sherlock cat

Jenny felt that Sherlock was not in a good mood, so she consciously didn't bother him, but went to sleep in her own room.

But lying on his own little bed, he couldn't fall asleep. The cat was thinking about that name over and over in his head.

Moriarty.

Moriarty.

She must have heard the name before, and knew the owner of the name.Because the sense of familiarity was too strong, so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

Who will it be?

Someone who could make Sherlock show that expression.

Not just Sherlock, obviously the name is a threat to everyone.

Although Watson and Mrs. Hudson tried their best to act as if nothing had happened after Sherlock left, the Christmas atmosphere was completely destroyed.

Whoever this Moriarty was, Jenny decided to fight him because he ruined her first Christmas.

Turning over on the bed again, Jenny looked out at the dark night outside through the gap in the curtains.

The miserable white snowflakes were still falling silently, but she no longer had the mood to look at the snow before.

Jenny felt that she was becoming more and more like a human being, so easily emotional, and she didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, whether to be happy or worried.

I guess it should be a mixed blessing.

Don't humans like to use this idiom when they can't accurately define their moods?

Not only mood, but also life, situation and so on.Anyway, being a human being always seems to be a mixed blessing.

In this matter, Jenny had little desire to do as the Romans do.

She felt that as a cat with ambition and pursuit, even if she didn't want to be happy and worry-free for a lifetime, at least she should have more joy than worry.Otherwise, no matter whether it is a human life or a cat's life, wouldn't it be too unhappy to live?

But how to live is refreshing, but Jenny doesn't know.She had never thought about this problem before, and she used to live carefree in the woods, and she didn't have to think about such problems.

In fact, there is no need to think about it now.Although Sherlock looked a little strange tonight, nothing happened.She was still with him, and what she had hoped for for 21 years was still complete.

Jenny used to think it was a fool's thing to worry about things that hadn't happened yet.She feels the same way now.

She doesn't want to be a fool.

Thinking of this, Jenny suddenly reached out and patted her forehead.

She is really a fool!

Sherlock is in a bad mood, she should be with him!How can you leave him pitifully alone?

Thinking of this, just as she was about to get up from the bed, Jenny heard the door lock of her room suddenly "click", and then the weak door was pushed open, and a "poor" person in her imagination appeared in the doorway.

Jenny sat up happily, and was about to jump off the bed in one go, but was stunned by the expression on his face.

In fact, she was not quite able to accurately analyze the meaning of the expression on his face, but she just instinctively felt that the breath on his body was a little different, it was darker and more condensed than usual, but his steps were very light.

Jenny sat on the bed without moving, hugging the quilt and waiting for him to come by herself.

Sherlock's steps were not as fast as usual, but Jenny's cabin was too small, and she was only a few steps away from her bed.

Jenny smiled and looked up at him: "So you can't sleep either."

Sherlock looked down at her too, without saying a word.

Jenny didn't expect him to respond to such a boring topic, she just thought that Sherlock, like her, was used to sleeping with two people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.This discovery made her very happy, although there was a high probability that it was because of that "Moriarty" that he couldn't sleep.But Jenny is not willing to care about these.

She hugged the quilt and moved her butt to the other side of the small bed, then reached out and patted the not-so-ample space that she worked so hard to vacate, signaling him to sit down.

Mr. Holmes glanced at him coldly, but did not move.

Jenny tilted her cat's head, stretched out a hand to the back of her neck and rubbed it seriously, and looked at him pitifully: "Neck hurts..."

Then Sherlock sat down.

Jenny, who had succeeded, immediately burst into a big smile, and the little butt that had just moved over a second ago, immediately moved back very consciously.

"You haven't told me Merry Christmas yet." Jenny's beautiful cat eyes seemed to be shining in the dim light.

If the time, place and characters were changed, this scene would probably be a bit scary.

"Yeah." Sherlock responded lightly, and then said, "Merry Christmas."

Jenny smiled even wider.He seems to be very gentle tonight. In normal times, he would probably say, "All blessings are hypocritical empty words. A person's happiness will not increase because of a blessing, nor will it decrease because of a lack of a blessing. It is only boring and stupid." only people would care about these," and so on.

Since this is the case——

"You haven't kissed me today." Jenny blinked and moved forward sincerely.

Sherlock looked at the little face that was so close at hand.

The lighting in the bedroom was really not ideal, only a little light from the street lamp leaking in through the gaps in the curtains.But there was no need to look carefully, his brain could clearly remember every line on this face.

He has a super brain, and countless faces are recorded in his memory palace.But Jenny is undeniably different.

Not only did she appear too frequently, but also because of the intense emotions that surged in his chest every time he flipped through it.This kind of emotion should be unfamiliar to him, but there is a sense of familiarity that even he can't accurately distinguish.

like now.

After a while, Sherlock stretched out a hand, pressed it against her forehead, and pushed back the cat's head that she leaned over.

got rejected.

Jenny didn't care, she just patted her forehead with regret, stretched out her hand after the pat, and grabbed his hand.

His skin was fine and smooth, which Jenny had always liked, but it felt a little cold, so Jenny naturally pulled both of his hands over and dragged them into the quilt to warm up.

Sherlock glanced at her.

Jenny felt his gaze and smiled sweetly at him.

"Is this Moriarty a troublesome person?" Jenny asked while warming his hands, "Did I know him before?"

Before Sherlock could answer, Jenny let out an "oops" and continued, "I forgot that you don't remember me anymore, and you certainly don't remember anything about me before."

She spoke flatly, without any accusation, but Sherlock's breath stopped.

"Moriarty is the head of the entire European criminal organization." After a while, Sherlock began to answer Jenny's question. "Obviously he has created a huge criminal empire in London. It is no exaggeration to say that almost half of London's The cases are all about him. In the past, I would probably say that Moriarty has made the city of London less boring."

"And now?" Jenny asked.

"Now?" Sherlock looked at her quietly, and after a few seconds, said haughtily and coldly, "It's the same now."

Jenny touched his hand gently under the quilt to show comfort.

Because part of her memory is missing, she doesn't really understand what he said, but she is keenly aware that he seems to be in need of comfort.

Sherlock Holmes will need comfort.Anyone who heard this would probably find it ridiculous, but Jenny was not anyone.She is Jenny Baileyville.He even chose her name for her. Is there anyone closer to him than her?

Jenny believed, no more.

Not only is their psychological distance very close, but their spatial distance is also very close at this moment.

Jenny took his hand under the covers and gently tugged towards her. Sherlock raised his eyelids and didn't move.

He didn't move, and Jenny used her self-motivation—moving her little butt to move closer again.

Close enough, neck leaning forward a little, forehead against his.

Jenny blinked at him.They were so close that her eyelashes almost touched his every time she blinked, and the tip of her nose almost touched the tip of her nose.

His nose was straight and straight, embedded in his fair and beautiful cheeks, like a tall mountain.

Jenny rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately with her own, and rubbed it again.

The corners of Sherlock's tightly pursed lips gradually softened, and finally curved upwards involuntarily.

Jenny asked him in a low voice, "Why don't we turn on the light?"

Then he answered in a low voice: "Is it better to do bad things with the lights off?"

After finishing speaking, he laughed badly.

Sherlock: "..."

Her forehead was slightly away from his, and then when he wasn't paying attention, her chin jerked forward.

bar.

Sneaked a kiss on his lips.

Sherlock: "..."

The sneak attack was successful, Jenny backed away quickly, her face was full of joy of a successful prank, but Sherlock was very calm and motionless.

Humph.

Her shiny golden cat pupils rolled twice in her eye sockets, and then she slammed close to her again, successfully attacking again.

Still not moving.

He leaned forward to kiss again, this time secretly licking.

After the kiss, when I wanted to back away as before, but this time I couldn't.

Jenny didn't see when he stretched out his hand at all, she only knew that his big palm suddenly pressed on the back of her head, pressing her back when she wanted to leave...

Jenny liked the whole of him, so she liked his lips.I especially like it.

When he spoke with them, he always uttered the wisest words clearly and fluently.And when he kissed her with them, those lips, which were cold at first, would slowly become hotter and hotter, until finally, her whole body and heart would be trembling with heat.

When Jenny was able to breathe again, she found that she didn't know when she lay down on the bed again, with Sherlock's tall body pressing on her.The quilt she was holding in her arms disappeared at some point, and was thrown pitifully in the innermost corner of the bed.He became her quilt, covering her tightly and tightly.

Jenny heard him whisper in her ear, "It's going to be okay this time."

"What's all right?" Jenny asked a little confused.Her breathing hadn't fully recovered yet, and she blew past his ears quickly.

Sherlock raised his face and looked at her for a long time, until Jenny felt that something really big must have happened before he spoke coldly and firmly.

"All," he said, "you, me, and everything, will be all right."

Jenny took a deep breath.She knew something must have happened.If he didn't want to say it, she didn't have to ask.

She just reached out and stroked his curly hair very gently, just like she had touched him when he was a child.

"Sherlock," she called his name softly, and said to him softly, "don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

His deep gray eyes stared at her very carefully, and then said: "I know."

Jenny was wearing pajamas with a kitten pattern that Mrs. Hudson helped her choose. The color was chosen by Jenny herself, which was the same blue as Sherlock.

He was still wearing the suit and shirt they had just worn for Christmas, the suit was unbuttoned, and although the shirt was still on, there was only two thin layers of fabric between them, sharing each other's temperature.

Sherlock stood up before his body temperature soared again.

Jenny jumped out of the bed too, and Sherlock was still standing by the bed watching her.

Jenny smiled happily and took his hand: "Let's go to sleep on your bed, I can't sleep here."

Sherlock hesitated slightly.

Jenny shook his hand.

Sherlock said, "Got to be a cat."

Jenny agreed happily: "Okay."

After Jenny really develops the habit of turning into a cat every time she sleeps with him, Mr. Holmes will realize the far-reaching harm of this move and will be very distressed by it.

"Then can you play another violin piece for me, I want to hear it." When the two walked down hand in hand, Jenny began to make demands.

"it is good."

The foot stepped on the old and thick wooden floor, making a slight "da da" sound.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jenny nestled on the sofa and finished enjoying a nice piece of violin music.

Sherlock put away the piano, and when he turned around, he saw that she was still nestled on the sofa in a relaxed manner. When he saw him looking over, he immediately stretched out his hands to him.

Mr. Holmes looked at her indifferently.

Just when Jenny was about to resign herself to stand up from the sofa, his thin and tall figure moved, walked up to her, bent down, and picked her up from the sofa skillfully.

His expression was still calm.

Jenny, who was suddenly satisfied, was so happy that she immediately put her arms around his neck.

"It's very kind of you, Sherlock!"

Mr. Holmes was noncommittal.

When he started to walk towards the bedroom, Jenny's sudden whim popped up again.

"Let's go outside and build a snowman!"

After speaking, he seemed worried that he would disagree, and discussed with him softly, "I don't want you to do it, I'll pile it up, okay?"

She blinked her beautiful pale green eyes and said, "This is the first time I've seen snow."

If Xiao Hei and Tiger King saw her like this, they would be shocked, thinking that she was possessed or taken away by some other big monster.

When she took human form for the first time, Xiao Hei said that her skin has the potential to confuse the world.

If she put on this skin again and deliberately begged someone so softly and pitifully at this moment, probably no one would be able to refuse.

Neither can Detective Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, apart from Sherlock, it is impossible for Jenny to show such a soft and pitiful look to others.She is still a noble and glamorous cat in essence.

Sherlock hugged her and turned around.

Walking to the door of the living room, Jenny said, "Wait a minute!"

Sherlock stopped.

Jenny jumped down from his arms, took off the iconic blue scarf from the coat hook at the door, tiptoed to imitate him and put it around his neck, and patted it with satisfaction after putting it on.

Then he turned around and took off the black coat.

This time it was Sherlock who stopped her.

Under Jenny's suspicious gaze, Sherlock took the coat from her hand, unfolded it, and put it on her body.

Jenny couldn't tell whether it was warmth in her body or her heart, so she looked at him with a smile and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Sherlock gave a "hmm", and then said expressionlessly, "Stretch out your hand."

Jenny immediately stretched out her arms obediently and asked him to help her put on her coat.

After Sherlock buttoned every button without saying a word, he also turned up the high collar for her, leaving only half of his face outside.

Jenny flicked the almost half-empty sleeve comically, and took another deep breath.It smells so good, it smells like Sherlock!

She took two steps forward, and originally wanted to jump into his arms again to beg for a hug, but looking at the long stairs, she couldn't bear it.Take his hand instead.

"Let's go."

The two walked down the stairs together to the door of the apartment.

Snow is still falling.

Jenny raised her head, and the snowflakes all over the sky drifted down from the dark void and fell on her cheeks, icy.

Jenny said "Wow!" in surprise.

"so beautiful!"

The ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow, like icing sugar.

Jenny wanted to grab a snowball first, but when she squatted on the ground and wanted to do it, she realized she couldn't find her hand.

Looking at the empty sleeves, he was first amused by himself.

"Sherlock, I seem to be disabled." She said childishly, laughing and waving her empty sleeves at him.

Sherlock came over and helped her roll up her sleeves several times before barely exposing his hands.

He was exceptionally gentle and patient this evening.

Jenny immediately squatted down on the ground and kneaded a chubby snowball and held it in her hands.

"Can I eat it?"

She licked her tongue and asked him greedily.

"No."

"How about a lick?"

"also can not."

This time Sherlock took the snowball directly from her hand.

Ok.

Jenny patted Can Xue on her hands, and looked around excitedly.

It was said that they wanted to build a snowman, but the two of them had no tools, let alone experience.

"Can you make a snowman?" Jenny asked.

Sherlock gave her a blank look.Jenny caught the look: Do I look like someone who would do something like this?

But you're doing it with me now.Jenny thought sweetly.

"Don't worry," she said, "I know how to make it. I looked it up on the Internet. We need two balls, one bigger and one smaller. The bigger one is for the snowman's body and the smaller one is for the snowman's head. Then you need buttons and carrots for the eyes and nose of the snowman..."

Jenny started to run around and snowball while explaining in a babbling manner, full of action.

The entire Baker Street, and even the entire city, were empty, buried in a blanket of snow.

Jenny laughed happily as she ran.Sherlock's coat was really too long, she accidentally stepped on the corner of the coat, and with a "plop!", she fell to the ground firmly, and the cat's head plunged into the snow.

Sherlock was startled, and was about to walk over when she got up from the ground by herself, half of her face covered in snow, and looked at him.Then, I laughed even more happily.

Jenny believed that she must have seen a smile on Sherlock's face too.

He has a really nice smile.

The first big snowball used to make a snowman's body, Jenny rolled seven or eight somersaults, and what rolled out was a strange polyhedron, Sherlock would never admit that it was a circle.

Jenny was sweating from the run, her pupils had turned a deep dark green, obviously having a good time.

When she was running, she turned her head and saw Sherlock standing coolly and watching her.

He stood quietly in a snowy scene, his hair and shoulders were stained with white. In the vast snowfield, his chiseled cheeks became more conspicuous, and the street lamps beside him shrouded his skin with a layer of shimmer.

There were only a few short steps between them, but for a moment, Jenny suddenly felt that he was very far away, as if she would never be able to get close to him.

There was a chaotic pain in her heart for no reason, she threw the snowball aside, and ran back to him as fast as she could.

"What's wrong?" Jenny heard him ask.

But she still seemed to hear another voice, a woman's voice, asking with an unpleasant smile, "Who do you think he likes more between the two of us?"

Who do you like more?

Why compare?She never compares him with others, he is unique in her heart.She doesn't like to be compared.I don't like it very much.

"Jenny?"

"Jenny?"

Jenny raised her head, and in front of her eyes was his fair and beautiful face.

She closed her eyes hard, opened them again, and shook her head slightly.

Look, it's all her wild imagination, how could it never arrive?Isn't it here?She is right beside him.

Jenny grinned and asked him, "Are you cold?"

Snowflakes fell on her and on him one after another.

Sherlock looked at her and said it wasn't cold.

Jenny reached out to touch his hand, hers was hot, his was cold.

He was only wearing a suit and shirt, how could he not be cold?

Jenny didn't say much, she just turned around, stretched out her finger and pointed at the snowball she had just made.

A miraculous thing happened. The unattractive polyhedron seemed to be pulled by an unknown force and floated into the air. Appeared.

Then Jenny used the same spell to pile a smaller round snowball to make the snowman's head, and finally added eyes, nose and mouth in the air.

"My snowman must be the prettiest, right?"

Sherlock looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Of course."

Jenny is very satisfied. The little demons in their woods must do their best in everything, and this is what they want.When looking for a man, you must look for the best, and when making a snowman, you must also make the most beautiful one.

He took his cold hand and warmed it in her warm palm, "Let's go back to sleep."

"Ah."

Two minutes later, back in their bedroom, Jenny, who had changed back to her original form, was once again nestled contentedly in her favorite embrace.

Before falling into sleep, with the last bit of willpower, Jenny said contentedly in her heart: "Xiao Hei, Tiger King, I am very happy now, very happy, and I wish you all a Merry Christmas..."

The author has something to say: I probably have an obsession in my heart to spend Christmas with Mr. Holmes. Another Sherlock fanfic also wrote about Christmas.

Warm and oily Xiaxia, we all should cherish~

感谢在2020-08-1021:32:06~2020-08-1120:25:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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