Watson is alone at Baker Street and decides to try out Holmes’ violin, playing a few hesitant notes. Holmes enters the room without Watson noticing and is incredibly turned on by the sight of Watson cradling his beloved instrument. He sneaks up behind him and starts guiding Watson’s hands with his. 

Naturally, sexytimes ensue, but I would love the focus to be on the sensuality of them weaving their hands together to play this sexy, sexy instrument.

I'll give you a baby unicorn if all this is pre-relationship with concomitant UST. Victorian!verse preferred.

So, the other day I visited the Sherlock Holmes Museum. There was no bed in Watson's room. I need an explanation.

"my dear watson i am sorry very to say but your bed has somehow ended up in the bottom of the thames and i'm afraid you'll just have to find a new place to sleep, for example in my bed."