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John and Mary finally convinced Lilith to take Mrs. Hudson up on her offer of 221C. Much to the chagrin of Sherlock, the move-in of Lilith and the assembly of IKEA furniture began.
"I hate this!" Lilith screamed, throwing the allen wrench across the room. "John, this is your job." She waved her arms towards a partially assembled chair.
"Aren't you supposed to be all empowered and doing things for yourself as a feminist?" he grumbled under his breath. She just shot him a look.
"I'd have Mary do it, but she's busy all being an incubator," she said snidely. "Plus, its not like I asked your penis to build it. You run around fighting crime, you're supposed to be able to at least use a screwdriver better than lil' old me."
It took two days before she was fully settled in and John and Mary could go back to their home in a state of blissful peace. Lilith invited them to a local pub to repay them for their efforts, and even invited Sherlock to appease John.
Sherlock had already gone through Lilith's things by the time they were supposed to go out. Her day job made it easy for him to sneak into the apartment and rifle through her drawers.
He didn't find anything interesting, only a bathroom wallpapered in artsy pornography, a box of sex toys, and a small Ziploc bag filled with rather potent marijuana. He stole a few rolling papers for future cigarettes and was on his way before she came home.
The club was dull. Couples grinded on the dance floor, and no matter how much he loved to dance, he wouldn't engage in that piss poor excuse for dancing. Lilith invited Lestrade out with them, Molly and Tom too.
Sherlock was wedged between John and Mary and Molly. She chattered endlessly about something he didn't care about while Tom looked absolutely doting. Lilith drug Garth, or whatever his name was, Lestrade off to the dance floor some time ago. Sherlock was bored. He didn't have anyone to fight with.
"Where have Greg and Lil gone?" Mary asked John loudly over the music as he handed her a soda carefully. John looked at his watch and shrugged. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"I know exactly where they've gone," Sherlock grumbled, as he pulled on his suit jacket and got up from the table. His blue-green eyes flashed angrily as he walked swiftly through the back hall and entered the men's bathroom.
"What was that about?" Mary whispered, her eyes following Sherlock down the hall.
"I have no idea, but I've got a bad feeling about it. I know that look."
Sherlock squatted down to gaze at the feet in the stalls. One red stiletto. And two men's shoes facing the direction of a stall wall. Sherlock kicked the third stall door open to see Lestrade and Lilith.
Lilith had one slender leg wrapped around Lestrade's waist, holding up his pants, no doubt. Her head was tossed back against the wall and her half leather, half jersey skirt was hitched up on her waist. Rose tattoos, I was right, Sherlock thought. The tattoos covered the outer part of her thigh and crept along her hip, probably along her backside and stomach as well.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here!" Lestrade shouted, letting Lilith to the ground. His face was smeared with her blood red lipstick.
"Well, it was a good start, Greg, but I'm fucking done. I'm outtie," Lilith growled, grabbing her purse off the hook on the back of the stall door. She stormed out of the bathroom, stopping to slam a 100 pound note on the table, but not stopping to grab her coat from her sister's table. She continued to tug down her skirt as she flung the door to the bar open and hailed a cab.
"What the hell was going on there?" John stood up, accusing Sherlock, who ignored him and left the bar as well. Greg cleared his throat. "Greg?"
"Uh... Sherlock kinda caught me and Lil..."
"Jesus, mate." John slid back into his chair.
"Hey, in my defence, she started it, she just pulled me in there... and..." Greg was blushing furiously. He felt like a schoolboy who had been caught wanking. That was quite near the case. Mary burst out laughing.
"Of course she did! That's what she does." Mary added quickly when she saw the look of horror on his face, "She hasn't done it lately though, she just broke up with a girlfriend, she just got back in the dating pool."
"Girlfriend..." Now it was Greg's turn to sink back into a chair.
"Yeah, I take it she didn't tell you, she's bisexual?" This drew a groan from Greg.
"That's so hot."
Lilith poured herself a cup of tea, even though she was fuming. She hated that John had recommended this apartment. It meant she had to live in close proximity to the man that had ruined the one night she had a chance at getting laid. Good lord, it had been two months of just her and various vibrators and Lord knows that was getting old. It's not as though she heard from Anthea ever again.
She could hear the knob turning. It was probably Mary, come to check on her to make sure everything was alright. She strode into the living room to find Sherlock, with his infuriating face and tight purple shirt and black pants waiting for her.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Aren't you going to ask how I got in?" he asked, smile playing on his lips.
"No. Now get out."
"No." His face turned deadly serious. "Do you know why I followed you and Lestrade into the bathroom?"
"Because, you're obnoxious. Now get out."
"No," said Sherlock slowly. "Because I'm obsessed with you." He took a step forward. Lilith took a step back. "Ever since I heard you reading poetry, I realized, you weren't what you seemed. And I knew.... I knew..." The look in his eyes was predatory.
"Knew what, that you would ruin all of my relationships before they even started? You have no right you know! No right to be in my apartment, no right to follow me around, like... like, a lovesick child!" Her voice was growing shrill. "Get out!" She screamed. Sherlock took another step forward and she took another step back, her fingertips, brushing against the small end table that held a vase of flowers. With a lightning fast motion, she took the vase and threw it at the ground beside him.
"No..." he whispered, now face to face with her. "I think you know too. Know that you desire me, just as I want you..." He crushed his lips to hers, taking her in his arms and lifting her onto the end table.
Her hands found his hair and tugged gently, pulling his mouth away from hers. She kissed down the long, white column of his neck to the hollow in between his collarbones, licking and sucking the heart beat that pulsed there. He groaned and untucked his shirt, while Lilith made quick work of the buttons. Her skirt was hiked up around her hips, with the lace panties she wore earlier that evening discarded in the lavatory of the pub. The end table thudded against the wall as Sherlock bucked his hips against hers at the sight of her neatly trimmed, but unshaved pubic hair.
Lilith unzipped his pants and pulled him out of his trousers, stroking him hard a few times. The gasp emitted was guttural and animalistic as he slickened his length with her wetness before thrusting completely inside of her. She cried out, throwing her head back, and Sherlock took the opportunity bury his head in the crook of her neck, licking, sucking, biting.
"I'm obsessed with you, don't you see?" He panted as he thrust into her, the end table continuing to knock against the wall. "You're like a drug, from that damn lipstick to the tattoos covering your thighs..."
"God, shut up and fuck me, Sheerrlock!" she gasped as he quickened his pace to a punishing, almost bruising speed. "God, yes, like that, I'll come! If you stop, I'll kill you" she cried out, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck and drawing her nails down his back. She shuddered violently as she came around his cock and drew him in deeper, linking her ankles together around his waist.
Sherlock thrust into her hard a few more times before emptying himself into her cunt. He bent his head down to kiss her large, exposed breasts. He didn't remember taking her top off, but he must have.
Lilith hopped off the end table, pulling her skirt off in the process. She was completely naked in front of him for the first time, and he could see the semen, his semen glistening on the insides of her thighs as she retrieved her previously discarded cup of tea.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'm assuming since you let yourself in, you can show yourself out," she called back to him casually.
John and Mary walked half way back to 221 B/C Baker Street before they needed to hail a cab for a tired Mary. John started to protest, but was cut off by Mary.
"She's my only living relative, I've gotta at least make sure she hasn't thrown herself in front of a car," Mary laughed. "Sherlock will probably drive her insane enough to do that you know... If he keeps this up."
Mrs. Hudson was on the landing with a pot in hand.
"John! John! Thank goodness you're here! Your sister isn't here, but I heard screaming and glass smash in the apartment... I think we've had a break in!" The old woman brandished the pot like a weapon and pointed at the slightly open door of 221C.
"Oh, god, Mary, Mrs. Hudson, you stay here," John warned, taking the pot from Mrs. Hudson as protection. He knew he should have brought his gun coming to Sherlock's flat. He tiptoed towards the door, examining the frame. It didn't look like forced entry.
John flung the door open to see Lilith with her head thrown back and mouth in an "O" shape with Sherlock in between her bare legs. His shirt was clearly open, and his head buried in her neck. There was glass on the floor.
John quickly closed the door.
"Yeah, its fine. Don't worry Mrs. Hudson. But don't go in there, okay?" Grabbing Mary by the hand, he drug her out the door.
"Wot! Wot was that?" Mary was now laughing at his facial expression.
"I am going to say this once, and I am never going to repeat it. Ever. Its going to be erased from my memory."
"What could have been so bad!" Mary's smile was fading; worry beginning to show on her face.
"I just walked in on Lilith and Sherlock fucking." Mary clapped her hand to her mouth, trying (and failing) to stifle her laughter.