H blinked and argued in the way that he once did, before delighting in fulfilling W's demands. "What harm have I done?" he protested, shrugging casually. "What great crime is it, Watson? Perhaps I overstepped myself in the matter of Agatha, but this cook is a self-possessed woman with a husband and an excellent sense of humour. What detriment is it to her if I indulge her briefly with a younger man's pleasing but innocent flirtation? It is a simple exchange of my flattering attentions for the vital data that she does not know she possesses."

W did not respond, keeping his glance averted.

"You still find me chillingly impersonal, of course," H observed. "I cannot help it, Watson. Providing information or a challenging case is all the use that a woman could ever be to me."

Nodding wearily, W ventured toward the door. "Let us go home now, please."

"Watson?" H caught his arm and held on, trying to plaintively soothe W's anger. "Why won't you forgive me? How much worse can it be now than--?" H stopped, detecting W's strained reaction to his touch. He stood back and studied the tension in W's posture. W even closed his eyes and refused to face Holmes, looking pained.

H recalled Watson's face in the kitchen and had a realisation. His eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed, rather loudly. "I see, Watson. Ah, I see now. It is not me, but you who needs forgiveness." H sighed and shook his head. "You had me worried that I had somehow done something unforgivable, but you--" his laughter overcame him, "you are the one that troubles your conscience. You are jealous."

W faltered and gulped, backing away. "Jealous?"

"Yes!" H grinned, following him like a stalking cat again. "You, my dear Watson, are jealous of me. Envious that I, in all insincerity, can casually insinuate myself into the affections of any woman I wish, while you have not been nearly so successful in your wooing."

"Holmes, I--" W shook his head, horrified.

H only chuckled more. "My dear fellow, shh," he pressed against W's shoulder confidentially, "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul." He tittered, close to tears. "And I could give you a tip or two with the ladies, if you wish."

"Holmes!"

H turned, muffling his laughter in the curtains. "How rich! John Watson, of all men, jealous of me!"

W grasped him by the shoulders, insisting, "Holmes, you're mistaken."

H shook his head. "Not likely. I knew that I'd recognised that look on your face in the kitchen from somewhere; I have seen it on the faces of more than a few 'hated rivals' of mine as I wooed their lady loves." He still chuckled heartily even while W turned him back around, pressing H against the wall. "Hmm," H pursed his lips teasingly, "who was the last woman that I saw you with before your current extended drought?"

W met H's eyes and frowned minutely. "Perhaps I have found other interests."

H merely smiled at him, unconvinced, and raised an eyebrow patiently. "Three continents!" he mocked happily, brushing W's arms with his hands. "I have certainly contended with the best when I am against a world traveler like yourself!"

"Against me?" W stared at H oddly and blushed.

H hushed W by placing his finger upon his lips. He still laughed hysterically, "Wouldn't you agree th--?" Before H could say anything else, W brushed away the intervening finger and kissed him.

H blinked, hardly believing the sudden contact of W's lips against his. H frowned and caught his breath at having his raucous mirth cut off by the unfamiliar sensation of a mustache brushing his face. H tried to clear his eyes and make sense of what was happening.

W gripped H's shoulders rather forcefully to limit his motion and pressed himself heatedly against H's body. H closed his eyes, utterly stunned while W next plundered his mouth with a penetrating, coaxing tongue. This was most... unexpected. Dizzying. H did not resist at all, overwhelmed. He seemed on the verge of collapse, if not for W holding him to the wall.

Ending it at last, W then sighed hotly into H's neck. "Have you ever kissed a woman like that?" he whispered.

"No," H admitted quiveringly, blinking.

W stroked H's jaw, watching his eyes. "Then perhaps I could give you a tip or two with the ladies?" He lightly kissed H's lips again.

H swallowed breathlessly. "Perhaps."

W released H and turned to the door again, exiting.

H need several moments of recovery before he braced himself and followed.


They returned to Baker Street in silence. At home in their own sitting-room again, W sat in his accustomed armchair and plunged straight into his copy of The Times without comment.

H stood staring at W, very unnerved. He wrung his hands together and took a breath. "Watson ... about, about today in the study..."

W would not deign to pay attention.

H pressed on, trying to be decisive. "Watson, I--I was childish and taunting with you, I know. I realise my mistaken and offensive behaviour now, and I apologise." H swallowed, "Although you chose a rather unusual method to teach me a lesson--"

"I did," W confirmed. He put down the newspaper at last and now eyed H with a look that he hoped H would remember. "I believe that I succeeded in that, rather well."

H barely responded, his eyes turned away and his voice low, "Yes, you did. Rather well."

Watching the seriousness in H's eyes, W decided to take a further risk than he had even in the study. He cleared his throat. "I did. However," W shrugged and rose from his chair nonchalantly, "I do not believe that I finished the full lesson, Holmes."

"You--didn't?" H looked up with uncertainty, blinking.

W came to stand close to H again. "Yes," he slid a hand upon H's sleeve, "one kiss is hardly enough to atone for your behaviour." He drew H into his arms and bent his lips toward him. "Don't you agree?"

H's face already showed the answer. "Yes," he said faintly.

Then W kissed H again, quite firmly. H melted against him, his knees weakening. Already W felt H coming close to collapse, and he withdrew a moment, making H moan in protest. Kissing H's neck, W murmured softly, "This lesson might be very... punishing. You may feel the need to lie down..."

H only sighed and bit his lip, his eyes closed. He moaned at another deep kiss from Watson. Carefully sliding a supporting arm around H's waist, W pulled away a bit and turned. H blinked with a frown, but soon was very, very cooperative as W led H back into his bedroom.


Notes

Milverton affair
The case involving the blackmailer Charles Augustus Milverton and Milverton's housemaid Agatha, whom Holmes romanced while in disguise as Escott the plumber. Holmes cavalierly ditched Agatha, but for the purposes of this story, I assume that Watson did enough nagging at the end of the Milverton case in order to make Holmes do something to make amends to Agatha.
Three continents!
In the novel SIGN, Watson describes Mary Morstan favorably while referring to his past "experience of women extending over many nations and three separate continents." In the context of his describing Mary Morstan, I have assumed Watson's words likely mean a social and romantic experience, but some people insist that Watson must be boasting only of sexual experience. See it however you wish.
punishing
In earlier drafts that I posted publicly, I vacillated between the words "punishing" and "exhausting". I've settled on "punishing" because it has the meaning of "exhausting" plus the naughty suggestion that Watson will be strict in his "teaching Holmes a lesson."

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