She smiled at the thought of him hearing her climactic scream regularly, and her hearing that groan in turn. What exactly "regularly" would wind up being remained to be seen, but it was still a wonderful thought, knowing that such pleasure and intimacy awaited her...them...in abundance.

She snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder, her body pressed against his. It felt warm and loving and safe. She hummed a little at the mention of Sherlock. "We'll need to get our own place, sooner rather than later." She chuckled a little, brushing her fingertips along his chest. "A love nest."

At his question, she nodded. "Please. I've been wanting to sleep with you for a long time." She remembered what she thought of while he was inside of her, and she tapped his chest lightly. "But I need to tell you about Moriarty before we fall asleep. It's important." As much as she would love just drifting off in that warm, loving safety.