The little noises she makes are so expressive. Even in this unsteady state he can't help but catalogue each one, taking them in almost greedily.

She's started on the front of his shirt again, and before he can think twice about it he's tugging the hem of her jumper upwards with both hands. They're both a bit slower with one another this time, touches lingering instead of frantic.

And this time Sherlock knows what he wants, has some idea of what this can be like. The conviction makes him lean down and almost purr in her ear once he's peeled her jumper off.

"Hands, this time."