TWISTED

So this isn't exactly new. I wrote it last week, I believe and posted it on Tumblr but I felt like I should put in a place. It's turning into a bit of a series. There is two so far. This one and another and then there's one I'm working on right now that probably will be posted in the near future. Anyways. I hope you enjoy and you'll see the next one soon…I think. Please tell me what you think, yeah?

Much love,

Day

P.S. Yes, this is genderswap. It's a new thing that I kind of started doing and I think I like it so far. ;D

It was probably something out of one of his more twisted fantasies that came late at night when he was lying on the carpet in his flat with his small ginger tabby somewhere not too far away in the vicinity. It was the shock talking, probably, he thought as he did his best to keep up with the pale goddess that others always thought was a bit strange. He, Marc (Marcus to his family that was left) Hooper hands flitted with the tumble of dark matted curls that came tumbling down from his counterpart; his detective.

She was merely as quick as that brilliant mind that worked through millions of deductions, spewing them out at Godspeed. However here he found something almost delicate about her as she made quick work of his buttons that covered his arms.

It had all started after he saved her life. It was the usual Saturday in the morgue or lab as they had certainly moved from the fridge gallows of their home away from home. Sherly had been too preoccupied with flitting through images and thoughts in her mind to realize that the concoction she had just started on the Bunsen burner was bubbling a bit too much, combined with the smoke. Marc, who had been trying and failing several times to get his attention and warn him had cursed under his breath and lunged at him three seconds before the whole thing blew up.

Luckily for Marc, he had managed to get himself and the detective away from the fumes. Landing them in a rather scandalous position if there was anyone around to see it. His cheeks pinked a little as Sherly sat up a bit, being kind for the moment and nudging him off of her chest so that she could gather her bearings. There was a moment where they just stared at each other. Sherly, with her messy curls coming down from the pins that she usually had it in and Marc looking around nervously obviously unsure what to do now.

Sherly interrupted any of her pathologist's negative thoughts at the notion of even touching her. She knew that he knew that she abhorred human contact but he was quite unaware of the fact that he felt a slight tinker in his skin at the feel of his hands gripping her as he shoved them both down and out of harm's way. "You saved my life."

"Well…" Marc cleared his throat trying not to make a big deal of anything. "You were in your head…and I thought it was better if you didn't die or burn…in my presence."

Marc had been too busy fiddling with his thumbs to realize that Sherly had scooted over to him until she was right next to him, propping his face up with one of her slender hands, smiling at him with a genuine smile on his face. "Thanks, Dr. Hooper." She moved forward and pressed her lips softly against his eliciting a deep gasp to pull from Marc as he tried to stop his head from spinning from what was happening.

It wasn't enough that she was kissing him, but then she drew her hands in his brown locks pulling him closer to her, nipping at his lower lip and sucking her into him. He couldn't help but be reminded of a succubus. However, Sherly Holmes was also drawing his breath away. Not just by kissing him the first time.

They had moved from that once Marc had gotten a hold of himself and reciprocated the movement of his lips pressing back against hers and twiddling a few strands of her hair that had fallen from the pins. They were softer than he imagined.

Buttons started to unclasp, and bare flesh came to surface and soon there was Sherly on top of a fully erect Hooper. Everything was rather simple after that. Sherly straddled him making sure he was able to feel every curve of her succulent pale flesh against his, marking Marc's skin with nips and scratches as she rode him into oblivion and out into the promise land again and again until the only thing that left in the air was a chorus of profanities and words that one was only supposed to associate with the holy man upstairs, however there was nothing holy about a good fuck on the floor of the lab.

She did tell him again while they were getting dressed hurriedly as his phone had went off some time after they had finished off another round, with Sherly being taken against the wall by a seemingly more in control Marc Hooper. "Thank you, Doctor. Perhaps I'll find another reason to thank you."

"Perhaps." Marc face reddened a bit as he felt the aggressive tongue of his detective as she kissed him one last time before heading off in a flurry of loose curls and her form fitting coat.