sherlock cat

Jenny looks like a shameless demon, but in fact she is also a shameless demon.But no matter how shameless she was, at this moment, in this situation, she blushed uncontrollably.

Of course, it's very likely that it's not that she finally knows how to be shy, but it's just a lack of oxygen.

Jenny didn't know how long they kissed.It seemed like a long time, so long that all the strength in her body seemed to be sucked out along with the surrounding air, making her weak in hands and feet, short of breath, and dizzy.But it seemed very short, so short that when Sherlock let go of her, she licked the corner of her mouth, feeling very reluctant.

When they finally stopped, the two of them remained silent for a long time without speaking.Although Jenny was full of doubts, the pounding heartbeat seemed to make her temporarily lose her language function.

All of this surprised Jenny even more than when she first learned that Blackie was a tom and not her mother.

It turns out that the human mouth has other uses besides eating delicious food.And this kind of use is actually more sweet and satisfying than all the delicious food she has eaten together.This really opened the door to a new world for her as a cat.

Jenny stroked her chest in a daze, and said doubtfully, "My heart beats so fast."

Sherlock's expression was very calm, which made Jenny a little worried that something was wrong with her.

She turned her hand, stretched it over, covered his chest, paused for a while, and said in surprise and relief: "Your heart beats so fast too!"

Fortunately, everyone's hearts were beating fast, and she was fine.

Sherlock is only wearing a shirt, which means that there is only a thin layer of shirt fabric between her palms and his flesh/body. her palm.

This somewhat scalding temperature made her dazed head even more dazed.And it made her feel itchy, wanting to touch it more.

Sherlock has been looking at her with a very calm gaze, showing rare tolerance to her, and will not stop her no matter what she does.The expression on his face was... like when he was working in an important laboratory, he was concentrating on the strange liquids of various colors in the beakers.

Jenny didn't delve into it.She has never been a person who treats herself badly, so she followed her heart and touched his chest which was dancing happily.

Accidentally fiddled with a small thing, which slid gently across her palm.Jenny felt his whole body tremble suddenly, and he let out a soft and suppressed "hum".

Jenny felt that his voice was a little hoarse and strange, which made her heart beat faster.

She looked at him in amazement: "What is this?" She reached into his collar with a very exploring hand, looking for the answer by herself.

Sherlock finally didn't indulge her this time, and his powerful big hand restrainedly grabbed her wrist.Jenny felt that his palms were also surprisingly hot.

Sherlock directly pulled her up from him, and stood up straight from the sofa himself.

"Okay," he said, "that's the end of your teaching time for tonight."

"What teaching time?" Jenny asked humbly.

Sherlock didn't continue this topic, and said to her concisely: "Go to sleep."

Jenny nodded obediently, and walked towards his room.

Sherlock carried her back and said blankly, "Go back to your room."

Jenny looked at him in shock. Could this be what the Tiger King said, and then he would turn his face and deny anyone after eating it up.Although she didn't feel that she was eaten up, on the contrary, she wanted to eat him up even more, but it was only because she didn't know how to say it that she delayed until now.

But now is not the time to worry about these things.

"I want to sleep with you!" she said loudly.

Sherlock stared at her for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, he said, "It's not right now."

Jenny doesn't understand why it's not enough now, hasn't she been sleeping with him all the time?Why is it suddenly not working?

She wants to protest!

But in the confrontation between the two, Jenny never won, and finally crawled back to her room in despair.

Cats are very sensitive creatures.This sentence is not bad at all.

Jenny grew up with the tiger king. Sometimes she is so nervous that she doesn't look like a cat, but in some respects, she still retains some of the cat's sensitive and delicate nature.

With the remaining sensitivity and delicateness, Jenny instinctively realized that she could resist Sherlock's order to let her go back to the room to sleep a little bit.

When she came over quietly with the wall penetration technique, Sherlock immediately opened his eyes in the darkness.The corners of his lips curled up slightly unconsciously, then he reached out to turn on the lamp by the bedside, put one arm on the pillow, and looked at her without emotion.

A dim yellow light suddenly lit up in front of her eyes. Jenny stopped with one foot in mid-air, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she faced Mr. Holmes with a beautiful body lying on the bed a few steps away.

Jenny is very sad and angry, is her spell not helping to this point now?Even a small wall-penetrating technique can be discovered, but it was still in the middle of the night... She realized deeply for the first time that she was really sorry for Xiao Hei's painstaking teachings of more than 500 years.

But Jenny didn't know, she was completely overwhelmed, and it had nothing to do with what Xiao Hei had taught her for more than 500 years.Sherlock found her because he was too familiar with her smell.

While she was sighing bitterly, Sherlock had already laid back on the bed calmly.Jenny stood there pitifully and looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she realized that he didn't drive her out, it was just a tacit intention.

There was a burst of joy in my heart, and she was right to sneak over.

Jenny climbed onto the bed excitedly, but obediently and well-measured, she didn't get into his quilt right away, but put her hands on her sides, so she couldn't lie down next to him in a regular manner.

Jenny recalled it for a while, and she was absolutely sure that this was indeed the first time she maintained her human form and lay on the same bed with Sherlock.

A cat's heart was beating violently.After this night, she will be considered a complete "promise with her body".Jenny thought contentedly.

The two lay silently side by side on the bed, and none of the corners of each other's clothes touched each other.

Jenny blinked, staring at the ceiling above her head in the dim light.In the blink of an eye, the ceiling disappeared, and she saw the infinitely deep black and purple night sky, with stars shining and the shadow of the moon like water.

They are not lying on a small bed, but in a vast expanse of soft grass.That's how they lay together on the grass and looked at the stars.

so good.

Jenny was so happy with her imagination, she grinned and turned around to face him.

The light from the desk lamp was insufficient, but Jenny could still clearly see his side face, his straight nose bridge, his lightly pursed lips, his eyes closed, and the long eyelashes made a small patch in his eye socket. shadow.With his hands folded on his stomach, he looked like a perfect stone statue.

"Sherlock." She called his name.

He closed his eyes and let out an "um", but was still lying flat, motionless.

After a few seconds of silence, Jenny spoke again.

"Sherlock," she said in a low voice, with some doubts and hesitation, "you said that two people who like each other very much and agreed to be together forever, why did they separate in the end?"

After all, Philip's story touched her somewhat.She thinks that human beings are very strange creatures. While they want to hold everything in their hands, they always say some contradictory poisonous chicken soup.

Humans talk the most about love, something that all creatures can't figure out.

They say that life is very short, if you can use all your strength in this short life to love someone as if there is no next time, no next life, the ending is no longer so important.

Jenny's life is very long. She is not sure if it is because of her long life. She feels that if she really loves someone with all her strength, how can the ending be unimportant?After all, a happy ending is required.

Sherlock opened his eyes, finally turned his head, stared at her for a while in the dim light, and then said, "It seems that you have received a lot of goods today, and you came back with a lot of stupid questions."

Jenny imitated his usual appearance and tone, snorted dissatisfiedly, and asked again: "Then why do you say?"

Sherlock turned back, closed his eyes again, and said without any ups and downs: "Because people always like to waste time and energy on these stupid and meaningless issues, and do nothing on those really important things. "

Jenny looked at him half understanding.After a long while, she suddenly said: "Maybe, they didn't do nothing on the really important things, but just... they just did all the important things, and they still couldn't change the ending of the separation." Finally she said, "That's terrible. It's such a disappointment."

Sherlock opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and said in a condensed tone: "There is nothing that can't be changed, it's just that hard work is not enough."

Jenny nodded, feeling that what he said was quite right.

Just like her, she hasn't made any progress in cultivation for more than 500 years. Even Xiao Hei, a strict teacher, admits to her "stupid aptitude".

Just like Philip, since he is still alive, and his tall, charming and smiling lover is still alive, if he is really reluctant, no matter what the reason for their separation, he should try his best to chase her back instead of sitting Feeling sorry for myself in the wheelchair.

Jenny vaguely felt that Philip's inaction might be because he was not as thick-skinned as she was, or because his disability made him feel a little inferior.Jenny has already helped him solve the latter obstacle very loyally. As for the former, Jenny can only hope that he can realize it as soon as possible. In the face of beauty, such things as shame are often just clouds.

When it comes to beauty, the deep thoughts that Jenny had just had just faded away in an instant, and the suppressed heart beat shamefully rippling again.She stared at him with a smile, couldn't get enough of him, and thought, how could he be so good-looking.

The happiness in my heart is like a disturbed brook in summer, rushing forward so brightly and freely, I wish I could happily tell every piece of sand, stone and every flower and plant that flows through me about this irrepressible happiness.

Jenny stretched out her hand and sneaked over bit by bit, trying to grope and hook his hand.But his sleeping posture was as rigorous as a missionary, with his hands still folded on his stomach.Jenny's fingers had no choice but to persevere and climb up his body bit by bit, proving the saying that face is like clouds with practical actions.

When her fingertips touched her waist, Sherlock unavoidably shuddered despite the pajamas.Jenny's fingers, which had just taken a small step, slid down his tight waistline tremblingly...

It was like a small electric current, crackling and splitting through the whole body along the place where her fingers fell.

Sherlock's eyebrows twitched, but soon, he restrained himself and remained motionless. He just pursed his lips and looked sideways at her.

Although it is night and the light in the room is very dim, Jenny can't stand it. As a cat, she has good eyesight and can see everything clearly with a little light. If this is put in an ancient martial arts drama, it will definitely be an assassination A good hand.

Jenny is looking at Sherlock affectionately with these cat eyes suitable for assassination at the moment. She thinks his eyes are like the shining golden Thames, bright and beautiful.

Jenny wanted to kiss him on the eyes, she thought, and she did.

Leaning forward slightly, soft lips fell on his eyes.

21 years ago, when Jenny met Sherlock for the first time, she never knew that people could be so close.At that time, she would also step on the cat's paws and lick his face and eyes with her cat's tongue, which seemed to be the same as now, yet different.

It was good then and it is good now.

She is willing to become a cat and live with him in the woods all her life.

She is also willing to become a human being and live with him in his city.

As long as he likes it.

Jenny looked at him with bright eyes, thinking with infinite satisfaction in her heart, this is the person she likes.When she didn't understand what it was to like and love someone, she just wanted to be with him wholeheartedly, and she made the best effort she could do for this.

What a prescient cat she was!

Jenny's trudging fingers finally found his hand, grabbed his large palm, lifted one of his arms, and slipped under his arm with the agility of a kitten, laying a furry head on him. on the shoulders.She also patted his stomach contentedly.

Sherlock: "..."

The night is melting, and everything is still.

Jenny felt calm and secure inside, like she and Sherlock were wrapped in a big bubble of warmth.

But the tranquility of the city is different from the tranquility of the forest.In the woods, even in the deepest night, there will always be lively and jumping life, insects and birds chirping, the wind whimpering, leaves rustling, running water gurgling, fish jumping happily... It is a kind of deep silence that Jenny has been used to for more than 500 years .

But this habit was soon replaced by a familiar embrace.

She likes Sherlock's embrace, so she always does everything possible to occupy this territory.Also because she suddenly left the jungle where she had lived for more than 500 years, she became very hypocritical, and could only fall asleep in his arms.

The "superior position" was successful, and Jenny moved her head on his shoulder to an angle where she could see him.

Looking at it like this, she suddenly discovered something interesting - Sherlock's ears were a little red.

Jenny didn't know at all that this man, who looked calm and calm, who wouldn't move when the wind blows from east to west, was actually as inexperienced as she was.

Jenny reached out and touched his red-hot earlobe.His ears are also so beautiful, half of them are covered by curly hair, and only half of them are exposed. They are as white as his cheeks, but a little thin, and even the cute little fluff on them can be seen clearly.

"Sherlock," Jenny teased him in a low voice, "are you shy?"

He snorted arrogantly and said, "It seems that you are going to start being stupid again."

"But your ears are red." Jenny showed evidence.

"No." He still denied.

Jenny moved a little, trying to climb on top of him and reason with him.

Sherlock's strong arms held her in his arms.

"Go back to your room and sleep."

In a word, be honest.

After a long while, Jenny yawned, and slid around in his arms like a cat, trying to find the most comfortable position.Before he couldn't bear it anymore, he finally buried his face in the socket of his neck, hugged his waist with one hand, closed his eyes, and calmed down.

"Sherlock," she called him half asleep, "you look good when you're shy."

Under the dim light, Sherlock looked down.

She has fallen asleep.

As a demon, it doesn't matter if Jenny can stay awake for a long time.But as a heartless demon, her invincible skill of falling asleep in ten seconds has been undefeated for hundreds of years.

Sherlock stared at her for a long time, then slowly sideways, turning towards her.Jenny immediately obediently burrowed deeper into his arms, and quickly and skillfully found a comfortable position again.

Her delicate and beautiful cheeks are still very eye-catching under the dim light of the desk lamp, and her long black hair like a waterfall is messily arched behind her. Her eyes are slightly closed, but Sherlock still seems to be able to see clearly. That clear blue color...

His eyes were very calm, and he lingered on her smooth face for a while, but what was thinking in his mind was the question she ignorantly asked a moment ago.

Two people who like each other very much and have agreed to be together forever, why do they separate in the end?

Only stupid and cowardly people would waste time on such issues.Only stupid and cowardly people will lose things that are important to them.He never made such a mistake.

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The author has something to say: Mr. Holmes, wake up, you may have made this mistake once...