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

Mrs. Hudson, who was standing on the stairs on the second floor, was holding a white gift box in both hands. She turned around when she heard the sound of the door opening, and she was looking at Sherlock and John who entered the door at the same time with surprise.Originally, I thought that the noisy cold war between the young couple would last for a few more days, but I didn't expect to reconcile so quickly.Check it out!Even when they entered the door, they were still holding hands and sticking together. It was said that the husband and wife quarreled at the end of the bed. This is really true!

"Mrs. Hudson, is your hip bone feeling better?" Sherlock held John's wrist tightly, stood behind the door on the first floor, looked up at Mrs. Hudson on the second floor, and spoke first.

"Oh, I went to the clinic today and took some medicine. I feel pretty good."

"I can also see that you have been going to the clinic where John worked before, and the doctors there seem to have good medical skills?" Or that the male doctors seem to be handsome and handsome, which Mrs. Hudson likes?

"Really? Mrs. Hudson." John really didn't know that the place where Mrs. Hudson had been seeing her was his previous clinic!But he didn't see her memory in the clinic?

"This...don't I just want to find out if John is doing well?" Since it was an 'inquiry', of course it could only be done secretly.Mrs. Hudson felt that it was not easy for her. Thinking about the experience of going to the clinic a few times, her hip pain was unbearable, and she had to wrap herself in a headscarf and big sunglasses on a hot day, and she had to look left and right when walking. , Find a doctor and have to hide it, for fear of meeting John.At first, the patients, doctors and nurses in the clinic thought she had some shameful eccentricity!And if she tosses herself like this, isn't it because she is afraid that appearing in front of John will irritate this mentally fragile child?

Looking back on the past, Mrs. Hudson really felt so sad!

"Is there anything else you can do?" Sherlock asked lightly, pulling John up the stairs one after the other, and the two stood still in front of Mrs. Hudson.At the same time, Sherlock also noticed the big box in Mrs. Hudson's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a clear look flashed across his dark green eyes.

"Want to come in and sit down? Mrs. Hudson." After unremitting efforts, John finally got rid of Sherlock's imprisonment.He glared dissatisfiedly at the big detective next to him who was focusing on the box, curled his lips, reached out and took out the door key from his trousers pocket, opened the door, and after pushing the door, John warmly invited Mrs. Hudson Come in and sit down.He doesn't want to pay much attention to Sherlock Bastard Holmes for the time being, so let this guy stay where he is cool!

"Mrs. Hudson doesn't have time to sit in the house, right? Since the Chinese medicine you boiled an hour, three and 10 minutes ago can be turned off, according to my calculations, the medicine juice is almost dry, and the gas stove will continue to burn. There is a 98% chance that it will explode!" Sherlock shrugged, pointed in the direction of Mrs. Hudson's room, and threatened.

"My God! I've completely forgotten about this matter. Fortunately, you reminded me, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson put the box in Sherlock's hand, gratefully Sherlock patted his hand lightly, and ran down the stairs with a panicked expression.

"Mrs. Hudson!" John looked at Mrs. Hudson who was rushing down the stairs in a hurry, and became a little annoyed. She stretched her leg and stepped on it vigorously. She stood by the door and held a white box. On the toe of the detective's black leather shoes, don't think that if Mrs. Hudson is driven away like this, there is nothing he can do!

"John, what's the matter with you? I have to hurry to the kitchen, otherwise something serious will happen." Mrs. Hudson stopped on the third staircase and turned her head to look at John.

"Uh... I want to say, are you free to come up for lunch later?" John glanced happily at the big detective whose face was wrinkled in pain and wrinkled into a ball, and John cleared his throat, trying to calm down the uncontrollable upsurge mouth, continue to invite Mrs. Hudson.

"This...you don't need this?" Mrs. Hudson refused in a hesitant tone after she received Sherlock's swaying gesture behind John's back.

"But……"

"Then invite Mrs. Hudson next time. John, let's go first. Mrs. Hudson, you have to hurry back to the kitchen and be careful of the gas explosion. You don't want to rebuild 221B again, do you?" Sherlock held The box grabbed John's wrist again with one hand, and continued to urge Mrs. Hudson below in an alarmist manner.

"Oh yes yes yes! My Chinese medicine!!" Mrs. Hudson rushed downstairs again anxiously, but as if she suddenly remembered something, she stopped again and quickly turned around and shouted to Sherlock upstairs : "The box was sent by McCoff, and he left a message saying that you will definitely need it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Sherlock and the others to speak again, she hurriedly disappeared under the stairs and rushed back to the kitchen to look at her pot of Chinese medicine that seemed to be drying up.

"What's in this box?" With Sherlock's hand in his hand, John leaned closer to take a closer look at the box in Sherlock's hand.The white rectangular box is specially tied with a blue silk ribbon with a complex and beautiful pattern knot. It looks like a high-end and high-end gift. Thinking about it, it is true. No matter how bad the gift from McCauf is, it can’t be worse. It's a pity that there is no label or description on the box, so you can't tell what it is at all?

"They will be a good thing." Sherlock glanced at John and didn't say anything, but moved things and turned into the door on his own. John watched from behind the big detective who usually didn't move. They also went around the living room with great difficulty and carefully put the box on top of the bedside cabinet in their bedroom.

"Can I open it and have a look?" John leaned on the bedroom door frame, his eyes fell on the cabinet, his eyes were curious but his tone was calm.

"You really want to see it?" Sherlock asked after a pause with his hand still on top of the box.

"Is it something scary? Let's forget it." Although John was curious, he still understood the truth that curiosity killed the cat. He really didn't want to see something he didn't want to see. For example, some parts of the human body, dissected animal carcasses, or some shriveled objects soaked in formalin liquid that only Sherlock would like. for the sake!

"You really don't want to see it?"

"Oh, forget it." John crossed his hands and shook his head vigorously. He still wanted to sleep soundly at night.

"Don't worry, they are not something that would scare you." Seeing John's face, Sherlock knew what this man was thinking. He always felt that John's mind was easy to guess. Of course, for Sherlock In other words, anyone's mind except his brother Mycroft Holmes would be easy to guess.

"John"

"What are you doing?" John rolled his eyes and asked angrily when he heard this low-pitched coquettish voice.

"Come here" Sherlock beckoned.

"Why are you here?" Although he was reluctant, John still moved over slowly step by step.

"John, I'm sorry." He stretched out his hand and pulled John off. The two sat face to face on the floor with their knees crossed and stared at each other. Sherlock sincerely watched John's sincere and formal apology. The color of Sherlock's eyes became as clear and clean as emeralds, so beautiful that John couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking his eyelids.

"John?" Sherlock blinked uncomfortably, tilted his head, and looked at the dazed John in confusion.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Are you in a daze?" Sherlock curled his lips dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, what do you want to say." John's hand moved upwards, patting his fluffy black curly hair, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"I'm sincerely apologizing to you for only doing half of what we did last night."

"Then what do you think you did wrong?" John withdrew his hand, and then looked at Sherlock with his legs crossed and his face half-supported.

"Well, I shouldn't have run away from you, I shouldn't have run away after running away from you, and I shouldn't have called you back after fleeing to Mycroft." Sherlock wriggled his fingers expressionlessly. Counting his own crimes, and after finishing speaking, he pulled McCoff into the water very seriously, "The last thing is all McCoff's fault, he didn't call you even though he knew that there was something wrong with my hard drive. Report safe, it's not my fault... Well, at least half of me is not wrong."

In other words, his brother Mycroft was used by Sherlock to divide his crimes!

"so what?"

"So, I will properly compensate you for your loss!" After Sherlock finished speaking, he moved the box between the two of them, stretched out his hand to pinch the corner of the blue ribbon and pulled it lightly, and the box opened in front of John impressively. It turned out to be——

Condoms and Lube!

John blushed instantly and pointed to the things in the box, and stammered, asking, "This...these...what are they?"

"For God's sake! These are obviously the things Mycroft said we'd need?"

"Why did Mycroft send us these things!!!" God, John thought he should find a piece of tofu and kill him head-on!Why does Mycroft even take care of the private affairs of his baby brother? ! !

"Because the things we do need condoms and lubricants?" Sherlock looked at John's panic and annoyance with a blank face. He didn't understand what's so shy about it?What they are going to do is against the normal behavior of human beings from the perspective of human physiology. If no protective measures are taken, it is easy to cause problems. The gift chosen by McCoff is rarely what he wants, but why does John’s reaction so big?

"We... what are we going to do? I... I'm going to make lunch!" John stood up in fright, left the words, and rushed out of the bedroom in a panic.please!Should Sherlock be so unrestrained when he comes back?What the hell had Mycroft taught him last night? !

"Oh John, do you really want to leave at this time?" Sherlock deliberately elongated his voice, got up quickly behind John and rushed out, and threw John down on the sofa in the living room with quick eyes and hands, bowed his head Looking at John, who was blushing and unable to get away from the pressure, the eyes of this great detective were full of dazzling stars of joy.

"Otherwise, what else do you want to do?" John turned his head pretending to be ignorant, his two hands were still struggling desperately, and were soon tightly suppressed by the other two hands.

Sherlock stood with one foot on the wool blanket and knelt on the sofa with one knee. He lowered his head and leaned closer to John. His condescending hands supported the armrests of the sofa on both sides of John. His narrowed eyes stared closely at the computer with interest. The man who disturbed his brain system like a virus, is small and cute, with a round face and short soft brown hair. He is two years older than him next year, but his mind is occasionally kind and naive to an incredible level. A man who occupies a much more important place in his brain than his family than anyone else.

The two just stared at each other intently. Under the bright sunlight, the strong male hormones emanating from each other's eyes could still be clearly seen in the lingering eyes. They were attracting each other with a kind of lover's breath.

"John, let's discuss a new topic?" Sherlock stretched out his white and slender fingers, lifted John's jaw, and first broke the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

"But, don't you dislike it?" John lowered his eyes on purpose, and murmured with a sad expression.

Sherlock frowned, grabbed John's hand and pulled it. After John staggered to his feet, he stretched out his hand through John's armpit and the other hand through John's knee, making him tough with an undeniable gesture. He hugged the princess in his arms, then walked around the sofa and coffee table in the living room, walked briskly through the warm red and green wool carpet with orchid patterns and went straight to the bedroom.

"Charlotte... Sherlock?" When Sherlock threw him into the soft big bed, John was still a little unable to react, staring blankly at his lover who began to undress directly in front of him in broad daylight. The detective ...How could it be so bold and unrestrained by Mycroft j□j?Last night, when he seduced this man, he ran away at a loss. Today, he just went to Amanda to complain secretly, and the effect was unexpected, right?

Inexplicably, John felt that he would be crushed miserably today!May God bless him! !

"John, I was wrong last night, so tonight I will definitely compensate you well, as a qualified partner!" Sherlock promised John sternly.

He... Can he not ask for compensation?I'm afraid I can't bear it!

"John, although I haven't actually operated it, I have spent three hours at McCaw's this morning to store all the G-films and data in my brain, so don't worry." Sherlock paused. Suddenly, he threw the last white shirt he was wearing into the floor, and his strong and explosive body appeared in front of John. He slowly walked into the side of John who was already stunned, and knelt down on one knee in front of John, stretching his legs. She licked her thin dry lips with the tip of her tongue, and the deep and magnetic voice continued to ring in John's ear full of temptation: "I heard that it will be very comfortable, John"

With a 'boom', John's round face was as rosy and clear as blood jade, so he could only cover his face, try to shrink his body, close his eyes and pretend to be dead!

So, in Sherlock's eyes, John's tacit action, the big detective reached out to John's clothes unambiguously, gently tugged and tugged in one go, and finally threw it on the wooden floor.Sherlock looked at his lover's white jade-like skin with low interest, and his slender fingers slowly slid across the firm and flat lower abdomen. This man is his!With great satisfaction, Sherlock lightly stroked John's eyelashes, which were slightly trembling due to nervousness, and covered them up unresistingly. The comfort of the skin-to-skin tightness made the two of them make jj j sounds of satisfaction at the same time, and their bodies naturally moved tangled together.

"Sherlock..." John, who was under the strong pressure, clung to the man's strong back with fascinated eyes.

"John..."

"Uh... no..."

"You're so cute."

"Sherlock... no... don't... touch there... aha..."

"John, you are mine!"

Slight crystal beads of sweat appeared on Sherlock's sharp-edged face, and his eyes had gradually turned into an ink-like dark blue. His slender fingers snaked upwards from the flushed chest of the person below him, pulling John's hands Crossing on the top of his head, feeling that the man below him who loves him deeply is opening his body wholeheartedly and unreservedly for him at this moment, allowing him to get whatever he wants, Sherlock is full of inexplicable strong feelings and pious mentality, and finally slowly but firmly declared that it has completely occupied the man named John. H．Watson's man.The days are long, and the sunlight occasionally leaks into the bedroom of 221B from the gaps of the thick and thick window curtains, which is hazy. The phantom pillow is in the long position and the painting is done well, but the towel needs to be good