Sherlock angrily shoved you against the door of his apartment. His mouth was on yours in a rough, heated passion. Hands were balled into fists against the wood and bodies pressed were against each other so that every single body part somehow connected heatedly.
This wasn’t like Sherlock. In fact, this was something that Sherlock would never do. It was strange, that he would suddenly become this needy for you and your body. Nevertheless, it was something new and the fact that you were finally acting out the naughty thoughts you thought about Sherlock every single day was a dream come true for you.
Sherlock removed his lips from yours and kissed a trail that led from the corner of your mouth all the way down to your collarbone. Within seconds, Sherlock had found your weak spot and nibbled down on it the second his lips came in contact with it.
You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan, to which he smirked against your skin and nibbled down on it harder.
Sherlock released his mouth from your neck and towered over you. His six foot tall frame made him look somewhat of a giant, as you were in fact quite short.
He was breathless as he stared down at you. His fists were still pressing themselves into the door on either side of your head and his pupils were dilated, so much that they almost turned his eyes completely black.
You stared back up at him with the shyness of a mouse but the neediness and want of lustful virgin.
Without speaking, Sherlock quickly opened his door and shoved you inside. He quickly slammed his mouth onto yours and led you all the way into his bedroom without once breaking the kiss.
When the door to his bedroom was flown open and you were pushed inside, Sherlock pushed you onto his bed and positioned himself on top of you so that his knees were on either side of you.
He stopped for a minute, clearly taking his actions into consideration.
“I - I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Sherlock stammered indecisively, “I’m not supposed to feel like this, this isn’t natural - this isn’t right.”
You instinctively sat up and caressed his shoulders softly.
The words came out of your mouth as a murmur, “Sherlock. Just let it happen.”
You stared up at him with seductive, beady eyes as you softly attached his hands to your hips and pulled him on top of you.
“I know you want it.” you purred. Sherlock groaned lightly under his breath: the sound of your voice in bed suddenly became a major turn-on for him.
You leaned forward and let your lips caress his ear lightly, “Just try it. I promise you won’t regret it…”
Something in Sherlock immediately changed. As he pulled away to look at you, his mouth formed into a charming, devilish-like smile and he let out a low chuckle from the back of his throat.
“Fine.”