[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

#Christmas Eve Surprise: Throwing and Being Thrown#

221b Baker Street, Sherlock's bedroom.

Sherlock was wearing a shirt and suit pants, and his hands were tied to the bed.His eyeballs rolled around, as if he was about to wake up.

"Notte, you..." Sherlock opened his eyes, struggled subconsciously, but did not break free.He looked surprised.

"Sherlock, I hope you will like the birthday present I prepared." Notte stood beside the bed in a black slim-fitting floral dress.The way she curled her lips into a smile was unexpectedly charming and enchanting.

Notte went to unbutton Sherlock's shirt, and the deep V collar exposed a large piece of fair skin on his chest because of the posture of bending over.She deliberately slowed down her movements, picked up the buttons with her fingertips, and unbuttoned them bit by bit. Sometimes she accidentally let go of her hand, and her fingers ran across his chest through the clothes.

"North..." Sherlock whispered with a hoarse voice.

"Hush..." Notte put her finger in front of her lips and shook, "Today is my home game. Sherlock, leave it to me, okay?"

"Okay." Sherlock swallowed.

Notte smiled with satisfaction, and continued to unbutton the button.

It took her nearly a minute to unbutton the buttons, and then pulled the sides of the skirt: Sherlock's white chest was exposed to the air, looking like a delicious meal prepared for you to pick.

Notte licked the corner of her lips: she is ready to move.

There was a bottle of red wine on Sherlock's bedside table, but he apparently didn't notice it until Notte picked it up to pour a glass.

Nott shook the crystal glass lightly, took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face, "Same age as me. Sherlock, I hope you like it."

She took another sip and leaned down to kiss Sherlock.The delicate and light red wine mixed with the smell of the other party blended between the lips and teeth.It wasn't very intoxicating wine, but it made both of them panting and blushing when they separated.

Notte smiled, and poured the rest of the wine on Sherlock with a backhand.The cold liquid made his chest heave violently.

In the following program, Sherlock, who was as slow as Sherlock in this respect, could have expected it. He turned his face away slightly, his ears blushing from shyness or anticipation.

Nott licked the red wine off Sherlock's body bit by bit like adoration.She went all the way down from the collarbone, paused slightly in front of her chest, and bit the red dogwood mischievously, successfully hearing Sherlock's gasp.

Notte's tongue was twirling at the navel, she raised her body slightly and glanced at Sherlock: a blush appeared on her fair face, fine sweat broke out from the corner of her forehead, and her expression was full of forbearance.

Nuo Te's heart was touched beyond words: this man walked down from the altar for her, like an ordinary person, feeling happy, angry, sad and happy.How could she control her love?

"Sherlock, I love you." Notte said in a low voice, and then slowly stretched her hand down.

Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist, blocking her movement.Nott looked up in surprise, and Sherlock unknowingly untied the rope.

Sherlock turned over and pressed Notte under him, and he touched her face, "If you don't have the courage, don't force yourself. You have done a great job."

"Yeah." Notte responded in a low voice, putting her arms around Sherlock's neck.Who can say that Sherlock does not understand people's hearts and is not considerate?

A room of spring.

When he was in a state of confusion, Sherlock said in Knott's ear:

"s."

"i love you."