♥ Car Rides And Bite Marks ♥
Synopsis: Acacia has been spending more time in the lab as of lately, but when her companion Sherlock Holmes convinces her to come home, What other tricks does the mystery man have up his sleeve?
Acacia had been at the lab for 10 hours. Nye Labs had just come across one of the biggest experimental results in history. A possible cure for cancer. It had meant a great deal to her, to know that there just may be a way to help the people who suffered with something so uncontrollable.
It was quite a personal matter. She had lost her mother to cancer, Breast, to be specific. It’s horrible, that type of pain. But knowing that she could be a difference if the tests proved correct. It was a revelation in her life. Even better, in history. That being said, that type of research took a number on her. It was a lot, and by the end of just the first test, her eyes were half closed, her hands shaking with uneasiness.
A faint ding filed its way through the air, Acacia set down her test tube, thankful for the reasonable distraction. The lab was mostly dark, the light from her screen illuminating half of the room. Acacia’s eyes widened at the time, 10:00 pm.
She swiped up on her phone, put in her 4-digit passcode, and opened the messages app.
| Sherlock: Are you working late?- 9:58|
She sighed, she wanted nothing more than to go home to Sherlock's arms, but she couldn’t. Acacia had to keep working on this cure.
A reply not even a few seconds later, Acacia smiled down at her screen.
|Sherlock: I do hope your hungry. - 10:00|
|Acacia: Always. - 10:02|
“Lovley.” She jumped at the intruding voice, looking around the dark lab. The words, the tone, the accent, was incredibly reconizable.
“Sherlock, you can’t break into the lab this late at night.” Acacia places a stern hand on the labs counter, and one on her head, closing her eyes at the impact.
“Who said I broke in?” Sherlock looks at her like he always does. Analyzing. His eyes roam over her body, leaving Acacia feeling bare. It was like an invasion of privacy, a ripping off of clothes. A close analysis of her life story. It was one thing about him, she could never possibly become accustomed to.
Her eyes drift to the bag of fast food held in a gloved hand. Sherlock smiles, before offering the bag to her. Acacia takes it with a greedy hand, she’s starving, she’s tired, so incredibly exhausted. Sherlock only laughs as she digs through the bag, scoping a couple of fries into her mouth.
Acacia relished in the flavors that wash over her tongue. On anormal occasion, some greasy potatoes would not have such a fantastic taste. But right now? They were the best damn thing she ever tasted.
“Are you coming home?” She pauses at her voice, clearing her throat. Acacia wants to go home, she just can’t.
“No. Sherlock.” He lifts a raised brow at her answer, all while crossing the black counter to reach her. His height is incredibly intimidating, the way he looks down at her. Sherlock never makes her feel little, if anything, it makes her thighs clamp together at the way his voice lowers, his eyes tearing over every curve.
And of course, noticing the way Acacia’s thighs clench. It almost makes him smile right then and there, but he keeps his calm. He has to.
“Your tired, You want to keep working, it gives you a certain type of high that I am all but accustomed to.”
Sherlock grabs her chin gently, pushing it up to make sure her light blue eyes meet his.
“I understand you want to help, but you can't do it properly if you are tired.” He lets her chin fall, leaving her for a few moments to maul over his words. Acacia knew he was right, Sherlock Holmes always is. But it was more of a reality check for her, she could commit a mistake. Mix the wrong chemicals, and accidentally process the wrong paperwork. One slip-up, caused by exhaustion would be the end of this for her.
“Ok. I’ll go home.” Sherlock's smile makes Acacia’s own lips turn upwards.
“Come on.” He grabs the fast-food bag in a hurry, fixing his coat collar. Acacia grabs her things that previously laid scattered around the counter in a hurry and clasps their hands together.
Her car is forgotten in Nye Labs parking lot as they slide into Sherlock’s black Aston Martin. His large hand rest on Acacia’s thigh as he starts up the car, placing his opposite hand on the steering wheel. No matter how tired she is, Acacia can’t stop herself from closing her legs, practically rubbing them together. Sherlock notices, he noticed it the first time it occurred, he notices it now. But he can’t help but toy with her, he likes seeing her so needy.
Acacia clears her throat, mentally and physically preparing herself for the ride home. It would be a short one, but Sherlock would sure find a way to make it feel like forever.
What was supposed to be 10 minutes lasted three hours to Acacia. The constant touches, the “accidental” finger slipping from her thigh to between her legs, the looks. It was a personalized type of torture, tailored to make her squirm. It did what it was designed to do. Once they got from the car, walking up the stairs to the apartment they rented together. The fast-food bag now lay abandoned in the back of the Aston Martin, and so did the thoughts of hunger.
A different type of hunger was now prowling both of their minds. An insatiable desire to be close, to be together, to be connected.
“Bed.” Acacia confirmed. It’s where they went, practically stumbling over eachother to get to the soft comforts of the bedroom. Except what was about the occur would be anything but soft.
Acacia ended up on her back, laying in nothing but lace black panties with her matching bralette. It had been pure chance she had wore something so scandalous to work. Or had it been?
Sherlock pulled off his shirt, displaying the abdominal muscles she couldn’t ignore. Acacia reached out to touch the tone skin, but Sherlock tsks, grabbing a hold of her wrist, pinning them above her head against the mattress. Acacia could feel his fingers biting into her skin, as he looks down at her, tracing the lace of her bralette, following the curve of her breast.
It made her shudder at the way he payed such close attention to those types of areas. The areas other men usually forgot about. His accent broke her out of her thoughts, watching as his eyes roamed her body.
“Give me your permission.” Sherlock's voice has been reduced to pure lust, practically rasping from the need now coating his tongue.
“Always, Sherlock. Always.” It was all he needed. His mouth swept over he body, devouring every curve, every accent, every spot. Sherlocks fingers left no dip untouched either, both his mouth and fingers roaming Acacia’s body, it was almost too much. He resurfaced from his exploring, wearing nothing but slacks, Acacia’s wrist still pinned above her wrist, no signs of him letting go.
The words make Acacia’s legs clamp together in desperate attempt to create friction.
“Giving up power, Mr. Holmes?” His eyes dilate just a bit at the words, his breathing becoming uneven.
“Never.” His fingers dip into the waistline of her panties, exploring the skin before dipping lower. Acacia let out a pent up sigh as a single finger met her folds. Sherlock loved watching her underneath him, watching as she took what he gave her, releasing in every bit of pleasure he sent coursing throughout her veins.
Acacia’s back arched off the bed as he place a single, long finger inside of her.
“Is that an observation?” She asked, almost winded. Sounding more breathless then he would have imagined.
Sherlock smiled down at her, pushing the finger farther into her walls. She let out a gasp, one he let coat his ears. Sherlock Holmes would never forget that sound.
“A fact.” He replied as another finger entered her. His digits pumped in and out, bringing Acacia closer to the edge then ever before. Sherlock lets go over her wrist to removed her panties, placing the other hand just at her clit, pincing the nub. Acacias’s fingers wrap around the blanket, her eyes closing as Sherlock brings to her to the brink.
“Look at me. Look at me!” Acacia’s eyes open, eyeing the tightness in his slacks. His fingers pumping in and out of her, his eyes interlocking with hers.
“Come for me, Acacia. Make a bloody mess on my fingers.” It’s exactly what she did, she came over his fingers, coating the digits in her release. She winces as his fingers slide out of her, but it’s only for a moment. Acacia’s mouth goes wide as Sherlock brings his fingers to his mouth, licking over her release.
“God. You taste incredible.” Acacia feels suddenly empty, her walls clenching on air. Of course, Sherlock notices her cunt clenching around nothing. It only makes him smile boyishly. Their positions are switched in an instant. Acacia stradling him, his slacks and boxers lost somewhere on the floor. She lays against his bare chest, the sides of her legs contacting his ribcage.
She rocks back on his cock, making Sherlock hiss. The reaction only makes Acacia do it again.
“Ride me.” he hisses, his eyes never leaving her own.
“Your wish is my command, Mr.Holmes.” She grabs his shaft, positing the tip at her entrance. She lays against him, pushing her hair to the side, Acacia’s head positioned on his shoulder.
She bucks as his cock enters her, the massive length making her feel the fullness she was missing. Sherlock lets Acacia adjust to the intrusion before he grabs her hips, positioning her up and down his shaft, coating his cock in her arousal. Acacia’s teeth meet his shoulder, biting into the flesh. He hisses at the pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock thrusting into her.
“Fuck, I’m sorry- Are you okay?” She pulls away from his shoulder to look at him, but his face is full of lust, and desire.
“Don’t be. It feels enjoyable.” He says it with hesitation as if he can’t believe he’s into it. It only makes Acacia smile as she returns to the spot at his shoulder, his cock pumping into her. The pleasure too much, Acacia meets Sherlock's own noises with needy moans. One of his hands is placed on her back, guiding her hips as she continues to ride him. His opposite hand goes to the back of her neck, rubbing in soothing circles before it rests in her blonde hair, messing with the curls.
It only adds to the pleasure, and before she can say anything, she flies over the edge. Sherlock's cock still pumping into her. Acacia winces at the sudden feeling of overstimulation, while Sherlock relishes in the feeling of her shaking legs, her wet cunt wrapped around his cock.
“God, I’m coming.” He lets out a string of moans, a few more shaky thrusts before he pulls out, coating the mattress with his release. He releases Acacia, but only to bring her back to his body, snuggling up against each other.
“Your beautiful.” He plants a kiss on her forehead, as she smiles up at him. All while tracing the bitemark on his shoulder.
“You're into pain, Sherlock?” It’s a genuine question.
“Only you and I need to know that information.”
“Interesting.” Acacia murmurs. They both laugh as they settle into eachother. A shower can wait, right now it was just them.
