OK well I can confirm there will be a few more chapters in the New Year, so the good news is this isn't the end.

Thank you for all your encouragement, I do quite like Vampire Mister Holmes, he's growing on me.

Normal disclaimers apply.

Chapter 4 - Admissions

Molly woke up a couple of hours later to find herself naked in Sherlock's bed tucked up underneath the covers. She could hear him playing his violin in the front room and stretched out her arms languidly enjoying the pop and ache of her bones and muscles remembering, with a smile, the actions of a few short hours ago.

She soon got up and finding a dressing gown at the bottom of the bed she wrapped herself up in it, turning up the sleeves to make it fit, before wandering into the kitchen. He was stood in the window wearing pyjamas and another, similar, dressing gown.

'Ah, good Molly, you've awoken. Mrs Hudson brought up some food a short while ago if you'd like some,' he pointed to it with the bow of his violin before placing it and his violin back in their stand and wandering over.

As she bent over the tray of food he came up close behind her, not quite touching her. 'I trust you slept well,' he murmured in her ear, his breath sending sudden shudders of lust down her spine.

'Mmmhmmm...yes, I did, thank you.'

He wandered off again, hands behind his back. She pottered into the front room behind him carrying a plate of food to pick at. She glanced at the settee and felt herself blush at the memories it held before curling herself up on John's old chair.

Sherlock sat down opposite her, his elbows on the arms of the chair and his hands meeting in an inverted V under his chin.

'Molly...I find that there are other aspects of my personality and physiology that have changed that we have... errrr somewhat explored but not yet discussed. Prior to my transition into whatever this is,' he waved a hand at himself still refusing to use the term vampire, 'I did not have much need or desire for sex or sexual contact. However, as I'm sure YOU have noticed that appears to have changed quite substantially. I did not want to alarm you but since the incident in the lab I had been experiencing...cravings for physical contact...and not just with anyone...with you. I have always respected you, your intellect, your compassion and though I may never have shown it I have always admired you physically. You appealed to the man in me. However, in the past, I felt that emotions and relationships would be detrimental to my work and therefore buried any attraction I felt towards you. This is something I no longer want to do and I hope you would be open to the idea of exploring a relationship with me, although I will understand if you say no given my current... disadvantages.'

He paused seemingly waiting for an answer from Molly.

Molly was tempted to just say 'eh?' after such a long winded and much winding speech but she knew how hard it was for Sherlock to open up like this. She was shocked however, with his admission that he had had feelings for her previously. He had certainly done a good job at hiding them.

In the end she just smiled at him nodding, 'yes...Sherlock...I would love to explore a relationship with you. You know I would, especially if it entails regular sex like we just had.' She winked at him cheekily and was happy to see a slight blush tinge his cheeks.

'If we are to continue with those kinds of activities you will need to make sure you eat well and take some vitamin supplements to counteract the blood loss. I need to ensure I don't feed from you too often...I..' He faltered all of a sudden, 'I'm assuming, and maybe I shouldn't, that you are comfortable with me taking blood from you?' He looked nervous all of a sudden.

She leant forward placing her hand on his knee, 'hey, look, this is probably as weird for me as it is for you. Someone drinking my blood during sex has never previously been top of my To Do list of sex kinks but for whatever reason I have been desperate for you to do that again since that 'incident' as you called it in the lab. I'm not sure I could bear it if it never happened again.'

'Hmmmm.' Sherlock sank into a kind of reverie.

'What, what is it?' She asked nervously.

'Well, as you know I have been researching...vampires,' he almost spat the word out, 'online. There are various myths and tales, most of them far-fetched and ridiculous based on fictitious books or films...but there are a few which ring true...that match the symptoms I have. One is the binding of a human mate, a kind of sire bond without the vampiric siring. It becomes a symbiotic relationship, one needing blood the other the sexual release that come with the feeding...but Molly, if this is what we have embarked on, I'm worried there may be implications for you, so much of this is unknown to me and I do not want to put you at risk.'

Molly felt her stomach drop, the food in her mouth suddenly tasteless, 'Oh' she wasn't sure what to say.

'We can stop if you want to. Maybe if we don't engage in any further activities any effects or changes will wear off over time, the connection broken...I would cope if I had to...without you.' He suddenly seemed so sad and vulnerable.

She put the plate to one side, and moved over sitting herself on his lap. She cupped his face with her small hand so they were looking into each other's eyes, 'No! I don't want to stop. Whatever this is between us, I want it, I want you. I've always wanted you.' She leant forward and kissed him, a slow, sweet kiss the complete opposite of the manic passion of their previous encounters.

He held her too him as they kissed taking their time exploring each other. It was Molly who slid her tongue into his mouth taking the kiss up a notch, sliding her hands under his top feeling the muscles underneath. She broke to catch her breath and shifted herself on his lap so she was straddling him.

He pushed the dressing gown off her shoulders baring her breasts which he kissed, playing with and teasing each nipple in turn whilst Molly squirmed against him feeling him grow hard for her. He looked up at her smiling and they kissed again taking their time, enjoying just being together.

Eventually Molly couldn't bear it any longer she reached down pushing his pyjamas aside and grasped the length of him, enjoying hearing his groan as she did. She balanced herself on her knees and then slowly slid down onto him until he was fully inside her. She let out a satisfied gasp her head falling back her hair tickling her lower back, the dressing gown long since discarded.

Sherlock moved to kiss her neck, licking and biting lightly but not piercing the skin. This wasn't about the need to feed just the need for them both to feel, to explore being together for no other reason.

Molly rocked against him using his pelvic bone to stimulate her clit at the same time as his cock internally hit her G spot. She could feel herself starting to unravel, moving faster against him.

His hands held her to him one on her backside pressing himself into her deeper and harder, the other holding her breast so he could suck her nipple into his eager mouth. He bit down lightly as he felt her walls starting to pulse around him drawing his own climax from him. As he lent his head onto the back of the chair Molly kissed him again mirroring the slow kiss that had started all this in the first place and he heard himself telling her he loved her, realising as he said it that it was true, it had always been true and always would be. He didn't know how this new life was going to work out but if he had Molly by his side he could face it no matter what.

So, look out for a new chapter in the new year, if you follow you're guaranteed to get an alert...just sayin'.

And to those celebrating have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!