Yo-ho-ho, and bottle of rum...
I wonder if Father Christmas's 'Ho Ho Ho' is actually because he's a pirate in real life and is trying to hide this fact? Umm... anyway.
Title: Dr Watson's Revenge
Rating: PG (a little bit of kinkiness)
Synopsis: Watson get his revenge for the bucket of water incident.
Despite my early morning drenching, like the ever patient man that I am, I followed Sherlock Holmes around for most of the day as he went about 'gathering information' (which seemed to be talking to certain persons in public houses and doing his best not to get drunk), I has forgone my reputation (and my bladder) and stuck to drinking tea (which earned me several strange looks over the course of the day and a comment that I was 'a bit of a sissy' as I paid a visit to the pubs facilities). By the time we arrived back at Baker Street, our feet were sore and Holmes was slightly inebriated.
After slumping down in his arm-chair he proceeded to doze off, it was time for me to carry out my revenge. Walking over to Holmes's chair, I leaned down and kissed him fully and passionately on his lips. He opened his eyes sleepily and responded to my kiss, pulling me closer. I unfastened his trousers and slid my hand inside, which certainly gave him a pleasant surprise. We kissed for a good length of time, and it was clear that Holmes was no longer thinking with what was between his ears, and instead was using what is between his legs.
Due to his sleepy state, and of course to his obvious arousal he only realised that I had slipped his handcuffs onto his wrist when he heard the faint 'click'. Before he could respond, I attached the other end of the cuff to the chair and quickly used the second pair to cuff his other hand to the other arm.
He gave me a look of slight puzzlement and bemusement, no doubt wondering what I had planned next. I gave him a slight smile, and stepped back to admire my handiwork. I gave him another smile before crossing to the door.
Holmes stirred in his chair, "er... Watson."
"Not a word, Holmes." I scalded.
"You could at least put me..." I silenced him with a glare, before leaving the room.
I returned carrying the same bucket he had used that morning to rudely awaken me, it was filled with cold water. He gave me a somewhat panicked look but did not move in his chair or say a word. Crossing carefully towards him I emptied the contents onto him, putting an end to any romantic thoughts he had been considering, I stepped back and looked him up and down. His dark raven hair was now plastered to his skull and little drips of water were running of his nose.
Giving him one final smile, I settled myself into my armchair with my gripping sea novel. I was able to read in peace for some time until the sound of Holmes's teeth chattering was beginning to affect my concentration. Feeling that he had been punished sufficiently, I crossed over to the frozen detective, kissed him lightly on forehead and un-handcuffed him. He rubbed his wrists and buttoned his trousers before shuffling off to change in his bedroom.
I retired to the sofa feeling very proud of myself, Holmes re-entered the room and settled down on the sofa next room, putting his head upon my shoulder.
"Am I forgiven?" He asked quietly.
I kissed him lightly and answers that of course he was forgiven, and if he wouldn't mind stoking the fire I was a little chilly.