sherlock cat

After a year, Sherlock returned to Baker Street with Jenny in his arms again. People can't help but sigh, time is like a circle.The difference is that last time Jenny was a drunk lunatic, but this time she was a drunk lunatic who slept well and deeply.

Sherlock put her on the bed, and she immediately made a nest on the quilt, curled up and buried herself in it, amazed by Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson.

When Sherlock also lay on the bed, she immediately gave up her nest, followed the familiar temperature and smell, and crawled into his arms with hands and feet.

Time has not made her movements familiar at all.

As he said, he prefers to hold her to sleep than to get drunk at night.She also likes it better.

It's just that she used to turn into a cat and sneak into his arms.

Sherlock thought for a while, should he remind her.After hesitating for a moment, I gave up.Anyway, she sleeps until midnight and turns back into a cat herself.

During the year Jenny left, Sherlock's sleep became extremely light.

To be precise, during the ten months that Moriarty was busy destroying the organization all over the world, he rarely got a chance to get enough sleep. Only one thing flowed through his tense nerves, hurry up!be quick!

Jenny was so sad when she left London, he saw it.When she looked up for him, he was sitting in a car that Mycroft had arranged to watch her, very close to her.He'd never seen that look on her face before, the kind that made him not sure if he'd made the wrong decision.

After Jenny left, he still stayed there for a long time. The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and didn't dare to urge him at all.

It wasn't until McCoff called that he said to the driver, let's go.

And when Jenny was locked in what she called the white box—the cell for psychic beings—and Sherlock was there.

He bought her daily fish and chips, and he stood behind the door every time that little pane opened and Jenny saw a hand delivering her favorite fish and chips.

But that hand was not his.Jenny could recognize his hand.

During the days she was locked up, Sherlock watched her through the monitor at all times.He knew that she didn't eat a bite of the fish and chips he sent over, and she didn't even sleep, and occasionally fell asleep briefly, only to be awakened by nightmares immediately.

She would suddenly sit up from the bed, panting heavily and weakly, her forehead and hair all wet with cold sweat.Sherlock saw the horror in her amber eyes clearly.It took her a long time to figure out where she was, and then she curled up in the corner of the bed and hugged herself slowly to calm down.

On the days when Jenny didn't eat or sleep, Sherlock hardly ate or slept either.In addition to keeping an eye on Jenny all the time, he also had to formulate a thorough plan as soon as possible to defeat all of Moriarty's hidden organizations across Europe.In the end, he moved his office directly to the special prison where Jenny was held.

As a demon, Jenny has not eaten or slept for so many days and is haggard, as a human Sherlock can be imagined.

In the end, it was still Mycroft who was alarmed, and he came to take him away in person.

Of course, Sherlock would not be caught without a fight. He even fought with the two agents brought by Mycroft, so that McCoff had to threaten him. Send her to the United States, he has a way to let the jury directly sentence her to death, and execute it immediately!

From this, Sherlock judged that he must have looked very bad, because he had never seen Mycroft really angry.

Sherlock obeyed, he didn't believe Mycroft's clumsy threat, but he remembered that when Jenny was on trial, they would meet again, and he couldn't make himself too bad, she would be worried.

Sherlock didn't want to recall the meeting with Jenny in the trial court. If he had to say, every second of that meeting was an extreme challenge to the self-control he was always proud of.

Every time Jenny looked at him, he thought he would rush over, but each time he held back.At least in terms of self-control, McCoff will never be able to say that he is superior to him in the future.

During the ten months of dealing with Moriarty's secret organizations scattered all over Europe, he completely lost contact with Jenny and could not get any news from her. In order to ensure his absolute safety, McCoff also rarely contacted him.

Destroying Moriarty's entire criminal organization was one of the toughest cases Sherlock had ever encountered, and he would probably have been thrilled, engrossed in it, and enjoying it.

But this time it didn't work.

The last memory Jenny left in his mind was the look she gave him before she left, like a kitten completely abandoned by its owner, bewildered.She looked in his direction for a long time, but Sherlock knew she didn't see anything.

At one point he even hated his super brain, remembering every subtle expression on her face very clearly.Especially in the dead of night when he was alone, the image of her looking up for him would appear before his eyes again and again, almost driving him crazy.

Her eyes were amber then.Her eyes had been amber ever since she remembered the past, when she was locked up, when she left London, and even when she came back now.

She is sad.

Even when she smiled, the color of her pupils told him honestly that she was very sad.

During the ten months of solving Moriarty's criminal network, he often went for days without any sleep, working almost frantically.Even Sherlock Holmes, who took reason as his creed, had to admit during that period that work was sometimes a good medicine for alleviating grief.

McCoff gave him two years to dismantle Moriarty's entire criminal network within two years.

He only had it for ten months.

It was probably also during that period that his sleep became extremely light, and he would immediately be alert to any sound.So when Jenny woke up, he almost immediately noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness.

This scene is actually a bit scary, after all, when you open your eyes in the middle of the night, the other pair of eyes beside the pillow are staring straight at you like a ghost, any ordinary person would have to cry out in fright.

But Sherlock is no ordinary person.

He looked into those eyes calmly for a while, trying to judge whether she was sober.

Jenny looked at him without blinking for a long time. After a while, she reached out and stroked his hair, and asked softly, "Are you here to pick me up?"

The dim light at the head of the bed shrouded the two faces facing each other on the pillow.The whole city of London is immersed in the early morning night, and they are immersed in each other's pupils.

Jenny especially likes to find herself in his pupils.

Sherlock thought quickly for a second, and realized that Jenny was still drunk, and she thought she was still in the United States at this time.

His light gray pupils flitted quietly across her face.

"I went to pick you up, but you said you were happy there, and that you liked—" He paused to find a suitable word, "—your new friends, don't want to come back."

Jenny was stunned, and asked, "When?" Before he could answer, she shook her head vigorously, "Liar, I've been waiting for you every day. If you didn't pick me up, I wouldn't say that."

Sherlock said, "I heard it with my own ears."

At this moment, they shed all their respective roles, like two preoccupied children.

Jenny looked at him seriously for a while, as if wondering if what he said was true.

After a few seconds, she leaned over, pressed her forehead against his, and said softly, "I don't remember. If I really said that, it must be a lie. Don't be angry."

Sherlock hummed lightly, "I know it's a lie, and I'm not angry."

Jenny's eyes suddenly became moist and hot, and her voice was aggrieved and hoarse: "But you haven't come to pick me up for so long, I'm a little angry."

Sherlock looked at her silently, and it took a long time before he whispered, "It's my fault, I should have been faster."

Jenny actually didn't understand what he meant, but her heart softened immediately.All the sad and sad things in the past disappeared from her mind, and she only remembered that this person in front of her was her Sherlock, and she had worked so hard to find him.She is willing to do anything for him, she just wants him to be happy.

She gently rubbed the tip of his nose with the tip of her nose, and her trembling eyelashes swept over his eyelids.

Jenny whispered: "Then you can kiss me, and I won't be angry if you kiss me."

Sherlock's light gray pupils trembled slightly in their eye sockets.

This is what she asked for?Just kiss her.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Jenny wanted to leave so eagerly, because she knew in her heart that it was too easy for her to forgive him.If she hadn't gone, or even taken a step slower, she might have forgiven him.Even if her heart is still sad.

Jenny, who was wholeheartedly waiting for the kiss, waited for nothing for a long time. She looked at Sherlock hesitantly, as if some memory was about to roll out in her mind, her voice dropped: "Don't you want to..."

The next two words were sealed back to the mouth of the throat.

The cool lips covered her, and Jenny could almost clearly draw the outline of his thin lips in her mind. This image made her long eyelashes flutter, and then she closed her eyes contentedly like a kitten.

They kissed for a long time.Jenny has always loved all the intimacy with Sherlock, and she never hides that love.

It's just that Sherlock seems to be a little different tonight, and Jenny can't tell why.It may be because he held her arm so hard that it even made her feel a little painful, or it may be because his heartbeat was too violent, and those violent beatings even passed through his body and passed to her, making her heart beat It also followed the violent impact in the chest cavity.

With scorching breath blowing past her ears, a hoarse voice said, "I think."

Jenny's originally confused and confused mind became even more confused and confused. Before she could figure out what he was thinking, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

He actually bit her ear!

The bite was a bit heavy, but Jenny felt that her exclamation didn't seem to be due to pain.

Jenny's temperament of not admitting defeat and not taking a loss was aroused by Sherlock's teeth grinding on her ears. She turned her head and found his ear, ahhh, and took a bite too.

But after biting it, he felt distressed immediately, and he blew it for him. After blowing it, he felt that it was not enough, so he lowered his head and licked his earlobe comfortingly.

Jenny felt that he shivered slightly as if he felt that she had bit him painfully only now.

Thinking it was fun, Jenny lowered her head and licked it again, and quickly drew an inference. Taking advantage of the strength of the alcohol, she pressed him under her body, and her warm lips were no longer limited to his earlobe, but all the way along his neck. Downwards, a pair of small hands untied his clothes with great agility and coordination...

In the hazy light, the two people's unsteady auras were even more chaotically entangled.

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After a while, Jenny raised her misty green eyes, grabbed something in her hand, and looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Is this your tail? Why is it different from mine?"

She seemed to hear a suppressed moan in the blur, and she shook her head hard, shaking out a sliver of clear thought, "No, you humans don't have tails. The tail doesn't grow in this position either. My tail..."

Jenny was looking back to find her own tail as physical evidence, when she heard a hoarse voice say, "Let go!"

Jenny felt that he said these two words through gritted teeth.

The dim light and shadow in the bedroom turned half a circle in front of her eyes. Jenny blinked, and found that she had been pressed under Sherlock's tall body instead.

Jenny was still thinking about something, and discussed with him in a low voice: "Can I see your 'tail'?"

Her answer was a longer and deeper kiss.

Although 23 years ago when she ran out of the woods, she set the grand goal of "promise with her body", but Jenny has no idea what kind of "promise" is "promise with her body".

Now she seems to be vaguely aware of a point, but she can't fully understand it, and when she realizes that Sherlock's "tail" is not the same as her tail at all, she is finally at a loss , and called his name in a panic.

The voice that came out startled me again, it didn't seem to be my own voice, trembling with panting, and crying with aggrieved voice.

Jenny felt that when she called his name, his whole body tensed up suddenly, and his dizzy breathing became more rapid.

Jenny wasn't sure if her confused thoughts had been sober for a moment when her body felt the strange pain.

At first, her mind was indeed dazed by the unfinished alcohol, and later she was dazed by the transpiration of his hot skin, hot breath, and the strange and amazing pleasure pulsating deep in her body.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Jenny felt as if a layer of mist had formed in front of her eyes, and she could only see his vague outline in the mist, and nothing else could be seen, and nothing existed.

She never knew that people can be so intimate with each other.It turns out that she and Sherlock can still be so close.She loves it.

When the mist was about to clear, that vague silhouette came over and kissed the corner of her eyes lightly. She smiled, and he came over and kissed her again.She smiled even more.

It was as if a voice said in her ear: "Now you are mine, you can't go anywhere." There was a bit of arrogance and toughness she was familiar with in the voice.

Jenny was so tired that she didn't want to open her eyes, she snorted twice like a cat, and curled up into his arms.

Where can she go?He is here, she doesn't want to go anywhere.

The author has something to say: I will scold for you: stinking hooligan, let go of our cats!

So, I was thinking while writing, what if Jenny turns into a cat halfway through?Or what if cat ears and cat tails run out? ...Cough, tell me, you don't think about these evil things......