[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 27 Sherlock

My physical strength has been greatly increased by John's body.

Apparently, John has also become more and more...how should I say, touching?Cheerful?happiness?hapiness?full of nutrition?I don't even know how to describe him. All in all, the most objective description is that he has gained weight again, and I can hardly hold him anymore.His complexion looked so nourished, and there was an inadvertent sexiness in his smile from time to time.

Another point is that he completely transformed me. I have been wearing an asexual hat on my head. Since I developed further with John, no one has mentioned this hat anymore. I think everyone starts from me. And John's face found the answer.

In other people, I still can't find any sexual impulse, and all kinds of sexy stunners can't tease my adrenal glands, but when facing John, he only needs to hint me a little bit, and I will be like a boil The kettle emits steam all over its body.

I can linger with John all night. In order to get the expression on John's orgasm, I am willing to get tired and squeeze the last drop of sweat from my body. Although I am tired, I will regain my energy after waking up with John in my arms status, after each sex, I will be more energetic and motivated than before, and I accidentally found that my smile has also become flooded, whenever I look at John's sleeping face snoring lightly in my arm, I feel There will be a very touching emotion inexplicably, and sometimes this touching will make me tremble uncontrollably while holding him. I often kiss his forehead behind his back when he is sleeping, and secretly thank God for letting me Meet John.

I don't understand what it is, but Mycroft's statement is: "It's because I fell on John's hands."

And what I can analyze is that the relationship between me and John was not love at the beginning, we were a platonic communication, a kind of spiritual communication, a kind of joint between souls, he lived and died for me, we The relationship between him and him is beyond friendship and love, or should I use the terminology of the emotional column, I am between love and friendship with him, just started the first year of cohabitation, before I faked my death, John’s and I The relationship gradually warmed up and lingered in ambiguity. Later, an accident happened to me, which strangled this relationship that hadn't had time to sprout.

It took me many years to make it up, and now, I have corrected all the stories back to their original position, as close as we were when we first met, the difference is that in the fusion of souls, there is also the addition of In addition to the physical lingering and attachment to each other, physical union may not be better than everything, but John is right, something is better than nothing.

John and I had a growing relationship, kind of like a real honeymoon.

Just when I started to pay attention to the preparations for the wedding, a phone call from Mycroft delayed the timing of the wedding.

I've just announced my marriage to the public via the Internet, and I'm waiting for everyone's reaction when Mycroft tramples on the carpet in my living room with his little black umbrella.

"Slow down before getting married, Sherlock." He stood upright, with his trouser pockets in his back, standing like my tutor.

I was slapping the air with a Poison Indian dart, and I gave him a casual look, "I've been in respite for years."

Mycroft remained silent meaningfully, and the golden dust in the light shrouded him. He broke the silence and said, "It's Serbia, Sherlock, the holy place where you hid for two years after your feigned death, and there are people who care about you."

"I'm out of Serbia."

"No, you didn't get rid of it, did you forget? I needed you to bring you back. You still have unfinished business there. You were born to slay dragons, and you go to slay dragons."

I twirled the arrow in my hand, nailed it to the wall above the fireplace, and turned my head to stare at him: "London needs me too."

"Of course, London also needs envoys of justice, but there is more urgency there." Mycroft didn't want to sit down. When he stood up all the time, it meant that he wanted to make a very strong speech, so strong that no one would disobey him. including me.

"In your eyes, I represent justice?" I smiled contemptuously.

Mycroft looked at me for a while, "That's what makes you different, isn't it? My dear brother, why are you different from other weird demons? Because you have a heart, you know compassion and love, and once you stimulate your inner heart Mercy, you will become very noble, you understand what justice is, and I believe that John also sees through this point of you, so he loves you so deeply. Don’t deny the difference, you are a hero, and you have to do what a hero does.”

"Anyone can be called a hero, but I'm not." I rolled my eyes at him, since he was a child, he liked to use this title of hero to suppress me, and John, he was also willing to regard me as a hero Hero, but I just simply like solving puzzles.

"You are a hero, and you have a heavy responsibility." Mycroft's aggressive eyes fell on my forehead anxiously, and he stared straight at me, as if expecting my head to burn, "Sherlock, why would you Keep solving cases? Why do you dislike those criminals doing evil in society? This is your righteous heart. You are born with a sense of justice. Don’t rush to argue with me. There are innocent people in Serbia Suffering, you have to save those souls who are sinking in dire straits, and only you can do it, not even me."

I clenched my fist and slammed on the arm of the sofa, "Mycroft! I hate Serbia! I hate the winter there!"

"I know you spent two very lonely and painful years there, and it was like hell to you, but this time you can take John with you."

"I'm not going to take John to that shitty place!" I growled almost out of control.

"You must go."

I gritted my teeth, fidgeting on the sofa, I was wearing a suit but barefoot, stepping on the soft carpet, my fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa, expressing my annoyance to him.

"Sherlock..." Mycroft spoke in that pitiful tone again, "are you afraid?"

I glared at him, "I'm not afraid."

"Of course, what you are afraid of is not fighting the enemy. You have never been afraid of evil forces. You are afraid of going there again to experience the feeling of being separated from John before, so I said, you pack him in your duffel bag, Take him with you."

"What duffle bag?" John was just walking back from outside the living room, holding a large paper bag of purchases in his arms, and from the creases in his paper bag and the grease stains on his sleeves, both Mycroft and I knew he had bought some. What came back, fresh ham tied with string, and some boxes of cereal, he put the paper bag on the dining table and looked back at Mycroft, "Are you going to play tricks on me again?"

"Oh, you just came back, my prospective sister-in-law." Mycroft looked up at him proudly, "I was 'begging' Sherlock to go to Serbia to perform a small task, and he refused to go because he couldn't bear you .”

John froze in place, I saw his cheeks turn red, John faltered, "How... of course... if it's urgent, he will go...I will persuade him to go."

"I told him to take you with me, book a good hotel there, and treat it as an early honeymoon by the way."

"Uh..." John frowned, "I don't think Serbia is a good place for a honeymoon...he has to leave sometime."

"Better now, right now," Mycroft said firmly. "My private jet is ready on the runway."

I jumped up from the sofa, my temper was a little grumpy, I was always rational, but when I lost control, no one could stop me, "I won't take John, an idiot, to Serbia!"

"Hey, Holmes, watch your words, I'm still standing here," John raised a finger to his lips and thought for a moment, "Serbia? Is that Serbia? The place where you were humiliated and tortured and even buried alive?"

I took a deep breath and answered him calmly: "Yes, John, that's right, that hell."

John thought for a while and said, "Indeed, Mycroft, I have to stay home with the kids..."

"I'll take care of the kids. I'll hire 12 babysitters to treat Sherly and Johnny like little princesses and little princes. At night I'll put them on the stars to sleep, and in the morning I'll take them off. Put them in the blue boat for breakfast, at noon I stuff them into feather piles to play baseball games, in the evening I invite them to swing among the rainbow and sunset, and when they are hungry, I feed them chocolate cakes in the shape of palaces.”

"Oh, that's exaggerating, but it sounds like you've got a knack for babysitting." John was quickly bought off by the sinister politician.

"That's how we raised Sherlock when he was a kid, and then he's got this spoiled, weird temper."

"That's pretty reassuring, then it'll be fine." John shrugged. "Shall I start packing now?"

"I didn't agree..." I held out a finger in front of John's stupid face, and warned him sternly, "Don't rush to make a decision for me..."

"Do you have juice and dinner on the plane?" John ignored me, and I was so pissed off that he had the audacity to ignore me, I realized I couldn't even blink.

Mycroft shrugged lightly, and said, "You can have anything you want, little doctor, if you want, I can get a dancer troupe up there."

"Great, but it's okay, I like a quieter journey." John boldly reached out and shook Mycroft in front of me, "It's a deal, Mycroft, I'll get Sherlock on the plane, and you take the baby for me , and I get a vacation to Serbia for free, which I think is a good deal."

Mycroft smiled slyly. "Excellent."

Half an hour later, I was forced to sit on the private plane arranged by Mycroft, watching the wheels leave the land of London, the white sheet cumulonimbus clouds solidified in large areas outside the window, the bright sun shone above the milky white clouds, and the sky There is an indescribable azure blue floating at the end of it.

I snorted at the scene outside the window and continued my cold war with John.

John sat next to me and said with a nonchalant face: "Sherlock, you haven't spoken to me for 30 minutes, won't you panic?"

"Humph."

"Well, I did make my own decision. I learned from you. Don't forget, I did this because there are people waiting for you to go and bring them hope and justice."

"Humph."

"Sherlock, remember?" John suddenly stretched out a hand and put it in front of my eyes, holding it up like that stupidly.

"what?"

"Ha, you're finally willing to say something else. I thought you'd be talking to me with cold snorts in this lifetime. Do you remember this?" John raised my hand and held it firmly, "You After killing Magnus, I was sent by Mycroft to carry out a mission with a high risk factor in order to avoid legal charges. I once said goodbye to you on the tarmac. I met you."

I pursed my lips and frowned, and put my palms against his, his palm prints were imprinted on my heart like burning coals, I looked at him, finally sighed helplessly, and said, "Me too, John, I thought so too at the time. When I get on the plane, I say goodbye to you forever."

John gave a small, touching smile, "I don't know, Sherlock, what would I have done if the plane hadn't turned around, you just left me there."

I hesitated for a while, "But you had your... other half at that time, she was with you."

John barely maintained the smile on the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and pinched my finger all the time: "Ah... I didn't realize that I love you at that moment. The moment the plane took off, I felt that something was missing in my life." What, that's you. You left me with all the thoughts I've had for you for two years."

John tilted his head, leaned on my shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Don't blame me, Sherlock, I can't bear to part with you, you don't want to take me to Serbia, it's not okay, how can I leave you alone Going away, I was mad enough the last time you left me for Manchester."

I was slightly coaxed back by him, and my face, which was as stiff as cardboard, couldn't help but relax. I smiled at him, but I still couldn't forgive him. I held his hand for a long time until his There was a layer of hot sweat on the palm of my hand, I kissed his forehead, but John swept my chin with the other hand, grabbed the hair root behind my ear, and kissed my lips with his lips , give me an unforgettable sweetness.

The hotel arranged by Mycroft is located in the city center, which is quite different from the wilderness where I stayed last time. I know that Mycroft's unprecedented kindness is to please John. When John is happy, I naturally have to compromise.

Mycroft knows my weakness clearly, he is more dangerous than my enemy, but once I consider the safety of the city center, I have nothing to say, there are police and army here, the palace is not far away In the distance, the transportation is convenient and the scenery is beautiful. No matter which aspect is very comfortable for John, I can't bear to let him accompany me to live a difficult life of adventure. I don't know how long this adventure will take. How long, maybe a few weeks, maybe months.

John was wandering around the huge hotel room, touching the golden curtains here, the antique low cabinet there, poking his head into the resplendent and resplendent bathroom, looking at the gold-encrusted ivory Bai Bathtub said with emotion: "I don't understand why your brother put you and me in the same room without even asking."

"Maybe it's because I even printed the wedding invitations and I almost missed sending them." I bring up the incident with resentment, if Mycroft hadn't come out to spoil the scenery, I could have been with John this weekend We put on dress and exchanged vows and kisses in front of the priest.

John looked at me shyly. I was sitting on the sofa with my knees tucked in, thinking about other things that had nothing to do with John, but soon, he successfully seduced my attention.

Standing by the bed, John quietly took off his coat and sweater, revealing his thin shirt and messy blond hair. He scratched his ears and said, "It's midnight now, I'll take a shower and go to bed , as for you, I bet you will stare in the dark all night."

I stared at him, jumped up from the sofa, ran to him, John put his arms around my neck with a smile, and said, "God, what am I doing?"

"You disturbed my sanctuary of thought." I loosened his pants and fell into the bathroom with him in a twirling kiss, nearly smashing the expensive floor-standing vase, and John quieted me down in the bathroom .

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let me wash your hair and take a shower, ha."

"It's not a bad idea." I obediently took off my clothes in front of him, and the way John watched me undo the buttons made my heart move. There was a mysterious and passionate light in his eyes, and the golden eyelashes covered him. Excited, I sat naked with him in the hot tub full of hot water, I sat in front of him, and John covered my hair with foam behind me, he did a beautiful job, I felt his gentle fingers stroking my skull in the mist. This magical little doctor has comforting power between his fingers. He can not only save lives, but he can also save my tired soul.