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

221B Baker Street

"I can't understand, why do we have to take a taxi home?!" The two returned to 221B late at night, still smelling of alcohol, and John didn't care about the ugly face of the driver who dared not speak out, so he slammed him vigorously. At the taxi door, he stomped angrily towards the door of 221B, stood still, turned around neatly, put his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo, and continued to do what he hadn't done in the car—angrily staring at that Youyou Youzai who had rented out the taxi. Sherlock walked around slowly after Fei.

"John... I thought you knew how unfessional that 'hearse' was?" Sherlock replied nonchalantly as he walked towards John's furious look.

"Oh~ you are self-centered! Hegemony!!" God knows!Even if it was a hearse, he wanted to sit comfortably back on Baker Street, instead of staying outside the freezing Langham Hotel after ten o'clock at night with this stubborn and self-willed world's only consulting detective, waiting bitterly. It took more than three hours to intercept an empty taxi - enough of it at the end of his wedding day! ! ! "Also, since you don't want to ride in that white Rolls-Royce, why did you refuse McCoff's kind offer?"

"Tsk~'good intentions'? These two words have never been in Mycroft's dictionary! More importantly, even if I am killed, I will not sit on the enemy's frame!"

"Sherlock, I don't want to repeat it again." John took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, why does this brat in his family hate his brother so much?Singing against Mycroft seems to have become accustomed to and naturally become Sherlock's obsessive-compulsive disorder.At this time, John couldn't help but feel wronged for McCoff, and asked angrily, "Mcoff is your brother, not your enemy! Our wedding was organized by your enemy, and your best man is still your enemy." Well, why didn't you say 'don't kill me'?"

"I was forced to."

"Mycroft is worrying about you. It's not easy for him. Can you stop targeting him all the time?"

"John... No matter what you say, I still hate him." Sherlock thought about it seriously, and then told John his answer seriously.

"..." So, is he wasting his saliva?

"My God! I thought you would stay in the hotel's bridal suite tonight and spend a sweet and happy night together~ Why did you run back to 221B again?" Mrs. Hudson was wearing a set of pink silk pajamas , opened the door with a bag of garbage in his hand, and stepped out of the door frame wearing the same pink fur slippers, his face was full of the same picture when he saw Sherlock and John at this time and this place Unbelievable look.Think about it too, usually married people come back in the middle of the night to spend their wedding night in a rented room?Did Sherlock's genius brain just happen to have a convulsion at this time?

"Ahem... Good evening, Mrs. Hudson~" John stretched out his hand and clenched his fist into his mouth, pretending to clear his throat.He greeted Mrs. Hudson with a polite smile from the corner of his mouth, and then sneaked a glance and stood beside him with his hands on his back, looking up and pretending to look at the moon, the stars and the streetlights, but he refused to look at Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock, you can tell at a glance that this big detective is pretending again!

This great detective pretends that the voice system is out of tune during the day, and wants to pretend to be a transparent person at night, right?

"John, did Sherlock get into some trouble again?" Mrs. Hudson glanced at John's expression clearly, and then finally pulled out the other fur slipper from the door frame, carrying a bag of garbage and He rushed to Sherlock with a snap, reached out and patted the detective's face, and asked unhappily: "Sherlock, what bad thing did you do again? Didn't you see that John was so angry that his face turned red? "

"Mrs. Hudson, you should know that we had a drink that night." Looking down at Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock stated expressionlessly.

"In addition to denying the suite at the hotel, denying the transfer in the wedding car, denying the transfer to McCaughey and everyone else, and then making us stand for hours on a windy street on our wedding night waiting for a taxi Apart from that, he probably didn't do anything else to make me more angry." John couldn't wait to blurt out the complaint, and nothing could make John more angry, resentful and wronged by the last bad wedding ending tonight.John deeply felt that standing on the street with still snowflakes in such a cold winter, he was very much like the little girl who bought matches in the fairy tale, the only difference was that the girl was holding a handful of matches, and he was holding It's just a curly-haired detective.

"My God! How could Sherlock do this? Sherlock..."

"John, your behavior is very similar to that of a kid in kindergarten who was beaten up and then complained to his parents." Sherlock could know 100% of Mrs. Hudson's next move even without reasoning. There will be no less than three 10 minutes of eloquent lectures without punctuation and pauses. For the health of his ears, Sherlock decisively decided to interrupt.

"Sherlock, who do you think is a kid in kindergarten who hasn't grown hair yet?" John frowned instantly.What he wanted to explain the most was that even if he beat him up, it would be Sherlock being beaten up by him, a former military doctor!If you have the ability, go to McCoff to file a complaint! !

"It's you!"

"Sherlock, I haven't finished my sentence yet." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock angrily.She hasn't even started talking about the wedding night yet, why is this brat so uneasy?Don't think she didn't know that Sherlock was just breaking the subject on purpose, he was the best at it.Originally, she thought that getting married would more or less change the life of this detective and former military doctor, but unfortunately the big detective used his actions to prove to her tonight: life is still going on, and he is still the lawless Sherlock Holmes .

It can be predicted that John will continue to live in 'dire straits' in the future!Oh~ her poor little John!

"Mrs. Hudson, I'll help you take out the garbage, you go to rest. If it's too late, the skin will become rough, the pores will become larger, and the bags under the eyes will sag! I know you will have a wonderful sex with Mr. Rhodes tomorrow A date in the park, right? If you don't look good, the date will fail!"

Sherlock pulled Mrs. Hudson's garbage bag, then naturally changed hands and threw it into John's hand, clapped his hands, and then put his hands on Mrs. Hudson's shoulders, half pushing and half pulling Hudson coaxed the half-believing Mrs. Hudson into the house, and when she walked into the gate of 221B, she didn't forget to turn her head and urge John, "John, hurry up and throw out the trash! It's freezing outside, aren't you afraid of freezing?" "

"Why am I going to throw out the trash? The trash can is three steps away from you!" John growled after recovering from a daze.

"Yes, it's just three steps away from you, so don't dawdle like that!"

"Sherlock, you bloody bastard, bastard, bastard!" Standing on the side of the cold wind howling bleak street, John held the garbage bag, gnashing his teeth, muttering, why did he marry this bastard? !Why? ! !

"Ms. Hudson was tricked by you to sleep?" John recalled that he didn't see any light in Mrs. Hudson's room when he went upstairs, and he presumably was frightened by Sherlock's words.Back home, while John took off his coat and hung it on the mahogany hanger behind the door, he casually asked Sherlock who was sitting in the living room. Sherlock had completely forgotten what he had just instructed him at will.At this time, the great detective was slumped on the sofa chair regardless of his image, his feet were carelessly placed on the glass coffee table, and he was fiddled with his piano bow in his hand. violin of the year.

"She is very eager to have a good date tomorrow, so of course she has to rest carefully, although it is doomed to fail." Sherlock stretched out his hands lazily to adjust the strings a few times, and then slid the bow. The tune began to pour out.John couldn't help frowning. It was one o'clock in the middle of the night instead of any time of the day, and the detective wanted to receive complaints from other residents again? "Sherlock, even if you are a little at a loss, it is still an unchangeable fact that we are married."

"I don't have one." Sherlock frowned with a bow on the violin.

"Oh~ Sherlock! I know you have. Although I don't know what will change after we get married, marriage will always change our lives more or less, but I believe it will generally follow a good track go ahead."

"You really think so?"

"Don't be too pessimistic, that's what I think!" Noticing Sherlock's unknowingly slack eyes and brows, John couldn't help laughing in a low voice.The various out-of-standard and unusual performances of the great detective tonight may be caused by uncertainty in his heart, right?Maybe even Sherlock himself doesn't know how uncertain and pessimistic he is about this marriage. Maybe this is the sequelae caused by the conflict between emotion and absolute reason that McCoff said?

"Who is pessimistic? I'm just afraid that you will regret it!" Sherlock pouted.He was not unimpressed by the best man's speech at the wedding banquet that night, as Mycroft and Lestrade said, he was indeed the most annoying, rude, ignorant person in the eyes of the world, a complete nuisance .He went to handle the case not to seek justice, but to relieve his momentary boredom and to provide a place for his head, which had been running at high speed, to vent.He can play with women's feelings without guilt for the case, or he can go to the most dangerous place alone as an undercover agent for a possible clue, regardless of his own safety, and he can even do anything to solve the case. He enjoys his life The pleasure of hanging on the line of life and death, he always bows his head high and despises the secular and moral laws.

Sherlock is not talking about him, but alluding to John for this one who will 'step into the grave' of marriage.

"Sherlock, after all, I am also a soldier who invaded Afghanistan!" John, with his short neck, couldn't help provoking the big detective.

"Oh~ a war hero?"

"That is."

"It's a pity that he's just a logistics doctor."

"A military doctor is also a soldier! So, I think it should be possible for me to fuck you." John pretended to rub his palms with enthusiasm, and looked at Sherlock, who had completely stopped pulling the bow in his hands. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.However, once this idea appeared, it took root and sprouted in my heart, quickly grew into a towering tree, and took firm shape.What would it be like if this clever, proud and invincible genius was crushed under him?Just thinking about it makes people feel fascinated!

John stretched out his pink tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. His gaze towards Sherlock became eager, and his body involuntarily moved closer and closer, so close that John almost touched Sherlock's body. , eye to eye, nose to nose, the corners of John's mouth slightly hooked, and his hands have quietly circled around Sherlock's waist, stroking the thin but thin skin covered by a thin layer of material with enjoyment. The firm and powerful skin slid down along the thin white shirt, and kneaded the same firm and elastic buttocks vigorously.

"...John, can I define you as X dissatisfied with life?" Sherlock threw the things on the sofa, and a black curly hair rested on John's shoulder, where John was most vulnerable But Dudu took a hard bite on his undefended neck, and after biting, he still didn't forget to stick out his tongue and lick a few mouthfuls gently.Gently breathed on John's round ear sockets, "It seems that our quality of life in bed needs to be improved. See, John, you are already dissatisfied with your desires."

John stepped back alertly, and stretched out his hand to cover his neck that was bitten sorely. It can be predicted that in the next few days, in order to go out to meet people, he will have to wear high-necked clothes or put on an OK bandage. Fortunately, it's winter and it's not strange to wear thick clothes. If it's summer, he will definitely step on Sherlock's instep angrily!

"Sherlock, you are a human and not a puppy, don't bite people randomly."

"John, you keep biting me in bed."

"...That was also caused by you! That's why I...I will..." John's face turned red in an instant, and he stamped his feet on the wool blanket resentfully, but those messy things flashed through his mind involuntarily. Memories, I was once persecuted by this unscrupulous detective in bed, and then I behaved shamelessly in this way and that way.

"So, we're even." Sherlock tilted his head, blinked innocently, with a pure and harmless expression.

"No, it's only fair to conclude that I should come too." John retorted unmoved.

Sherlock pursed his thin lips, and had no intention of speaking again. His green eyes, which were always absolutely calm and rational, were staring at John without blinking. There was only John in his pupils. Under the shadow of the long eyelashes, the slightly flowing and undulating emotion like the sea water suddenly turned into a big wave rushing toward John, submerging John in an instant.

Without giving John any time to react, Sherlock raised his hand and pushed him into the red sofa chair, then held the back of John's head and pushed John's lips slightly with a domineering kiss. The act of opening his mouth to continue discussing was completely blocked in the cradle, sealed his lips tightly, and swallowed all the words of dissatisfaction in his stomach.John looked dissatisfied but helpless, he could only pinch Sherlock's soft waist a few times, and then he could only respond to Sherlock's kiss.

Gradually, John's waist softened, and his limp body collapsed into Sherlock's arms. Only one pair of hands grabbed Sherlock's white shirt forcefully, and abruptly grabbed a white shirt on the newly-married custom-made white shirt. Two wrinkles.Seeing the opportunity, Sherlock didn't come back again. He squatted down on one knee on the side of the sofa decisively, reached out and grabbed John's waist tightly, and lifted him on his shoulders, easily carrying the former "war hero" on his shoulders. There is also a goblin fight between them. The war is about to be staged.

"..." John covered his face silently in his heart, and was carried on his shoulders like a sack. How could he, a former 'hero', have any face?

--harmonious--

John couldn't stand it any longer. Physiological tears blurred the entire eye sockets due to the strong rapidity, hanging on the eyelids, as long as Sherlock moved a little, they would fall down the round cheeks, especially It seems to be pitiful.Sherlock's figure was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and his palm was covered by another kind of palm with sharp joints, and his fingers were interlocked. Sherlock's lips seemed to still smell of wine, and the crying that was about to overflow was also covered by Xia Locke's mouth. Locke stuffed his lips, and could only let out a heavy muffled hum from his nasal cavity.

"Well... Sherlock... you... you slow down..."

"John... the war situation is very good, I have to step up the offensive~"

"Woooo..."

Sherlock bowed his head and gently pecked John's red and swollen lips gently again. His movements did not slow down, but tended to become faster and faster.John's eyes widened in a daze, his jj was torn to pieces, he could only stretch out his hands powerlessly around Sherlock's neck, crying and begging for mercy from time to time, calling out the name of the man who was galloping recklessly on him in a low voice, he He couldn't keep up with Sherlock's rhythm at all, so he could only give up on himself and let this person control him to go to that wonderful trip to Wushan.

The big detective used his physical actions on the big bed in 221B to allow John to experience it personally again. If he can counterattack, it can only show that Sherlock's brain system is down.

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