For the prompt on the Holmes/Watson Kiss 'n Fluff Meme: Watson's leg is bothering him. Holmes decides to kiss it better (the old wound is on Watson's thigh, or so I have hereby decided!) :D
Not so good with smut, so I made it more kiss/fluff/mysterious. Enjoy 3

I collapsed into my customary chair, pinching the bridge of my nose with my free hand, my other hand dropping my cane with a loud clatter before moving to eagerly rub the offending limb.

I didn't need to call - Mrs. Hudson simply walked into the sitting room with her sympathetic gaze and motherly affection. "Oh, doctor, can I get you anything?"

"A cup of tea would be rather - rather pleasant," I muttered, having to gasp mid-sentence when another wave of pain left me breathless. She hurriedly shuffled out of the sitting room and I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sounds of the house. Mrs. Hudson's even steps, the sound of her placing the kettle on the stove, Gladstone snoring beneath the sunlit window, and the sound of someone entering the house.

"Watson?"

I steadied myself with a breath before opening my eyes, hearing the exhale whistle between my teeth. I wanted to respond, but was incapable of doing so, preferring to focus on breathing than greeting my companion. Holmes seemed to understand, though, and kneeled at my feet. His waist pressed against my knees as he reached his nimble fingers to knead the spasming muscle in my thigh and I was finally able to relax. I melted into his touch, my eyes drifting closed again.

When he stilled, I looked up and our gazes met, causing me to notice the devious expression in his eyes.

Slowly, almost calculatingly, his eyes roamed the room - moving from the door, to the window, back to me - as his lips descended upon my knee, steadily drifting up to hover over my thigh.

What are you doing to me, old boy?

My gasped for air once more when his mouth continued their venture up my pant leg.

But the heat radiating from his body was suddenly gone, replaced with cool air as Mrs. Hudson entered the room, her pitying gaze first resting on me before placing the tray on the table before me and handing me my cup, not wanting to see me get up. She left the room to bring some more tea for Holmes and I simply stared at my companion over the teacup.

"All better," he insisted with a sparkle in his eye.