New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

Since that conversation between you and Sherlock in the lab, he seems to have calmed down, and he hasn't acted strangely towards you anymore.The whole person became alienated again.

But when he came back recently, he was always full of dust and dust. Every time he hung his coat casually on the hanger, the hem was slightly damp and dripping, and even the corners of his eyes and brows were cold.

On the third day, you hit the exact moment when he was coming back to Baker Street.Looking at his increasingly thin face, you frowned.

Before he could utter any doubts, he walked over quickly, held your face in his arms and kissed you.

???

"What are you doing...?!" You covered your cheeks, not knowing what he meant.

He looked at your slightly flushed cheeks due to overreaction, his eyes quickly scanned from beginning to end, and for the first time, he didn't express a sharp and harsh opinion on your current little dinosaur pajamas.

That's right, you purposely bought a set of (it was supposed to be children's clothing but I don't know why) all the rage dinosaur pajamas to wear at home.Because it's a conjoined body, you have to take off all your clothes when you go to the bathroom.

Oh... and the tail.

You watch his eyes move to your tail.

The emotion called shame is rising, and you just want to dig a hole and hide now.

God, why is Sherlock running back now?Didn't you come back at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night before?

At a loss, you stroked the hair that fell on your shoulders.

But fortunately, Sherlock closed the microphone this time, and just said to you: "The serial murder case on East Houston Street, what a simple criminal psychology, thanks to Lestrade, he still has to think hard!"

His usual indifferent expression was quietly withdrawn from his face, and instead brought a kind of violent ecstasy.

You have also heard a little about that nonsensical serial... murder case.Rather than "happened on East Houston Street," it should be more accurate to say that the murder started on East Houston Street.

It's passion (ji) killing people. The No.1 victim's network has no evidence at all that he has any enemies or anything. Lestrade even visited his neighbors and agreed that he is a good person... He was also an organ donor.

As Sherlock's roommate, you're often "forced" to hear the brutal content of these cases.

When Watson is not around, it seems that no one except you is willing to listen to the deduction process in his mind.So you automatically take on the role of a listener.

Inspector Lestrade?

Lestrade cared only about results.

Your eyes moved to the clock hanging on the wall, and you couldn't help but yawn, and the rainbow farts you took when you connected were not so professional.

You just say sleepily, "Good Mr. Detective, thank you for removing another potential danger from New York—I'll go to sleep."

You took a few steps forward, and the moment you brushed against the other person's body, with your omega's natural keen senses, you immediately noticed that something was a little wrong.

Sherlock didn't give you a harmless little reasoning today either.

Sherlock hadn't given the most detailed account of his genius reasoning that day.

Sherlock just stood there motionless.

……

Your drowsiness has not been completely broken, you turned around with doubts, ready to see what happened to Sherlock.

In the living room only the wall lights were on.

You looked up at the other person's sharp-edged face reflected in the dim warm light, and the icy blue eyes that had always been like the surface of a frozen lake were also stained with a dull and unclear look at this moment.

He is sweating.

You don't know what's wrong with him.He just thought that the other party caught a cold from the rain outside.

Thinking of this, concern for Mr. Holmes grew over layers of drowsiness.You help him sit down on the couch (in your chunky little dinosaur animal pajamas), and for the first time in his life he doesn't refuse your physical contact.

Know that the only time he is closer to you is when he treats you as a research subject.

And what he did tonight was just to find a temporary outlet for the intense joy that had no place to rest.

As long as you lose the so-called research value (omega reverse dominant pheromone), he will stay away from you.

What a ruthless man. (laugh)

You stretched out your hand and touched his forehead, feeling a burning sensation attached to the bone marrow.

This is really not normal.

Your little face wrinkled, and you searched for a thermometer, and the final result turned out to be 40 degrees.

You look at him, "Sir, there is no such thing as antipyretics here, why don't I go and call Mrs. Hudson—" Before the words are finished, you feel dizzy.

I was hugged by him.

"Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do..."

Feeling the warm touch coming from your body, your brain froze.

It had been a few days since the last time they were this close.

After a few days, you thought that this kind of inexplicable excessive intimacy would never happen to you again, and your life could finally get back on track—unexpectedly, you were still tooyoungtoonative.

Never try to stay out of this mess.

You don't know why he did it all of a sudden.

Just like when we met for the first time, your body is nestled in the sofa, and in front of you is the figure of him pressing down and making you unable to retreat.

Being hit like this, even with the soft sofa behind you, your delicate little body is about to fall apart.You feel dizzy.

What's the next step after hugging...?

Facing the handsome face infinitely enlarged in front of you, you couldn't help but widen your eyes in surprise.In desperation, you stretched out a hand to cover the opponent's mouth.

Very risky.

Your body tensed all of a sudden, and you waited silently for a long time, only to find that the other party didn't make any further moves.

You withdrew that hand, but for some reason you always felt it was burning.

I pushed it hard, but it didn't move at all.

Unexpectedly, a person who usually looks so thin is actually...

Ugh.

You sighed resignedly, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, while counting to yourself when he would wake up.

The damn setting of the dog system makes you feel that you are nothing but a heartthrob...

Could it be that the current situation is that the famous Sherlock Holmes inhales pheromones to seek peace of mind while investigating cases?

……Grass.

What a shitty setting.

After a while, the other party still did not move.Your patience is running out.After thinking about it, he finally patted the other person on the back softly, calling out the other person's name: "Mr. Holmes?"

"Could it be a second sleep? 』

Your face became more and more strange, and your hands even touched the curly hair of the other party.

You must know that you would never dare to do this normally.Very period.

You caressed the other person's cheek, slightly opened the distance between the two, and carefully observed the current situation of the detective through the light.

really weird.Even though his body temperature was so high, his face was strangely sickly pale, and he even broke out in cold sweat constantly.

Sherlock's closed eyes and bloodless face faded away from the usual rebellious feeling, and instead appeared surprisingly fragile.

Perhaps feeling your movement, his eyelashes moved.

You didn't dare to show your anger, you could only stare blankly at what kind of action he would make next.

He suddenly opened his eyes without warning.There was an unexpected clarity in those eyes, he stood up from you without saying a word.

Immediately, the weight on your body disappeared.

"Mr. Holmes?" You called again tentatively.

If it was reasonable not to refute when I was delirious before, what is going on now?

You are still a little anxious.After all, he is so hot.

worried.

I still ran over to ask him if there was anything else.

Unexpectedly, it was opened roughly.

He didn't even look at you.

You were speechless for a moment, your outstretched hand hanging awkwardly by your side.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock fell down after walking a few steps.

...Handsome for only three seconds.

"It's the susceptibility period." John Watson, the former roommate and best friend of the detective, took off the stethoscope on his ear, and said to you standing beside him.

You carefully search for knowledge about the susceptible period in your mind, and feel that things are a bit complicated.

"Generally, this kind of situation will only appear on Alpha. The specific manifestations are elevated body temperature, rapid heart rate, weakness in limbs, and constant coldness." The blond man stared at you.Although he said it in a business-like tone of a doctor, you can see that the expression on his face is still a bit complicated.

You are an omega after all.

Omega should keep a distance from Alpha.

That aside, he probably knows Sherlock Holmes best in the world.

With Sherlock's character, when he wakes up, he will definitely be angry at his physical condition that is on the verge of losing control, and will be more devoted to work because of the fact that he has been put together....

Also refuse treatment.

"Alphas in this period will be more likely to smell the pheromones on Omega's body than usual, and the concentration of their own pheromones will also increase..." At this point, he frowned, as if what he was going to say next was a bit difficult to say.

He pursed his lips tightly, "It will be... clingy."

You suspect that you have heard wrong.

Clingy?

God, the word clingy shouldn't be associated with Sherlock.

Sherlock clingy?

You can't even think about it.

You look strange, "Doctor Watson, is this... the literal clingy person?"

Watson also felt extremely embarrassed. He cleared his throat and replied, "Almost."

"Do you know why he did this?" You vaguely guessed something.

In this world, Alpha's strength lies in that although they have pheromones, they will not be influenced by the estrus period, but can affect omega by releasing their own pheromones.

beta?That's the background board in the abo world.

And now... Sherlock is about to experience his puberty that doesn't actually exist, because of a fucking illogical criminal.