[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

I threw John into the safest corner of the house, and I would not allow anyone to see his cute face cooked just after he was on the verge of orgasm. He had a dissatisfied expression, as if it wasn't enough. Want to give him more.

I put my sticky fingers behind my back, stood up straight and watched the little nanny that John invited came up with the baby in her arms. Sherly was after school, and she was also standing in front of me with a small schoolbag on her back.

The next second, the little nanny gasped when she saw the height of my trousers, and covered the eyes of the two children with her hands.

I stood in front of her a little embarrassed and apologetic. What I was thinking in my head was not how to explain to her, but what excuses to use to get her to take the two children out, and it would be best to bring them back to me in the middle of the night.

When I proposed to extend the nursing time today, she rejected me as expected: "I am not the mother of these two children, I am just a part-time college student, and I have done my best to help take care of them."

"Okay." I can only help John here, I shrugged and walked towards her.

The little nanny yelled, raised her arms high, and blocked the little boy kicking around in front of her. She wanted to use little Johnny as a weapon to fight me, an amateur boxer who started boxing since she was 3 years old. Close your eyes and yell, "You freaking erection freak don't come near me!!!!"

I walked around her frowning, walked towards the bathroom, and spoke to her contemptuously from behind: "Stop being sentimental, I didn't get an erection for you."

For John, all for John.

Obviously, John and I have gradually returned to the previous "soul mate" mode of getting along.

In the past two months, I can count the number of times I touch him with the fingers of one hand. Sherly often sticks to her father with a stupid illustration book, pestering him to say that there is nothing logical or unreasonable in it. story.

And my dining table with countless formalin bottles has become a place to eat seriously, so I have to go to the medical school 17 minutes away from here for the experiment, and I spend a whole day there.

When the landlady is in a good mood and free, John will use his cleverness once in a while, sneak away from the children, and run over to sit in my laboratory for a while.

I raised my eyelids to look for his figure among the countless instruments. With his hands behind his back, he pretended to be wandering under the cabinet, pretending that he understood the contents of those bottles.

"This is a piece of toenail? A toenail soaked in a medicine bottle?" He leaned closer to the bottle and used his limited IQ to guess what happened to that astonishing miraculous toenail. That's why I arrested him and locked him in the bottle. Get up and soak.

"That's what the former duke was convicted of." I replied lightly, "This is a case from my youth, when you were still concentrating on picking up girls in the medical department of the University of London."

"Hmph, I graduated with full marks." John looked at me proudly: "I'm still their honorary alumni."

I focused on dealing with the dropper, and responded to John's gaze, "You like to watch me do experiments? Huh? You've been wandering around this small space for 3 hours."

John pursed his thin lips foolishly, raised his head and said with a little innocence: "In addition to my perseverance in chasing TV programs, I also occasionally have the spirit of delving into science. I'm curious about you What experiments are you doing?"

"I'm testing the blood of plants. You know that plants also have blood types. I'm interested in this recently." After I finished speaking, I looked back and continued to focus on the steps at hand, but I didn't give up chatting with him I am also surprised that I am not good at communicating with human beings, but I can chat with John for a day and a night. When we travel far, we can often talk from the moment we get on the train until we get off the train.

He listened to me very patiently.

I think he is the most patient person in the world with me, and I feel that every ounce of patience in his life is exhausted on me.

When I recovered from the experiment, John had already walked over to my shoulder from the opposite side of the table without knowing it. It seemed that he was very charming at the moment due to his attention. The lamp light on the table refracted on his short blond hair, creating a strange halo.

I want to kiss him a little bit, but I haven't thought about whether the timing of kissing is the best at this moment. My body has already leaned towards him involuntarily. John was taken aback and stared at my face approaching him. I couldn't help laughing : "You look like you're waiting for me to punch you."

"Oh damn, you always like to be slow like this. If you don't move, I'll give you a punch." John said enthusiastically and proactively, holding my head with both hands, and slamming his cute little mouth on my lips.

I have to say I was more than satisfied with the kiss, the best half-time I've ever had in a tedious experiment.

After John kissed me contentedly, he sat down on the round stool next to me, folded his hands on the table, and stared at me every step of the way. He is like those little girls who chased me in college. , Oh, I never mentioned such unimportant things in front of John.

In John's eyes, my relationship with a woman is half the end of the world, and it's hard for me to imagine doing these nasty things with anyone other than John. It would definitely drive me crazy or sick.

John suddenly sighed, smiled faintly, his eyes shone with a broken light that I couldn't understand, and he said in a low voice, "Damn, I feel so happy looking at you so quietly."

I raised my eyebrows, "To reward you for your words, shall we go out to a restaurant tonight?"

"Very well. Hope the kind Hudson doesn't kill me when I get home later."

"No, no, she definitely won't care. She likes children."

"Ah," John shook his head pessimistically, "maybe she won't say such things after tonight."

I laughed a few times beside me: "She can endure even me, nothing in the world can stop her."

John raised an index finger and wrapped it around the bangs on my forehead, "Yeah," he said softly, "But she can bear you because you are so unique and beautiful, Sherlock, you deserve everything nice noun."

This praise shone into my heart like the sun, my whole body was warm, and I felt a heart-warming feeling. I put down all the work in my hands, stretched my arms and hugged John, and let John lean against me like a rag doll. On the shoulder, he patted my shoulder softly, his breath sounded like he was telling me love words that no one else could understand but only I could hear.

I thought, my ten thousand year old ice had already melted into an ocean in his arms.

We went to the old restaurant for dinner as usual, John seemed in good spirits, he didn't seem to care about the teasing from the boss as usual.

In normal times, John would have stared blankly and slammed his fists on the table to defend himself desperately, "He's not my boyfriend, but I'm a straight man!"

But tonight, John shyly said to his boss, "Thank you for the candle."

The boss gave me a slightly surprised look, blocked John's view with the menu, and secretly raised a big finger at me on his chest, "Oh, Holmes, you finally got it."

I rolled his eyes at him and drove him away with impatient eyes.

"What are you signaling?" John glanced up at us from the menu in his hand.

"There is no secret signal, doctor, I wish you happiness." The boss said and quickly slipped into the counter to hide.

John stared at me blankly, "Sherlock?"

I calmly said: "John, don't worry about it, you have to get used to it slowly, I believe you will get used to it, becoming Holmes' girlfriend or something, this matter will always be made public."

"Oh God." John raised his hands to support his forehead, "I'll try my best to adapt. Wait a minute..." John's dull head reacted, he stared at me, and protested dissatisfiedly, "Hey, I'm not a girlfriend! No matter how you look at it, you look more like a woman, and your hair can be braided."

I shrugged, "It's up to you, John," I smiled, "But I think, as far as the bed is concerned, you like me treating you like a girlfriend."

"Fuck you..." John's voice trailed off, he tried his best to focus on the menu, and he honestly stopped contradicting me.

When we got home at 9 o'clock in the evening, Mrs Hudson quietly walked down the stairs and said in a low voice, "I thought you were going to the hotel to get a room, and you won't be coming back tonight."

John blushed all of a sudden, and his two little ears were red as if they had been frozen. I looked at him inexplicably. Is there something in the old lady's words that should make him shy?

We took off our coats facing each other in the living room. I accompanied John up to the third floor. He squatted next to the small wooden bed, kissed his daughter's forehead, and then picked up his little son from the crib. John ruthlessly Cruelly abused that chubby little face with his stubble, almost waking the child up, John hurriedly put Little Butter, who was gurgling in sleep, back into the bed, and carefully covered Johnny with the quilt.

His child has his genes fused in it. Sherly has John's hair and nose, and Johnny has John's eyebrows and mouth. They are the continuation of John's blood and are the beautiful products of John. When they grow up, they will have John There will be a shadow of John in it.

I stood by the bed and watched him help the child tuck the quilt, and my heart throbbed violently for a moment. I don't know why my heart was pounding. I think he is so gentle at the moment.

I grabbed his arm and looked at him.

John turned around beside the crib, looking at me suspiciously, "What's the matter, my Sherlock?" he whispered.

"John..." I realized that my voice was trembling strangely. I stuffed my other hand into my coat pocket and pinched the small hard box hidden in the silk interlining. I looked at him. After a few long seconds, I mustered up the courage to take out the box, and I saw my fingers trembling.

And John froze, he was bewildered watching me conjure up such a scary little thing.

I opened the small blue velvet box, and there was a very simple ring inside. I pinched the ring with two fingers, put it under the tip of his nose, and asked him in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

John let out a strange whimper, and he immediately covered his mouth with his hand, for fear of waking the child, he mumbled, "Suddenly you're going to hell..."

I was so emotional that I grabbed his left hand with trembling hands and asked him again: "John? Can you?"

"Damn..." John suddenly choked up, and I saw him nodding, he nodded twice in a row, hoarsely like a speechless person, "Okay, my God..."

I put the ring on his ring finger, the size is just right, not too big and not too small, it fits perfectly.

John raised his hand and looked again and again, I wondered if he was checking to see if the ring was real, judging from his expression, he might think he was sleepwalking.

"I love you, John, let's get married." Oh, in response to this sentence, I should get down on one knee, I should do it, and just as I was about to bend my knees, John threw himself on me and hugged me.

"You used this trick so weirdly that my heart almost jumped out." John said softly in my arms.

I hugged him, rubbed the back of his neck with my fingers, and whispered in his ear, "I originally wanted to talk about it tomorrow night...I couldn't hold back."

I’m telling the truth, I’ve even booked the restaurant and flowers, and just now I saw him saying good night to the children, I think I have to marry this man immediately, immediately, immediately, without delay, so I Less than 24 hours after I bought the ring box, my head popped out of my pocket and it was completely revealed.

I asked again with unease, "So John... would you... marry me...?"

John was silent for a moment, and that moment was like weeks, months to me.

He gave a short acknowledgment at first, then said, "Yes, Sherlock, I've got the ring on, haven't I? I'd like to marry you."

I was so happy that I almost jumped up to the ceiling. I hugged him and let his feet off the ground. I was about to hug him and circle around the room happily. John stopped me, "Hey! I don't want to wake up these lovers. Cry ghost!"

"Oh, you're right." I put him down obediently, and walked downstairs holding hands with him, John looking at his ring all the way.

He seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, and said in disbelief: "You are amazing, Sherlock, first you asked me to come back to live, then let me sleep in the same room as you, and then brought our two children here Yes, and then you... proposed to me... After going through so much, how could I refuse you... You have planned all these things, right? "

I denied him, "This is not the most confident plan in my life, my John, you can say NO anytime, anytime, you can refuse to live with me again, you can also protest that I share a room with you, even We slept together, you can also kick me out of bed, if you know how worried I was when I asked you to move back, you will definitely laugh at me for half a year with my little braid. I am worried that you will leave, Just like you walked away with other women twice before."

John stood by the stairs and looked at me, "So you want to put a ring on me?"

I smiled, "Yes, John, I want to trap you and keep you by my side for the rest of my life, so that you won't be snatched away again."

John's face was burning, and he muttered, "It's really you, so suddenly in that room, I didn't even have time to think."

I used my fingers to test the temperature on his cheek, it was so hot that it made my heart hurt, I lowered my lips, imprinted on his hot cheek, and then moved my lips to his lips, every time I kissed him, the reaction I got would be Surprise me, John Watson never bores me, never will.