When Sherlock tilts his head, she takes that as an invitation and starts to trace a path of kisses up his neck to the underside of his jaw where she scrapes her teeth lightly before soothing it with her tongue. He tastes smoky and spicy like she always imagined. Her own senses are on overdrive and the dull ache between her legs that she's been trying to ignore since the night before, becomes a persistent throb.