You were sent on a investigation with your work partner. Sherlock rented out a hotel room for a week so you and him have to stay together in one room. This was a mission in another country, hence the hotel factor.

You were looking out the window, it was nighttime and the city lights shone bright. You hear the shower stop for a moment, probably Sherlock. Suddenly you feels a pair of hands on your waist and a deep voice whispering... "...Damn the work outfit fits you nice"