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

You were forced back step by step by him, your mind was in a mess, and all your thoughts were mixed into a mess.But you have no other way, in front of the opponent's ease, the only thing you can do is to retreat in embarrassment.

There is also an upper limit to the distance that can be retreated.In just a few seconds, your back is against the wall.

Your language organization ability suddenly fails at this moment, and your vocal cords can't utter a word.You can just watch him get closer and closer to you.

This situation has not happened before.It's just that, somehow, it still makes you feel the same tension and other unspeakably different feelings every time.

His pheromone floats by your side indistinctly, slowly clings to the ubiquitous air and rushes to your side, finally occupying all your senses.

You are a little thankful that you took an inhibitor on a whim today, otherwise the situation would get out of control again.

Now you no longer allow the word "out of control" to appear in your life.

But as an omega, he still can't completely suppress his own nature.You pursed your lips tightly, and even though you pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, there was still a little sweat on your forehead.

You originally wanted to look away, but then you thought that doing so would be like a guilty conscience, so you gave up the idea.

In your field of vision, you can only see the tall and thin man in front of you, after approaching you, as if he wanted to take a step closer, so his body leaned forward slightly.

The distance between you and him is shrinking inch by inch.

The so-called safe distance has long been broken.

Until your two noses meet, his shadow locks yours.

"The pupils are dilated." He looked at you carefully, and then stated the fact in his nice voice, "You're nervous."

You are noncommittal about what he said.

What I don't want to admit is that at this moment your heart is beating strongly.

You didn't answer his words, but thought of something, and then hid your hands behind your back.

lest he feel your pulse.

"It seems that you are indeed lying - as we all know, there are usually reasons for strong emotional stimulation." Sherlock did not continue to approach, but opened the distance between the two of you again, with a calm expression, and continued to explain with his conclusions.

You breathed a sigh of relief, and the emotion in your eyes when you lowered your eyelashes was a bit subtle.

It's a shame you thought he would do something to you.

It seems that you think too much?

Are you still less charismatic than a nicotine patch?

Then, maybe he also discovered the irrationality of the relationship he "thought" was unreasonable.

But you refuted him, "I didn't."

"I really don't know where the patch you want is." You added a little unconvinced.

"Oh?" Sherlock obviously didn't believe it, he frowned slightly, "But you're nervous. You're afraid I might find out."

You simply broke the jar, "I left that thing to Mrs. Hudson for safekeeping, and it's not with me anyway." You deliberately avoided what he said now.

Sherlock will never go the way you want to plan.Like now, in an instant, his interest has shifted from the disappearing nicotine patch to you, and he wants to know why you are acting nervous.

According to his thinking, he just got closer to you a little bit, and you don't need to show any extra emotions for him at all.

unless……

Unless he is very important to you.

"Mrs. Hudson?" he muttered the name under his breath, "...you're so cutely stupid to leave things in her. She'd just keep them in some food cabinet, maybe— One of my refrigerators with fingers?"

Only then did you remember that you didn't seem to have opened the refrigerator after you came back.

"...are you an ogre?"

"Then you can still live to this day? I ate you first." Sherlock showed you a look of caring for the mentally retarded, then shook his head and walked towards his refrigerator.

Fortunately, he chose the nicotine patch.

But you selectively ignored the second sentence he said later.

Sherlock opened the refrigerator door, and first took a rough look at the distribution of all ingredients and human organs (?).

Sherlock's fridge is never used for any ingredients because he doesn't cook.Watson could cook, and Mrs. Hudson could cook, or he could go out to eat.

So, no matter what, it's not his turn to cook.

If one day Sherlock Holmes can cook, it must be the end of the world.

He definitely didn't buy these ingredients—he stretched out his hand and pushed aside the leaves of the green vegetables that were placed on the third floor from top to bottom.

Although he buys the fridge to hold a human body(?), he doesn't mind other people filling all the space in it with other things.

The refrigerator was stuffed to the brim.The first thing that catches the eye is all kinds of ingredients, and his collections, or experimental products, are all squeezed into the narrowest corner in the side with disgust.

. . . Mrs. Hudson owes nothing to her patience for not yet throwing these things out.

In his opinion, Mrs. Hudson, even if she was sure that he would not pay attention to the refrigerator, would not really hide the things in the most obvious place, behind the pile of vegetables.

You must know that he never takes a second look at the ingredients.

He took out the patch with satisfaction.

But just as he was about to take it out, he suddenly changed his mind.

Fortunately, you are just sitting quietly on the sofa now, and you don't see that he has got the nicotine patch.

If you take out the patch, isn't there no other way to trick you?

After all, he said that on purpose just now, and asked you to give him a patch on purpose - he didn't really want it.It's just that he knows that you will definitely not give in on this kind of principled issue, so he deliberately raised it.

If he really wants something, he can get it as soon as he reaches out.

Love starts from nothing.

He thought of something, quickly put the nicotine patch back in place, and even put a bloody finger on the pile of vegetables.

Even if you open the refrigerator and try to prove it, you won't touch that finger.

He knows you well.

He slammed the refrigerator door shut, and got a puzzled look from you very smoothly.

You looked at his empty hands, and glanced at the expression on his face at the moment, and couldn't help being happy.

"You didn't find it?"

You think this is a rare occurrence.

Sherlock glanced at you, nodded nonchalantly, and pretended he hadn't found it.

His shriveled appearance is so strange, you couldn't help but take a few more glances, trying to adjust the arc of the excessively raised mouth corners, so as not to let your gloat appear too obvious.

In your opinion, nicotine patches are not a good thing anyway.Nicotine can make people addicted and lead to dependence. Although it can stimulate the nerves, long-term use obviously does more harm than good.

It's a good thing Sherlock can't find it, so you don't have to worry about it.

Seeing him sitting next to you without saying a word, you spoke again, "Then since I have nothing to do here, why don't you go first?"

It was said to be an inquiry, but in fact, he didn't want to wait for Sherlock's reply at all, so he was ready to run away.

However, he would simply let you run away?

You also underestimated him too much.

"Stop." His cold voice sounded from behind you.

You just stood up and didn't take a few steps.

You take another unbelieving step forward, trying to get closer to your destination—your bedroom.

"I don't want to say it a second time." Sherlock spoke again.

Although he still maintained the posture just now, nestled in the sofa and did not move, it still gave you a deep sense of oppression.

As a genius, although he decides to give you, his "lover", more space for himself, the desire to control rooted in his heart will inevitably be strong.

There is one thing that saves him from boredom.

Being with you might make him feel less bored.

That's what he thinks now.

How can there be any reason why the prey that was delivered to the door ran away so easily?

Choose again, you and the nicotine patch...he chooses you.

His words seem to have magical powers, and immediately make the short-term courage you just burst out disappear, like a deflated rubber ball.You can't even take a step.

You admitted it, so you had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the other party, but you didn't intend to sit down next to him again.

His own armchair is out of favor.

Seeing that you were not moving, he stretched out his hand to clamp your wrist and pulled it.

Because of the inertia of your body falling forward, you just fell on him impartially.

Of course, this angle issue was calculated by Sherlock long ago.

Nothing is beyond his calculations.

You put your head against his chest, but your body feels like it's shaky because you can't find the center of gravity. In this case, you naturally don't know where to put your hands.

Fortunately, with him here, it will never make you really unbalanced.

You looked at him, completely forgetting what you were supposed to say.

Until his voice sounded, "I want to kiss you."

"Proper intimacy practices between lovers can enhance each other's relationship." He said with good reason.

Now this strange posture makes you almost unable to bring it up in one breath, but the look in the other party's eyes is extremely frank, and he doesn't feel so shy at all for making this straightforward request.

Yes, straightforward and straight to the point, this is his style.

But now you have no position to blame him.

You must know that it is because of you that he...

You were silent for a moment, "You should calm down."

Although you answered this way, you know better than anyone that he is very calm now, and he is not controlled by disordered pheromones like a long time ago.

He said it this time simply because he wanted to, not because his pheromones told him to.

There is a huge difference between the two.

"I'm very calm now, do you want to feel it?"

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