[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

In the middle of the cold winter night in London, when there is no one else, a taxi slowly stops at the corner of Macedonia Road, which is quiet and deserted. The door opens, and a man in a slender black windbreaker carefully half-holds a woman who smells of alcohol. The driver came out. The window of the car was slowly pulled down. The middle-aged gray-haired driver with a cold face due to working late at night was propping his elbows on the window and waiting expressionlessly for his taxi fee. He saw that there was a trace of anger in his brown eyes.

"Here you are, you don't need to look for the rest, just treat it as the cleaning fee for your car, I'm so sorry." Tightening the drunken woman in his arms, he could only use his other free hand With difficulty, he opened the brown leather wallet, and before he could count it, he took out the largest bill and handed it to the driver. Sincerely apologize for the trouble caused.

"Sherlock... Sherlock! How can you... how can you not want me... woo..." At this time, the woman leaning on his arms began to wave her arms vigorously again, her hands and feet slumped straight down limply, half-drunk Blinking his long black eyelashes half awake, shouting Sherlock's name hysterically, accompanied by a low crying sound from time to time, acting like a maniac.

"Jasmine, we're home, wake up soon." The man bit off the black leather glove he was wearing, and patted her face lightly with his warm palm, his tone as usual without any trace of reproach.

"No, I don't want you! I want Sherlock Holmes!! Yes... yes, I want... I want to break up with you, I must break up with you!!!"

"Jasmine, you're drunk!"

"I'm not drunk, as long as I break up with Tom Telford, Sherlock will accept me... woo... I want Sherlock... Tom help me... woo... find Sherlock..."

It turned out that this was the young couple Tom Telford and Jasmine Amber who returned to the same residence late at night.

"Young man, if your girlfriend is having trouble, just coax her well. My wife often fights like this with me, so just bear with it." The middle-aged driver originally had a hangover because of the pair of female passengers who took the last bus. The back seat vomited in a mess and kept his face tense with anger.However, when I saw this beautiful girl standing on the corner of the street who was still yelling to find another man because she was drunk, she couldn't help but turn her eyes into sympathy when she looked at Tom. It was enough for him to wash the car twice, so he kindly persuaded him.Then, he waved to the two little lovers who were at odds, closed the window, started the car and drove away quickly. Who wouldn't want to go home early in this freezing weather?

"Oh, this is not something that can be solved by coaxing..." Watching the taxi leave, Tom smiled wryly, and stretched out his hand to gather his coat. I really don't know whether it is the cold winter night in London or his current heart. chilly?

"vomit"

"Okay?" The body was pushed away violently, and when Tom came back to his senses, he saw his girlfriend squatting on the side of the road, holding her chest and began to vomit again.Quickly opened the bag belonging to Jasmine in his hand, took out the tissue, bent down and squatted beside her, after Jasmine finished vomiting, put his hands behind her back to help him breathe, and used the tissue to help her wipe away the dirt from the corners of her mouth Wipe it clean, "I know you're in a bad mood. I shouldn't have promised you to go to the bar and get drunk after you came out of Baker Street. Now you know what you've suffered? And there's work in the hospital tomorrow."

"Sherlock..."

"Is that great detective just that good? It's worth you to torment yourself like this? Aren't I pretty good too? I have money, a house and a car, and I'm handsome, not to mention that I have a good personality. The most important thing is that I like you." Is there anything I can't compare to Sherlock Holmes? I see you..." Reaching out through Jasmine's waist and knees, she easily hugged the petite woman in her arms, turned around, and bowed her head. While complaining loudly, he walked steadily towards the two of them' homes.

Under the streetlights in the empty street, the whining and low-pitched complaints from time to time fade away until they disappear...

The words are divided into two parts——

In the evening, after the guests left, 221B returned to its usual tranquility, but the great detective Sherlock still maintained his dignified appearance sitting on his exclusive red sofa, with his brows furrowed, his hands folded at the corners of his lips, and his eyes tight. Staring at the wall, it seems that he has completely fallen into a state of ecstasy.

Letting Inspector Lestrade leave after sending off the last one, John, who had just returned to the second floor, glanced at Sherlock helplessly, and automatically and consciously went to the kitchen to work hard for a while before making a pot of sober tea He brought it out and placed it on the coffee table, then sat on the detective's red sofa armrest naturally, stretched out his hand to caress the handsome and sexy face of this man, with his forehead pressed against his forehead, and asked with a smile: "Honey, what are you thinking about? "

"Jasmine Amber." Sherlock blurted out without thinking, and frowned angrily after he reacted quickly.Originally, he didn't intend to tell John about what happened in the kitchen today, but he was so defenseless against this man that he was asked out in one sentence!Could it be that his brain was corroded by wine today into a goldfish head?

"Oh, what did Jasmine say to you in the kitchen today? Did she confess to you?" John's downcast eyes flashed with displeasure, and the corners of his mouth curled up to guess.He's not a fool, how could he not see what must have happened when Jasmine went into the kitchen with Sherlock today?What happens when a man is alone with a woman who adores him?You can guess without thinking!However, seeing that Jasmine came out following Sherlock with red eyes, John also knew without guessing that his detective refused, which broke the girl's heart again.

However, he was delighted to hear it.

"How do you know?" Sherlock looked up in surprise, and then plucked his fluffy black curly hair irritably, "Well, this kind of thing is simply obvious."

"What did she tell you?" John lowered his voice earnestly, even if he was upset, he still wanted to know the content of the confession.

"Jasmine said that she is the person who likes me the most in this world."

"Sherlock, I also like you the most. Oh, you are my only sun, my only star, you are my sun, moon and stars, and I will only revolve around you, ah..." Immediately climbed up the pole, He can not only confess but also read love poems!She won't lose to Jasmine Amber at all! !

"John!"

"Sherlock, you are my only life, the most brilliant flower blooming in my life, like a blue rose blooming on a summer night, only dreaming of you..."

"Shut up, I've got a headache!" For God's sake, didn't John know that the only thing he hated in his life besides opera was love poetry? !

"Okay, I'm jealous." Slightly parting his close forehead, John stared closely at his sea-blue eyes changing under the light, curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I've always been jealous of Jasmine Amber. Two years You didn’t tell me about your plan to fake your death before, but you told her! For two full years, more than 700 days and nights, I was the only one who didn’t know that you were still alive, and I was the only one who missed you so much that I couldn’t bear to die Alive. I stood in front of your tombstone with sobs and begged you not to die for me, and give me another miracle to stand in front of me alive! But she knows everything. Does this prove that she is more important than me in your heart? "

John never denies that Jasmine Amber is a good woman. She is beautiful, has a good personality, and shares hobbies with Sherlock. The most important point is that this woman loves Sherlock deeply. Unfortunately, all love in the world is selfish and What can't be shared, he hopes that Jasmine can get happiness, but he doesn't want this happiness to be given by Sherlock.

Jasmine made John feel threatened. She was a woman who could occupy a place in Sherlock's heart. Although she seemed to retreat temporarily, John knew that the truth was never as simple as it seemed on the surface.Especially when Jasmine looked at Sherlock with a more determined and fiery gaze since she came out of the kitchen, it was obviously a woman's gaze that was unwilling to give up easily!John didn't like someone, male or female, staring at Sherlock with such possessive eyes!Sherlock can only be his, and no one is allowed to take this man away from him, otherwise, only God knows what he will do at that time! !

"No one can match you." Sherlock replied calmly.No one in this world can match John's status in his heart, this is an undoubted fact.

"Really?"

Sherlock looked up at John, loosened his body that was stiff from sitting in the same posture for a long time, wrapped his backhand around John's waist, pulled him into his arms, and lightly bit his round earlobe. She asked calmly: "John, why do you care about Jasmine? I know she likes me, but I like you."

"Because you care about her."

"I do not have."

"No, no, you have!" John shook his head, with a depressing look on his face.

"Your head, which has been underused and is obviously about to rust, how can you see that I care about Jasmine? I said no, I didn't. I didn't like her before, and I won't have any thoughts of crossing the line towards her in the future. " Sherlock reached out and lifted the back of John's hand, kissed it intimately, and warned, "Stop thinking about it!"

"I……"

"?"

"if……"

"John, I'm smarter than you, but I'm not so heaven-defying that I have the superpowers of mind reading and foresight. If you don't tell me, how will I know what you want?"

"If...if you...you really don't care about her, then why don't you be with me...and me..." John lowered his head nervously, rubbing the corners of his clothes nervously with his hands, stammering There is no reason why.

"How are you?"

"Make love to me!" John growled.

Well, 221B has two freshly baked red tomatoes at once.

Now that the words have been spoken, John will fight it out. Is it just me? With Sherlock's emotional idiot level, God knows he won't be enlightened until the year of the monkey? !John, who cheered himself up in his heart, finally stretched out his hand tremblingly, held Sherlock's sharp-edged face, and brought his lips close to the beautifully shaped sexy thin lips.

The two of them stared at each other with wide-eyed eyes, and their lips were pressed tightly together. Sherlock opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but John's tongue slipped in, out of order. Rampage in his mouth.With both hands free, Sherlock helped the man who was straddling him eagerly but trembling with nervousness, stretched out his arms to wrap around his slender waist, and held him tightly in his arms, and kissed him back fiercely, Rolling up the tip of John's tongue and holding it in his own mouth, entangled and exchanging each other's body fluid that still slightly smelled of the sweet and fragrant red wine, and then Sherlock, still unsatisfied, directly entered John's slightly opened mouth along the posture, soft His tongue swept over the palate and licked the white teeth, patrolling every inch of his territory as if he was plundering the city.

After a French kiss that lasted several minutes, the glittering silver thread remained between the separated lips. It was pulled like a broken thread, extended and eventually broken like an overwhelmed one. It slipped on each other's snow-white inner shirts, revealing a slight transparency. taboo colors.

Sherlock continued to peck John's red and swollen lips again and again, and after John's breathing finally returned to normal, the two kissed again as if they were eager to prove something.

At this time, John's face was pink, his red and swollen lips were slightly parted, and his breath was burning hot. He had unknowingly opened his clothes, and his snow-white shirt was unbuttoned and half-loose on his wrists. His white and firm chest The two smears of red cherry on top exuded a seductive luster, and Sherlock couldn't help leaning towards them instinctively.

"Ah... Sherlock..." John reached out and hugged Sherlock's fluffy and soft black curly hair unsteadily, he didn't know whether he wanted to push away or get closer to the red cherry that held him, and licked and sucked back and forth. Feeling that the man's hands were stroking his sensitive waistline more and more presumptuously, John bit his lower lip lightly, shaking his body but he didn't want to resist, so he could only get closer to this man helplessly, letting him Give and take.

John wants to catch this man, both physically and mentally must be firmly in his hands. Men have always been animals whose lower body talks, and Sherlock is no exception!

but--

"... Sherlock?"

"John, I..." Sherlock panicked and wanted to reach out to help John who had fallen under the soft wool carpet.Looking at John who hadn't recovered yet and looked dazed, Sherlock felt that he really didn't intend to push John down on purpose, he...he was just... just a little at a loss!

That's why I reflexively pushed this person away!

Sherlock felt that his whole body was attacked by a virus, his body was hot, his head was dizzy, his adrenaline surged, the blood in his whole body was flowing countercurrently, his brain was in chaos, and for the first time in his life, he was horrified to find that he was The proud brain can't control his emotions and body!Just now he actually wanted to overwhelm and occupy John desperately, let him cry and beg for mercy under him, imprison this person who only belongs to him, tear off his wings, and not allow anyone to see him let alone leave him , this terrible and uncontrollable emotion is much more serious than the last time when the bomb was dismantled in the subway!

This makes the detective who has never encountered such a situation panic instantly. No matter how dangerous or complicated the case is, he has never been so out of control. He can perfectly interpret any characters and emotions he wants to imitate. And it can be retracted freely, but John can elicit such a violent instinctive reaction from him, is this really terrifying?

"Sherlock, what's the matter with you?" John pulled out a stiff smile, stood up from the wool blanket and sat in Sherlock's arms again, looking up carefully at the rather ugly detective.

"John, I'll go out first." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, feeling that under John's inadvertent rubbing, his body began to react again, and the excited hormones began to swim from the nerve endings to the whole body Let's go, my mouth is dry, and the data in my brain has gradually started to run out of control and even start to refresh the screen.

"Sherlock, don't you want it?" John gently bit Sherlock's neck, his tone low and seductive.

"No, John!" Sherlock protested.

"Honey, we're just doing what's normal for a couple, don't be afraid."

"No, I need to calm down."

"Sherlock!!!"

John was holding a hot hand somewhere, but Sherlock pushed it away again, and then watched the only consulting detective in the world pursing his white thin lips and frowning, before he even had time to put on his windbreaker. Dressed in home clothes and a pair of cotton slippers, he pushed open the door and escaped from 221B in a panic!

or Sherlock.Holmes, you bloody bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! !