Lust flew in threw the window of 221 B Baker Street and walked quietly up to the bedroom of John Watson. He walked threw the door and up next to the bed pausing an inch away from the bed. He took some red sand from his bag and sprinkled it on John. Erotic images of Sherlock Holmes appeared above the sleeping blondes head. Lust chuckled softly, "what am I ta do wit' ye, john?" He said softly, he turned to leave only to come face to barrel with a gun in the hands of Sherlock Holmes "who are you and how on earth did you get into my flat?" Sherlock asked in what lust thought was the most orgasmic voice he had ever heard. Lust put a finger to his lips and motioned for Sherlock to follow him down stairs. At which he did
"I will ask you again, who are you?" Sherlock repeated. Lust bowed dramatically "I am lust, bringer of erotic dreams, spreader of love, and father of Cupid.. I mean no harm to your blogger, only giving him a peaceful dream" lust replied truthfully. "Well 'lust' what exactly does john dream about?" Sherlock asked, lust just smiled and kissed his forehead. "That is not for me to tell Sherlock... Have a good night, I hope to see you again" lust said as a tunnel opened "did someone ask for hope?" Bunny asked, "I did love!" Lust replied jumping in the tunnel.
Sherlock watched in awe as the tunnel closed leaving a pink, white, and red daisy behind. He could not believe his eyes, he just saw the Easter bunny... "Ha! Mycroft was wrong! He does exist!" He exclaimed. "Pipe down Sherlock! People are trying to sleep..." Said a sleepy john as he walked down the stairs. Sherlock walked up to john and kissed him roughly. This surprised john but he did not hesitate to kiss back.
Lust and bunny watch from the window at the two love birds, both smiling. "C'mon mate, let's head home before snowflake gets bored. And with that, they left
The End