[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

I squeezed up the stairs with him, and I felt that although he was 36 years old, he was still the adult baby with a failed emotional intelligence development described by the sheriff. Sherlock's personality was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. , a face like an ice sculpture can freeze people to death, but in fact he loves to laugh and is full of emotion. He always has unique insights into works of art. Famous painters were born in his family, and his musical attainments He is tall, he likes to dance, he must have secretly danced solo in his own room behind my back.

I think he could be a very romantic guy if he wanted to.

I stopped him at the door, and I said, "Sherlock, let me go in and change before it's your turn."

He frowned, "It's inefficient and a waste of time, we can change clothes together."

"I don't want it." I said and closed the door in front of the tip of his nose. His nose is very straight. I hit his arrogant nose bone more than once with my forehead. When he made me cramp, I I would go crazy to the point of jumping, and then deal with him out of control like this. I can be calm in a critical moment, but usually, in these relaxed daily life, I am just an ordinary person who is prone to emotional ups and downs. Some fans often put his The profile photo is blackened into a print, and then printed on a T-shirt and worn all over the street. If it were me, I wouldn’t wear such shameful clothes to go shopping, and wear clothes with his name and his face in public Dangling around like she was making a public show of love to him.

I just turned around in the room when the door opened with a bang, and the bastard who didn't knock on the door came in with a calm expression on his face.

I spread my hands at him, "I said you have to queue..."

"Little doctor, don't forget that you are living under the fence now. This small room belongs to me. I have been sleeping here since I was 3 years old." He began to take off his pajamas by the closet.

I watched his clothes leave his body, and his marble-like smooth back was exposed in front of my eyes. He put on a clean white shirt, his slender arms passed through the sleeves, and his fingers stretched gracefully in the air. He drew an arc and landed on both sides of his body. He noticed my eyes and my expression in the full-length mirror. Sherlock turned around and looked at me. Buttoning him, covering that spot.

It's useless for him to cover up, I have already seen the bullet hole in the center of his chest, the scar is very old, and there is a ring of ugly stitches the size of a finger on the original white and flawless skin, I am facing his shirt The scar at the bottom couldn't talk to him, I quickly lowered my head, turned my back to him quietly, and I started to take off the belt of my nightgown.

He died twice before my eyes.

I put on my shirt in silence, then put on my trousers, I zipped up my trousers and tidied up the hem of my shirt, then put on a wool sweater, I turned around and looked at Sherlock again, he was already dressed quickly , the suit was neatly dressed, he smiled again, and took a washed coat from the hanger, he held the shoulder of the coat and held it behind me, I thanked him gratefully, and stopped complaining about him With many hands and many feet, he put on his coat under his thoughtfulness.

I greeted his parents when I passed the living room, and Sherlock took my hand and led me out to the gate, and before the door closed, I heard the voices of the old men and women grunting inside the house again.

My face turned red all of a sudden, damn it, why did I have to let him hold hands when I walked two steps, I should get rid of him, why couldn't I be cruel enough to get rid of him.

His fingers are often exposed to alcohol, the nails are quite clean, the pads are white like snow, a bit like a doctor's hand, more like an artist's hand, slightly nervous outline, pale, strong, I often feel that his finger joints can be pinched Crushing the enemy's skull, but now, he is holding my palm gently, as soft as my hand is made of sponge cake.

I tightened his palms tightly, we were both sweating, the palms were hot and humid together, he lowered his head and smiled at me, my heart stopped for a long time because of his smile.

We walked through a dense tree shade, turned into a path, and a quaint mansion covered with vines and moss appeared in front of me. I looked up at its ancient bell tower, and the dusty stained glass reflected the In the midday sun, there are birds nesting on it, and now they have flown to other places for the winter. The empty bird nest looks particularly bleak, and the abandoned mansion is so big that it can be called a manor.

"Holmes Mansion," Sherlock said, looking up like me, "my great-grandparents used to live here, and the grassy place used to be a horse pen, and then our family fell down and moved to the small house .I would come here for half a day when I was young and bored."

I snorted, "I almost forgot that you are an aristocrat, and aristocrats specialize in perverts."

Sherlock then stared at me, his misty pupils sparkling with light, and he said intently, "Anti-social is not a pervert."

I stared at him for a while, then asked him, "Please tell me what your refrigerator is for?"

"Freeze my head and your yogurt."

I shook my head and nodded reluctantly, "Okay, I was wrong, you are not a pervert, I am, 221B is so scary, I can still live with you, I am a pervert."

He grinned, "Oh, you're not, you're just a disabled person who occasionally goes to see a therapist."

"Are you saying I'm mentally ill?"

Sherlock squinted at me, no smile on his face, and I licked my dry lips, "Damn, fuck, damn it, even if I'm going to see a psychiatrist, so what, I'm still a normal person, I'm a normal person." I shook off his hand and walked forward.

Sherlock caught up, and he sprinted beside me to keep up with me, "John, you never needed to see a therapist when you lived with me, but you were married twice, and after you moved out you went to see a therapist every two months." You have to go to a follow-up visit, and you will have nightmares again as soon as you leave 221B, what does this mean?"

"Does that mean I'm a complete psycho?"

Sherlock grabbed my arm so hard that I nearly fell, and I glared at him angrily.

Sherlock's eyes almost pierced me, stabbed me, and he said, "That's not what it means at all, you know that once you leave Holmes you can't do it, you can't live without me."

I clenched my fists on both sides of my body, I heard my heavy panting, and I said in a low voice, "You are so self-righteous, bastard, I can't afford to spend the rest of my life with you, why can't John Watson live without Holmes Yeah, damn it, why? Where did you get that?"

Sherlock raised two eyebrows, and I think he was about to spit fire from his nose, he said through gritted teeth, "What if you admit it honestly once?"

I grabbed my neck and yelled at him, "What the hell do I have to admit!"

"You have already admitted that you love me! It doesn't matter if you admit that you can't live without me! Come on you! John Watson! Duplicity hypocrite, you have loved me for so long, if I hadn't accidentally opened A recording, on what day will you be willing to say it."

"I'm a fucking hypocrite, I'm fucking... fuck, what you're saying is that I'm fucking hypocrite in your heart."

"Yes, hypocritical little doctor." He said decisively, "You speak love words to those women, every wife of yours every day, and you don't hesitate to give them your love, but what about me? , In the past 9 years, what have I gained except being left alone by you? Do you have to tell me the truth when I really die, until I lie in the coffin like your wives Going to the incinerator, will you lie on the floor and cry and confess how important I am to you, you cowardly villain who dare not even tell the truth..."

I don't know how my fist got into his face, my knuckles were burning, I pulled my hand back, the pain in my stomach writhed with anger, I was a little nauseous, I felt very uncomfortable, I felt I'm sick, I'm going to pass out, I stare at his swollen cheeks, there's a smear of blood running down his cheeks, Sherlock pinches his nose angrily, and tilts his head back to stop his nosebleed.

"Sherlock... you're talking too much..."

He raised his other hand, straightened his index finger, and squeezed my lips hard, "Stop talking, I hate you."

I stared at him, still pressing his fingers on my mouth, I really wanted to bite him hard and make him roll on the ground in pain, I mumbled between his fingers, "You? Hate? Me?"

Sherlock wiped a nosebleed with his fingers, then lowered his head and snarled at me, "Is it that hard to be with me!"

"Haven't I been with you all the time?" His fingers pulled me away, and I was free to fight back, "When the fuck did I leave you? Which bastard between us evaporated two times in the world?" Year?"

"It's those two years again!" he growled.

I thought he was about to jump up and explode like gunpowder on the spot.

He yelled, "It's only been two years!" He stretched out his hands to hold my head, his palms squeezed the flesh on my cheeks, he stared at me deeply, and suddenly lowered the corners of his mouth in aggrieved way, "It's only Two years..." He lowered his voice and said melancholy, "Can't you wait for me any longer? Even if you wait for me a few months longer, you are actually engaged to another woman just like that. The first thing I return The thing is to learn how to not be a fool at John Watson's wedding. I watched you exchange rings. It's Sherlock Holmes, do you understand me?"

I blinked vigorously in his palm, my eyelashes were almost wet, and I heard my nasal sigh, I took a step towards him hesitantly, I took another step back, and then I Lost, I'm defeated, "Damn." I cursed, threw myself into his arms, put my arm through his armpit, and tightened his back hard, where Sherlock was trembling all over, he His cheek was next to my hair, and his arms were also tightly hugging me. The force almost wanted to press me into his body, and I was about to suffocate.

"It's all too late." He said in a low voice.

"Is it still too late? It's been so long." I rubbed against his arms.

"It's not too late, my John, it's just right, I'm here, you're here, just right."

He looked at me, and I raised my chin slightly towards him, and tiptoed towards him, Sherlock was so tall, I had to tiptoe hard to touch his lips, and I was close to him At that moment time stopped.

I closed my eyes and indulged in this kiss. I have never experienced such a kiss. There is blood and sweetness, regret and annoyance, and more tolerance and forgiveness. I can't tell who forgave whom. , since he said it was still too late, I decided to believe him this time.

I pulled my hand from his back, passed his chest, put it on his shoulder, I stroked the nape of his neck, my fingers dug into his hair, I rubbed the curls on the back of his head obsessively, Sherlock's kiss The technique is awesome, I panted lightly, breathing hotly in the whirlwind, he sucked the root of my tongue obsessively, my tongue was trapped between his lips and couldn't be retracted, I couldn't help whimpering helplessly, a pass A shiver of excitement hit me, my belly went limp, I couldn't stand still, Sherlock held my back firmly, he opened his eyes and looked at me between kisses, and sucked my lips , asked me vaguely, "Are you comfortable?"

"It couldn't be better." I murmured indulgingly.