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Aftercare

Something Dr Watson had never managed to understand was the true depth of the mobility of his companion Mr Holmes's expression.

As it was, the celebratory mood the detective had been in until he, Watson, had insisted on taking a look at the places where their suspect's fists and weapons had reached Holmes' body had disappeared from his darling's features, almost struck off cleanly.

The doctor smiled at the sight of his husband resting their flutes back on the sideboard a bit more forcefully than strictly necessary as a pout came to adorn that beautiful face. He approached with a smile of his own, wrapping his arms around that trim waist and pressing his detective to his own body.

"Just a quick check-up, my busy bee. We both know they touched you, you won't leave me worry, will you?" He murmured, resting his head on one of his Holmes' shoulders.

"You do fuss too much, Watson. — Pouted Holmes in reply. — There's no reason to!"

"First of all — listed the doctor — you do adore me when I fuss, and you fuss more than I do." He grinned, laughing at his husband's outraged sounds.

"You don't care for yourself nearly enough!" Was the indignant answer.

"On a second point, you might not be bleeding all over the sitting room, but you are so thin I worry for every hit you tank, for even the slightest glance of a knife. — Continued the doctor, undeterred. — Third point, I love you and a quick check up can be an excellent form of foreplay, don't you think?" He concluded in a low, seductive growl that made Holmes shiver under his hands.

"You are-" Started the detective, pliantly following the pressure of his doctor's large hands.

"Impossible? — Interrupted Watson in reply. — No, that will be you. A rogue? Never met a more rogue-like fellow than you, my dear detective." He teased while pressing soft kisses to his neck. and slowly undoing his waistcoat.

"You are a damned succubus, my doctor." Replied Holmes, his voice already softer as he leaned in his husband's hold.

"And you are not a heartless machine operating only on reason. — Smiled Dr Watson, discarding Holmes' waistcoat. — Before you pretest, you know fully well that you'd accept my offer of a check up if you were."

"And what am I doing, dear doctor?" Chuckled Holmes in reply, turning in his husband's warm hold.

"Being seduced into accepting a check up, dear one." Pointed out Watson before kissing those thin lips he so loved until his husband didn't melt in his arms.

"Don't you agree?" Asked Watson with a roguish smirk as soon as they broke the kiss.

"You're a succubus, I repeat." Smiled Holmes, allowing his doctor to tug his shirt out of his trousers and then open both them and the shirt without further protests.

"I seem to remember a certain someone hinting to me flirting for a case. Something concerning murmuring soft nothings to innocent ladies…" Started Watson again.

"And is this what you're doing? Testing your ability to seduce information out of a man? — Laughed Holmes. — The test is not quite valid I should say." He teased, pointing out their relationship when the doctor enquired as to the reason.

Dr Watson laughed at the answer, leading his detective to the couch and asking him to roll up his sleeves while he picked up the medical bag and smiling as he complied.

The checkup was really quite fast. Replacing a plaster on Holmes' arm where the fight had reopened a small wound he had procured while working on his chemistry, making sure other healing blemishes had not been re-opened, kissing the inner side of those beautiful sinewy arms, all mottled in needle scars, but now whole and smooth. And of course taking care of the scratch the detective had acquired during the case. Because of course the fellow they had arrested had a knife.

"I knew he had touched your skin." Growled Watson as he ghosted his fingers under what was really just a scratch.

"And if my doctor would concede to look a bit closer he'll notice that he barely even broke it." Replied Holmes, pushing himself up on his elbows to glance at his lower abdomen and then blushing to his ears as the doctor bend to place a gentle kiss just above his navel.

"I know, my love. But you know I worry. — Smiled sadly the doctor as he pressed another kiss to his husband's belly. — You dodged it pretty cleanly, still I'll put some iodine tincture and some plaster on it."

The detective let himself fall back down with a soft, fond chuckle. "As you wish, Captain." He purred, then hissed as the Iodine touched him.

Dr Watson apologized, then smirked. "You get into knife fights and don't even flinch when they stab you for good and then you go all rigid for some iodine tincture." He smiled, letting his fingers ghost over the fading scar of an old slash.

"Must be the adrenaline, that hormone you read about a couple of years ago when they isolated it. From the Adrenal Cortex." Mused Holmes with a smile, making his husband chuckle.

"Improving your anatomy, are you not? Well, how could you not, being still an Anatomy yourself my dearest one." He chuckled, moving to leave soft kisses from under Holmes' ribcage all over his abdomen, right down to tease the waistband of his open trousers.

Holmes snickered some more. "If I let you continue we might get to business on the hearthrug and our backs would not thank us for it." He grinned, pushing himself up on his elbows again and laughing as the doctor tried to nibble on his skin.

"You're far too perfect to lie there all pliant and expect me to control myself, little bee. — Smiled Watson. — Still as perfect as you always were, and still as imprudent."

"Maybe getting a bit softer with the years, wouldn't you say?" Smiled the detective as the doctor allowed him to sit up.

"You know I'd love to see that, my dearest." He replied with a smile of his own as he admired his husband move to the sideboard to fill their glasses with some good champagne.

"It was so very good of Mrs Hudson to have us find this here tonight. — Observed the detective. — To your health and another solved case, darling bear." He offered, clinking their glasses softly.

"And to you and to us. — Smiled the doctor, sitting properly on the couch and hugging his partner close. — I love you, Sherlock Holmes, my brilliant little bee." He added, grinning as his husband blushed in the pretty way he always had.

"You're doing it on purpose…" Accused Holmes, snuggling against his doctor's broad chest with a fake pout and a deep blush as he sipped his champagne.

Dr Watson laughed, ruffling his husband's hair and then circling his shoulders. "You love that I do these things on purpose." He pointed out.

At that the detective moved to snuggle even closer. "You know I do." He smiled, basking in the feeling of safety that he only being snuggled on his doctor ever gave him.

This is set in the early 1900s mostly because of the 20+ years you mention in your caption and because i wanted to yap about adrenaline!

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There's generally going to be rooms dedicated to and build for warmth, the living quarters, both for nobles and their servants. This will be the central living tower, or parts of it called a Kemenate (literally 'room with a stove'), the great hall and work spaces around the kitchen. You can put the Kemenate on top of the hall to catch the big fires' and daily living's heat through the wooden floor, but you often can't put wooden stuff on top of the kitchens (that's a fire risk). If you have the money and space, you build a whole separate comfy place for living because you don't have to stay in the most defensible part of the castle all the time. These separate living buildings are also called Kemenate and are often build from wood, cob, brick etc.

People used to wear much more clothes indoors, including while sleeping, and those clothes were much thicker and sturdier than what we largely wear today. Every time you think of how cold those stone walls are, think about everyone wearing a linen shift + two-ish layers of wool on all body parts except hands and head + stockings and shoes + some kind of head-covering. In Ye Old Middle Ages, women are probably wearing a wimple, which is kind of like a modern Hijab in terms of coverage. People wear shifts, socks, and a head-covering to bed.

I think people used to radiators also really underestimate how much a large open fire/tiled stove heats up a room. Also, middle and northern Europe (as well as parts of Northern China) had and to this day have beds and benches build into tiled and cob stoves. Those fuck.

Beds are enclosed so you stay warm in them, either by curtains, in wall niches or with wood. There's also a type of bed that's inside a chest (like a coffin) so you can stuff your stuff inside during the day and put down the lid to use it as a bench. That's also another reason for people to always sleep in groups. Depending on the era, one of the jobs of a lady's maid or a retainer might literally be warming their master's bed. In early times and among servants, people also sleep in large groups in rooms together in general even outside a farming context, often with animals like pet dogs, too, which further warms everything up.

Walls are not bare, cold stone, but covered with a layer of plaster or cob, tiles or wooden panels, sometimes layered, and believe me, this makes such a difference. Source: I lived in a Ye Olde German Farmhouse with 70 cm thick stone walls and flag stone floor and all that converted to modern flats for a while.

On top of that you hang tapestries on the wall, which are not like modern printed cloth but basically wall rugs, sometimes several inches thick, and rugs or rushes (like a light cover of hay) on the floor on top of stone, tile, wooden panelling or a cob floor cover that goes over the heave flag stone. Pillows and blankets on all sitting surfaces, often on top of panelling (in the case of benches build into the stone). The roof of a room is also tiled, panelled or plastered. Upper stories will generally have wooden floors. Stories in a tower heat each other upwards, so the nicer rooms are further up.

The inner stone walls of a castle, even if stone and very thick, will heat up a few degrees in comparison to the outside walls if the castle is continually heated/lived in, and also trap heat inside, and this will make a difference. Inner walls might also be thinner and made of wood, cob or brick. You're defending against the outside, after all.

You put stuff in the windows. Holy shit. Screens of wood, horn, cloth or leather/hide, often treated for extra insulation. Why are these fantasy castles all so drafty.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Rathbone Movies), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Original Characters Additional Tags: Fan Comics, Fanart, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Pining, Public Display of Affection, Golden Age Hollywood, Love Confessions, Not Beta Read, Bad Cinema Etiquette, featuring betty boop, Fourth Wall Break, near the end Summary:

Happy endings aren’t just for the movies!

Dr John Watson and Sherlock Holmes :D

I am reading the ACD Sherlock Holmes stories and wanted to design them as well.