Love Bites

Everytime I come near Sherlock Holmes, he bites me.

When I sit beside him on the couch, he bites me.

When I stand beside him, he bites me.

When I stand behind him, he suddenly turns around, grab me by my shoulders and bite me.

Why?

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One evening, I found Sherlock Holmes sitting in front of the television. He was watching – if you can call the shouting and the 'criticisms' that way – telly because he was bored and he's got nothing to do and Lestrade has not called us for any new and mind-boggling cases. 

I quietly sat beside him on the long couch with a cup of tea in my hand.

I looked at him.

“Hello.” I greeted.

“Hi.” He greeted back without looking at me. His deep and baritone voice sounded so bored...

“Want some?” I lifted my cup to show it to him.

He shook his head, “Nope, thank you.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

I sipped my tea, focusing my attention back to the program that we were watching...

When suddenly, I felt Sherlock's long fingers thread with mine. I looked at him and he did the same. We both smiled and I squeezed his hand once I felt that it was already properly intertwined with mine. He brushed the back of my hand with his thumb.

How nice... 

Next thing I knew, his head was already resting on my shoulders. His hand was tightly wrapped around mine and I felt his warmth all over my body.

I felt the need to kiss his hair... and I did.

We continued watching the program. This time, Sherlock was silent. He didn't say any rude things to the actors anymore. I smiled. 

Moments later, I felt my hands being lifted up. I looked down at Sherlock and I realized that he was carrying it close to his mouth.

He was gonna bite me. I know it.

And he did. I bit my lower lip as I felt his teeth sink into my flesh.

Why does he always do that?

He started to nibble, bite and lick.

I wonder why he does this thing...

“Sherlock,” I called.

Sherlock suddenly sat up, his face was inches away from mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. He quirked a brow. “What is it, John?”

“Why do you always do this?” I asked. I don't really want to, but I had to. The biting really made me curious for some reason.

“Because I'm a vampire.” Sherlock answers directly without breaking eye contact.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Was he serious? Was that really his proper answer?

Oh, well. It was Sherlock Holmes after all. Nobody knows what goes on inside his funny little head, I thought and just shrugged.

I laughed and ruffled his curls, “Whatever you say, Sherlock Holmes. Whatever you say...”

He smiled as his head went down to my collarbones. He started biting again.

“Sherlock...”

“Hmm...”

“Stop that. It tickles.”

Sherlock lifted his head and immediately planted a kiss on my slightly parted lips.

“I'm a vampire, remember?”

Kiss.

“And you're my prey...”

Kiss.

"Because you're delicious." 

Kiss.

“And I love you.” 

Kiss.

“I love you, too.” I said in an almost breathy whisper. 

“I love you more.” He spoke against my lips.

“I love you most.” I replied.

He rolled his eyeballs and bit my lower lip.

He really hated it when he didn't have the last word.

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