Thank you for all your comments, it makes me happy that so many of you are on board with this even with the supernatural/VampireLock! element. I think Sherlock would make a fantastically sexy vampire...ooh I'm having a hot flush just thinking about it!

Anyway, the most important thing is that Lil liked it. So, here's the second and last chapter...enjoy xx

Chapter 2

Molly felt disorientated and confused. She was kissing Sherlock and yet she wasn't overly sure how that had even happened. She remembered falling asleep in his bed; the overwhelming tiredness dragging her under even as she wanted to relish the experience of being in his room and in his bed.

She had never anticipated that he would have been so kind to her after that awful time spent with her manager and personnel, let alone bringing her back to his flat and letting her sleep in his bed. But now she had woken to find him leaning over her with such a blatant look of unadulterated lust in his eyes and she hadn't been able to help herself. It was as though she was still in her dream...a dream where she had been seeing Sherlock on every corner of every street but she hadn't been able to reach him. She had felt a desperate, aching need to hold him but he was always just out of reach; just as he always seemed to be in real life, but not any more. No, now he was lying his body onto hers as her hands tangled in his hair and her tongue vied with his.

She had long imagined what it would be like to kiss him and it felt like a cliche to say the reality was better than she had ever dreamt but it was. His mouth moved in perfect synchronicity with her own and he tasted divine. She felt she could live to the end of her days off this kiss alone but she couldn't help being greedy and wanting more.

As he shifted over her she moved with him and brought her hands down to his back where she clawed and pulled at his shirt; needing to feel his skin under her touch. As her hand slid over his flesh he seemed to shiver and he broke away from her eager mouth causing her heart to sink as she briefly wondered if he would retreat from her, removing himself as he realised his mistake.

Instead he let out a low moan and let his mouth kiss slowly along her jaw and his own hand moved to knead and caress her breast through the material of his own pyjamas. It had felt so erotic putting them on and now all she wanted was for him to remove them.

He nuzzled his nose against her throat and took a deep inhaling breath before kissing her carotid artery. Molly closed her eyes and bit her lip feeling her muscles clenching in her core, knowing she needed him; wanting him completely.

By now he was resting between her thighs and she could feel his hips starting to rock against her, pressing the obvious evidence of his own arousal against her. She could feel herself reacting to his every touch and even though she had always had a rule to never sleep with a guy on a first date she knew she would have sex with Sherlock now if he wanted it. She had been in love with him for so long and even if they only had this one night she would take it...take it and cherish it for the rest of her life.

His kisses on her neck were now open mouthed and she could feel his tongue working at her skin, his teeth scraping deliciously sending shivers through her body. She almost felt as though she wanted him to bite her and she arched her head away so as to extend the length of her neck. She was vaguely aware how strangely kinky that thought was but she was acting purely on instinct and all her instincts were telling her she wanted his teeth in her as much as his cock.

He suddenly pulled back from her throat, breathing heavily, and she could see the confusion on his face and he squeezed his eyes shut as though he was in some pain or difficulty.

She brought her hand to his cheek, wanting to comfort him and yet hoping beyond hope that he wasn't having second thoughts.

'Are you OK?'

Even though her voice was barely a whisper it sounded loud in the darkened room where no words had really been spoken.

He opened his eyes and looked at her and she felt her heart flip flop at seeing those familiar blue green eyes looking at her. They seemed, in the muted greys of the room, to have a ring of silver around the pupils giving him an almost ethereal appearance.

He seemed to be making some kind of decision.

Finally he spoke. 'Molly, what if I'm not everything you think I am? Would you still want me?'

Those words seemed so similar to the words he'd said all those years ago before she'd helped him fake his own death and her decision was as clear now as it was then.

'Yes, God yes. Sherlock, I will always want you.'

She saw him swallow and pause as he absorbed her answer and then he was kissing her again and this time it seemed just that tad more frenzied and passionate and she gave as good as she got as her hands busied themselves with his shirt buttons.

They broke off just long enough for him to pull the t shirt she was wearing up and over her head and then his mouth was on her breast and Molly let herself really believe that this was happening. She couldn't help but moan and mewl with every bite of his teeth and swipe of his tongue over her painfully hard nipples. His hands seemed to cover large portions of her body and everywhere he touched caused her to feel more and more aroused until she was squirming beneath him begging him for more.

Finally he moved down her body and she gasped as she realised what his intentions were. His hands pulled the waistband of the pyjamas down her hips until it was just skimming the top of her pubic hair and Sherlock gradually kissed and sucked his way across from one hip to the other.

Molly couldn't help but sink her hands into his curls, feeling how silky soft his hair was. She lightly pulled a couple of times and chuckled at his responding growl. She loved realising that he was as affected by her as she was by him.

Once again both on her breasts and at her hip she felt the scrape of his teeth and each time she shuddered with a swell of desire which she knew was making her wet for him. It was a strange feeling, one she had never experienced before but she was too caught up in the moment to give it too much thought.

Slowly he pulled the pyjamas down her legs before throwing them onto the floor. Then he sat back on his heels, wearing just his trousers, looking down at her naked, exposed body. She should have felt embarrassed but she didn't. His eyes seemed even more silver as she looked up at him and seemed to almost shine in the darkness. She told herself it was just a reflection of the moonlight but rather than making him look strange it just made him more attractive, helping to emphasise that other worldliness that he sometimes seemed to exude.

Molly found herself reaching for him, needing him close and he obliged her but not by leaning in for a kiss but rather to settle himself between her thighs with his mouth and tongue quickly burying themselves in her quim.

Her reaction was instant, her hands knitting back into his hair as her hips lifted off the bed in a bid to reach her release.

He held her down with one hand as he sucked on her swollen, sensitive clit before again plunging his tongue into her. She knew she must be almost dripping with need by now but he seemed to just drink it in, the wet sounds driving her mad as she chased her climax, knowing it wouldn't be long.

He seemed to know just what to do to give her the most pleasure and within seconds she was crying out his name as the most mind-bending sensations washed over her body taking any conscious thought with them.

By the time she finally opened her eyes Sherlock was knelt between her legs wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He smiled as he saw her staring at him. 'Christ Molly you taste amazing, I should have done that years ago.'

He ruffled his hands through his hair and Molly sat up placing her hands on his thighs, feeling his slim muscular legs through the expensive material of his black trousers. Slowly she slid her hands up towards his crotch where the material was straining against his obvious erection.

As she started to undo the fastenings at his waist he placed his hand over hers effectively stopping her and making her glance up at him questioningly.

She was struck anew by the strange colour of his eyes. They were definitely changed from their normal shade. She knelt up herself and placed her hand onto his cheek as she looked into them. In return he closed his eyes and turned his head away; a sad look washing over his face.

'Molly...I need to be clear with you. I...I'm not what you think I am. We shouldn't...dammit...'

It was strange. Molly seemed to implicitly know that there was something 'different' about Sherlock. He wasn't like other people, but then he never had been. She had always known he was unlike other men but this went deeper than that. The important thing was that she didn't care, she never had, she loved him regardless. There was nothing he could ever tell her that would change that.

So that was what she told him.

'You don't need to tell me what you are...if it's easier just show me.'

Slowly he turned back to face her and after closing his eyes again for a second or two he opened them and then pulled his lips back from his teeth.

The first thing she saw was the perfect silver of his irises glowing in the moonlight and the second was the extended length of his incisors which ended in wickedly sharp points.

Part of her brain told her that this made no sense, that it wasn't biologically possible. In all her time as a pathologist she had never seen anything even remotely similar. But it was as if her soul was linked to his and it removed any feeling of fear or doubt, all she felt was love and desire and so she acted purely on that. Leaning forwards, with her hands on his chest, she kissed him.

It took a moment or two but then his mouth opened to hers and she felt his rigid stance start to relax as the kiss overwhelmed both of them.

It was Molly who let her tongue enter his mouth testing the sharpness of his teeth and tasting her own blood as the kiss tipped them both over the edge into a frenzied kind of passion.

Sherlock moved them both so that Molly was once again lying on the bed with the welcome weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She once again moved her hands to his trousers struggling to release his erection and this time he didn't try to stop her. She had never needed anyone or anything as much as she now needed Sherlock, she could feel her inner muscles spasming and aching with need as lust flooded through her.

Within seconds he was pressed against her entrance and as he pushed into her she broke off from kissing him to let out a low guttural moan. 'F..fuck...Sherlock that feels...oh God...that feels so good.'

His lips had moved to her neck and as he started to move within her she could feel him sucking at the skin of her throat and she once again had an overwhelming desire to feel his teeth entering her skin. She instinctively turned her head, extending her neck and she could hear herself starting to beg him for more...'please...God...please...'

He reached for her hands, linking them with his own and pushing them up above her head. Briefly he looked into her eyes as though needing to see visible confirmation that she wanted this...truly wanted it and then he dipped his head back to her neck as he resumed his relentless thrusting.

Then she felt it, the sharp burst of pain as his teeth sliced into her skin and then into her artery. Instead of pulling her out of the moment though the pain seemed to intensify her pleasure and as she felt the first suck of her blood into his mouth her orgasm hit her like a freight train. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and all she could do was give into the feelings. She knew she was crying out incoherently, her nails digging into the backs of his hands where he held her firm.

His movements were becoming more fractured and harsher as he chased his own release but she knew the moment he came. She seemed to feel what he felt and it extended her own climax in a way she would never have thought possible.

Finally he released her hands and they held each other as he sagged against her, both of them trying to catch their breath and come to terms with what had just happened.

Molly knew, without words, that something fundamental had changed between them. They were no longer separate. She was no longer just Molly Hooper, she was part Sherlock Holmes as well and always would be. It was as though they had just forged a deep spiritual link or tether but even that didn't explain it...she wasn't sure that there were even words in the English language that adequately described it but she knew and she accepted it...welcomed it. They would never be alone again.

It was a good forty eight hours before anyone saw either Molly or Sherlock again, the two of them barely left the bed, and when they finally did it was obvious to everyone that they shared an unbreakable passion and a bond for each other. No one was ever in any doubt ever again that they should not mess with Molly's detective or Sherlock Holmes' pathologist!

Looks like they'll be having sexy times for many decades and centuries to come. I hope you enjoyed it...let me know, keep my muse happy xx