[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

I am used to getting up early, usually before the bakery opens. Unlike Sherlock Holmes, who has a restless schedule, he can stay up for three days and three nights. Once he encounters lethargy, he will not wake up for 24 hours.

I put my hands high above my head and did a wonderful stretch, with a tinge of sweet pain remaining in my body, all caused by the heartless Sherlock, it's hard to get a peaceful rest in the same bed with him.Thinking of the hot and lingering situation last night, his kisses fell on my back and my toes, God, he really refused to let go of any inch of skin on my body, like a glutton A recalcitrant little beast, I became shy when I thought of such unspeakable details like a honeymoon, rolled around in the sticky quilt, and then sat up shiveringly.

My hair is a mess and sticking up on top of my head, and I have a happy, contented smile on my face, and it's been a long time since I've woken up smiling like a fool, all the sweetness that Sherlock gave me.I crawled out of bed, picked up his royal blue satin nightgown from the chair, and put it on me. The fabric of the nightgown was very snug and comfortable, and it still smelled of Sherlock. The hem was very long and dragged on the floor. I put on my robe and planned to take a hot shower in the bathroom outside to refresh myself.

As soon as I opened the door of the room and stepped on the corridor with bare feet, I heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the dining room.

Immediately I applied the shallow deductive skills I had learned from Sherlock:

The house was burglarized?No, the time is wrong, it's past nine in the morning, and the weather is very nice, bright and sunny.

Sherlock was looking for his cigarettes again?No, he has recently had an extra object to tease, he is in a state of "not boring at all", and he is so energetic that he doesn't need the stimulation of nicotine at all.

The landlady is playing hide and seek?Just thinking about it is not realistic.

So there is only one most suitable result for the sound of rummaging for things in the early morning.

"Good morning, Anderson." I greeted the busy head under the table.

Anderson raised his head, his shaggy beard still hung on his lips, and his unruly long hair made him look like a homeless bum rather than a serious and dignified law enforcement officer. He responded vaguely, wearing gloves in the debris pile. Zhong kept busy, "Morning, doctor."

"You come to 221B to fight drugs again? Do you want coffee?" I walked to the cabinet, took a few cups from it, and started to boil water.

"Doctor's coffee? Of course I want it." Anderson buried his head and turned out a few cardboard boxes, retched in disgust, and picked out the rotting animal carcass inside, which was covered with green hair and emitted a strong mold Smell, he wrinkled his nose and picked up the thing with his fingertips, "God, what is this?"

"Bat specimen." I answered him casually. To be honest, I can't remember how many years this specimen has been in the box. At that time, Holmes was obsessed with dissecting bats. It hasn't been long since I came in, and I haven't had time to clean up the big garbage dump of 221B.

"I smell the aroma of coffee, please bring me a cup too." Lestrade walked down the stairs and threw two packs of unknown objects on the dining table. I recognized the items in the plastic bags, which could poison a hundred Powdered potassium cyanate for an elephant.

The sheriff, with his hips akimbo, stood by the dining table and watched me make the coffee, as if expecting me to be quicker, before he would die of thirst.

I poured hot coffee into the cup and pushed it over the table. The cup was thoughtfully delivered to his eyes. I asked by the way, "Is he unwilling to cooperate with you in solving the case? Are you here to blackmail him?"

"Oh, not this time, today I am purely here to help."

"What's the matter?" I was pouring my second cup, and Anderson stared at my cup greedily, it seemed that he hadn't had coffee in at least 300 years.

"Cleaning up." Lestrade picked up the coffee, blew on the mist, took a sip, and showed a satisfied smile. For a moment, I mistakenly thought he was going to tip me as a compliment.

I suspected that I heard it wrong, I handed over the coffee to Anderson who had been waiting for a long time, he took it with both hands, said thank you, then sat down on the dining table unceremoniously, and began to enjoy it.

"General cleaning? Is this a special code among you police officers? You are actually here to inspect contraband, Mr. Sheriff."

"No, doctor, I'm really here to help with the cleaning." Lestrade looked at me seriously and said, his hair is neatly cut, and he wears a black trench coat all year round. He is also an excitable person , like me, can't hide my feelings.

"I did hear that Sherlock was going to clean up last night, and I thought he was joking..." Before I could finish my sentence, a Holmes I had never seen came up from downstairs.

I froze and forgot I was pouring coffee into the cup, I couldn't believe it, I thought someone between me and Sherlock must be crazy, and that person was definitely not me.

Everyone on this earth knows that the famous and peerless detective is wearing the landlady's white lace apron and a section of the landlady's painted flower scarf on his head. Holding a feather duster from the landlady, smiling like a good wife and mother.

To be honest, I couldn't breathe with his amazing and frightening cross-dressing, I didn't dare to approach him at all, for fear of being accidentally bitten by him in this abnormal state.He's probably on drugs again, or he's taken some weird chemical by mistake.

The coffee overflowed from the cup, I burned my fingers, screamed, the coffee splashed and dripped onto my bare instep along the edge of the table, I jumped up because of the heat, and hurriedly threw away the coffee pot and coffee cup, The restaurant was in chaos like a battlefield.

Sherlock suppressed his smile, rushed over, grabbed my fingers, put them under the faucet and rinsed them vigorously with cold water, the pain quickly calmed down, and then he pushed me against the cabinet to keep me away from those dangerous hot water liquid.

"I'm really curious about your past, my little doctor, how did your amazing skills allow you to avoid the hail of bullets in Afghanistan?" He glanced sideways at the messy teacup that I knocked over the table , and then turned his eyes to my face, his eyes are very focused, he always likes to look at me with such focused eyes, as if I am the only scenery in this world.

This ambiguous gaze made me misunderstand that he was going to kiss me in front of everyone, and my ears turned red all of a sudden.

"I'm intimidated by how you look." I defended my skill.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"Uh... I'm fine, you're wearing a hijab you know?" My attention from my burning toes and fingers was all distracted by his attire.

Sherlock showed a smug smile, "How? It took me a lot of effort to figure out how to tie it on. There are 36 ways to tie the turban..."

"Wait..." I quickly intercepted the topic that he wanted to break down the 36 steps of tying the hijab step by step. Believe me, if I don't stop him properly, he will chatter like an old woman, and he can't find the switch. stopped.

I sometimes think Sherlock is the most chatty human being in the world.

"Sherlock, I don't have any interest in hooding, what I want to know is, why are you cleaning 221B?"

Sherlock held my shoulders, suddenly lowered his voice, his gaze suddenly became gentle, his expression reminded me of some obedient and well-behaved animal, his foggy eyes seemed to be able to squeeze out water at this moment, he kept using this This kind of sight that makes my legs weak looks down at me, avoids everyone, and whispers in my ear: "Don't you move out, okay? John? I will create an environment suitable for your two children to live in, and I will Let them spend a good childhood in 221B without worry, so you don't have to move a few blocks away, and I don't have to go there on weekends to sleep for two days. I want you, from my arms every day wake up."

Oh...god...that makes me dizzy.

That's why he cleaned up for the first time... oh my god...to keep me... I looked at him for a long time, and didn't know how to reply for a while.

Lestrade coughed twice at the side, interrupting our staring, Sherlock let go of my shoulders, and looked back at him coldly, his face was so tense that it was about to shatter, his voice was as cold and hard as a stone. Passed over, "What's the matter? Sheriff?" The voice sounded cold and heartless, and it was a different person from the time when I faced me just now.

Lestrade just looked at my nightgown quietly, showing a questioning expression, "Doctor, you look like you haven't been up for a long time. I just went upstairs to clean up, but you were not in your bedroom..." Lestrade suddenly As if he understood something, he squeezed his coffee cup, widened his eyes and said, "Oh! Could it be that you slept with the asexual Holmes?! Oh my God!"

Anderson immediately choked on the coffee, and then looked me up and down with weird eyes, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, it seems that his head is full of inexplicable reverie at the moment, I can't even think about the thought of this wretched otaku. The temple is being filled with horrific images about me and Sherlock.

I swallowed nervously, and immediately pulled my nightgown tighter so they wouldn't see the damn hickey on my neck, Sherlock just stood beside me, looking down at the top of my head, smiling all the time So, at this moment, the atmosphere was extremely weird, and I couldn't hold on in front of this group of people.

I silently avoided the onlookers of these people, got into the bathroom, leaned my whole body behind the bathroom door, and let out a long sigh, to be honest, although I have known Sherlock for so many years, others have already gotten used to it It made us a couple, but for me falling in love with Sherlock is a relatively recent occurrence.

Our first kiss was less than 4 months away today.

It makes me feel very ashamed to admit that I have had a relationship with Sherlock in front of people, naturally and honestly, it is very embarrassing.

But I still have to muster up the courage to face all this, this is a fact, I am determined to stay with Sherlock for the rest of my life, I am a couple with him, a real couple, not a fantasy imposed by others , and it wasn't Sherlock's wishful thinking.

I think my existence was created by the Creator to make him less lonely.

Everyone knows that Sherlock is a genius, but he has lived in a state of extreme loneliness since he was a child. I can't imagine how he got mixed up in this big dye vat in London before he met me. He has nothing worth talking about. A bosom friend, he only has his job, and his client, he never shows the slightest cowardice in front of others.But when he took off the aura of genius and the armor of a hero, he was just a naive big boy, a childish man, an ordinary ordinary person.

What if he wants to cry without me.

Half an hour later, I put on my go-out clothes. I had to go to the house of my two parents-in-law to discuss how to deal with the future of my two half-brothers. I stood in front of the entrance and was about to open the door to go out. Sherlock strode down from upstairs, I saw him still wearing that ridiculous hood and apron that couldn't help but smile, I smiled and said, "What's the matter Sher..."

Before I could finish my words, I felt a thick black shadow coming over my eyes, the back of my head hit the door with a sharp pain, my chin was lifted vigorously, and the flesh on my buttocks was pressed The big hands savagely squeezed into a ball, Sherlock used all the strength in his body to kiss me, I was trapped between his unreasonably twisted lips and tongue, and Sherlock lifted my hips and used his strong body The thigh muscles pressed affectionately against the private parts in front of me, ravaging me aggressively.

I couldn't help but let out a low gasp.

Sherlock hugged me tightly, kissed my burning earlobe, and whispered to me, "Go home early tonight. I'll wait for you."

I couldn't speak in his arms, I could only nod vigorously as if my soul was out of my body, God, what happened just now?I feel like my soul is not in me anymore.

I walked out of the house in a daze, and the apartment door of 221B was behind me!When it was closed, I couldn't find the direction to move forward. I squatted on the steps of the house, covered my face shyly, and it took a long time to have the strength to stand up. Passers-by who came and went looked at me curiously.

I stood by the street, clenched my fists in bewilderment and then loosened them sweetly. My heart was full of unexplainable tremors. I took a deep breath into my chest, and even the air became cold. It's so fragrant, I try to think about what I'm going to do next, damn it, if I can get such a head-turning kiss every day when I go out, I will definitely get lost as soon as I step out of the apartment.