Here we find Sherlock still in domesticity avoidance mode. Isn't it about time he went home and 'christened' the flat?

Chapter 21 - Hunger

Sherlock was gratified to see how happy Lestrade was to see him. Not that the Detective Inspector had said so in as many words. He's just sat up straighter and made some humorous comment about Sherlock rising from his sick bed and deigning to join them.

'Any good cases? I'm bored.'

'A couple. Are you sure you're not still infectious with whatever it was you had, don't want half my team coming down with it?'

'I'm sure they'll be fine, not that their loss would be noticed much anyway. Now these cases; tell me.'

The first, a brutal beating which had left a middle aged man fighting for his life was solved within a couple of hours but the second looked more promising. It looked like an open and shut case of murder by a man due to inherit everything from the victim but something about the case just made Lestrade uneasy and he willingly asked Sherlock to take a look over the case notes.

Sherlock glanced at his watch and then picked up the file, 'I'll have a look tonight and ring you in the morning.'

Lestrade stood up with him holding out one hand, palm down, 'hang on, that's police property. I can't let you take that off the premises.'

Sherlock rolled his eyes, 'well I'm not staying here any longer. Take it or leave it. I look at it tonight or not all all.'

Greg shook his head in despair, 'bloody hell Sherlock, fine take it. But don't lose it.'

Sherlock raised the file to his head in a mock salute, 'until tomorrow then.'

As he left he realised how happy he had felt being back in this familiar routine. His world recently had narrowed down and been restricted by his vampirism. Maybe it was time to reclaim who he was and what he did. He didn't need to let this affliction stop him from being who he wanted to be.

As if in response his vampiric side made an unwelcome appearance as he realised how hungry he had let himself become. He calculated that he had last had blood when he'd engaged in sex with Molly the night before and even then he had not had enough to fully quench his thirst.

The more he thought about it the worse it seemed to get and he found his walk through the corridors of Scotland Yard increasing in pace as he strove to get outside into the fresh air. The place was in no way as bad as Barts but there seemed to be the faint smell of blood everywhere. A fresh tang lying just under the thin layer of skin of every person he passed.

He kept his head down knowing he was struggling to keep the signs in check, feeling the veins under his eyes starting to ripple and his teeth aching in his gums.

He threw his visitors badge at the receptionist and plunged through the double doors already hailing a cab the moment he felt the air on his face.

'Baker St and make it quick.'

He threw himself into the corner of the cab and wrapped himself in his coat staring out at the passing view as he internally fought with his thirst. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on getting his physical reactions under control. But instead of going to the meditation wing of his mind palace he found himself in Molly's room. It seemed darker than normal and he couldn't find Molly. Just as he felt himself starting to panic he saw her lying naked on her bed...no his bed...in the corner of the room. He felt his mouth run dry and could feel his heart thudding in his chest. The heart that only kept beating because of the stolen blood in his system; blood and Molly and sex it all tumbled together in his mind leaving him breathless and hard as the cab pulled up in front of his flat.

He threw some notes at the driver knowing he had probably tipped him far too much but just not caring. Within moments he was running up the stairs already removing his coat as he did.

He could hear Molly and Mrs Hudson moving around, chatting to each other, the smell of Molly's blood mixing with the coffee they were both drinking.

He entered the room and threw the file from Scotland Yard on the coffee table.

'Mrs Hudson leave...now.'

The two women glanced at him in shock but as soon as Molly's eyes locked with his she couldn't look away.

Mrs Hudson had started to retort with a 'Sherlock...' But she seemed to sense the atmosphere and soon made her way out.

Sherlock was vaguely aware of her talking to them both, commenting that she needed to go out anyway and that she'd come back later but his whole attention was on Molly. He could hear her heart beat; could almost see the blood pumping through her veins. There was another scent as well starting to catch his attention; the scent of her arousal. It made his mouth water.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly felt like a rabbit caught in a set of head lights or a deer in the gaze of a wolf. The moment she had seen Sherlock she had known what he wanted and she felt a warm ache of lust pulse straight to her core. She was glad that Mrs Hudson had taken the hint and left because by the look of Sherlock he may well have carried on regardless of his landlady's presence.

Sherlock strode towards her and she had to resist the urge to back away.

'Do you trust me Molly?'

She nodded her head mutely not trusting herself to be able to speak.

'Do you want me?'

This time she managed a breathy, 'always.'

By now he was stood in front of her and with both hands he tore her shirt right off her throwing the tatters to one side as his eyes devoured her almost naked chest.

She quickly moved to unhook her bra before he could rip that from her body as well and then he was on her; his hand wrapping around her back pulling her too him as he kissed her. She held on to his jacket for balance as she felt him starting to tip her backwards with the force of his kiss. She could feel his teeth fully extended in his mouth and wickedly sharp as her tongue fought with his.

She couldn't help the moan of desire that buzzed through her body at the feel of him pressing himself against her.

Within seconds he had stripped her of her trousers and pushed her down onto the kitchen table. His mouth travelled down her neck and to her breasts and she cried out as he sank his teeth into the vein above her nipple feeling a surge of arousal which had her tempted to touch herself if he didn't.

It was then that she felt his hand slide down over her stomach his fingers playing with her curls before he plunged them into her hot and needy cunt. She knew she was repeating herself over and over as she begged him to fuck her, crying out to him for satisfaction. Just as her muscles started to convulse around his fingers he withdrew and slid her further up the table so he could bend over her and use his mouth on her.

The second she felt his teeth scrape over her clit she started to come. She could feel his tongue inside her and heard a growl come from deep in his chest as he gripped her hips. By the time he'd finished licking and biting she was desperate to feel him inside her. She tugged on his hair until she forced his head up seeing her juices mixed with her blood around his mouth; his eyes black with the veins pulsing in time with his heart.

He saw the look in her eyes and responded to it with a slow smile. He stood up before her and removed his jacket and then his shirt. She drank in the sight of his naked chest aching to feel him over her once more.

His hands moved to his trousers and he slid his palm over the erection that she could clearly see bulging through the dark material.

Her mouth watered and she didn't know quite where she wanted him to fuck her, in her mouth or in her cunt. She wanted him everywhere.

'Oh God, please...Sherlock...please.'

He unfastened his trousers and pushed them open then he took hold of his cock and started to masturbate in front of her. She couldn't bear it any longer and she sat up reaching for him, pulling him down so she could hook her legs around his hips driving her own up to him.

He stroked himself one last time and then at the same time as his lips claimed hers he pushed into her hard and fast swallowing her cry of surprise.

He didn't take it either slow or gentle this time. He hooked his elbows behind her knees to lift her legs higher, opening her up to him so he could drive deeper. Molly had no sense of time or place the only thing she was aware of was him and her need for him. She could feel herself starting to climax again and she bit down on his shoulder wanting his blood.

At the first taste she came. White light seemed to blaze behind her eyelids as she cried out for more. She could hear him saying such deliciously dirty things to her how he would fuck her for eternity, how he would come in her cunt, her ass and her mouth over and over again. He seemed to be driven and desperately chasing his own climax.

Her hands moved to his ass pulling him into her, her nails biting into his skin making him shudder and once more his mouth moved to her throat. His teeth scraping her artery. She lengthened her neck tilting her head wanting to feel him and as he bit down she moved her own mouth back to where she had bitten him, wanting to feel what he could feel, experience what he was experiencing. It was a heady mix tasting his blood and feeling his orgasm hit him. He grunted with effort as he gave one final thrust as his come pulsed into her leaving her feeling bruised and exhausted.

As they held each other trying to get their breath back, Sherlock stood and lifted Molly easily. He carried her through to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed before kicking off his shoes and crawling next to her. She had vague memories of him pulling a blanket over the two of them before she fell into a dream filled with images of him.

Well...I mean we've gotta have a bit of hot, vampire sex haven't we! I think he makes a damned sexy vampire, I'd love to see it on screen. Maybe another drug-fuelled fantasy Moftiss? Please.