[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

If his ego and pride had to be punished, why should Notte bear it?

Sherlock stared blankly at Notte's pale face, like a frozen sculpture, the pupils seemed to have lost their luster and sank into a dark dark blue.

Happy birthday dear Sherlock. ——nm

Sherlock thought of the text messages he had received before, and didn't know whether to be happy or sad. The girl he loved was still thinking about himself at the last moment.

This will be the most memorable birthday in his life.

He killed the girl he loved, and this realization made him painful and remorseful.

Sherlock looked at Notte's lifeless and bloody face, and thought of her smile, her tears, her tenderness, and her censure...

Never have it all again.

He wants to apologize, he can use any method, all pride can be trampled on the soles of his feet, as long as she can come back to life.

If he wants to confess, he can use any method, and all the good things can be held in front of her, as long as she can come back to life.

He wants to make up, in any way, all the suffering can be added to him, as long as she can come back to life.

…………

He knew it was just his wishful thinking.

All this will never happen again.

There were thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't say anything. All the words settled in the bottom of his heart along with his emotions, making him suffocate.

"Sherlock, if you are sad, vent it out." Mycroft slightly opened a crack in the door, and a low voice came in.

Sherlock didn't respond.

Why speak out?

She will never hear it again.

All confession is not a consolation to the dead but a self-comfort to the living.

He does not need it.

He deserved all the pain, but he owed Notte, and he should spend his whole life to repay it.

He has no regard for life, even his own.As long as it is exciting, everything is easy to say.

In fact, what a good opportunity this is. Irene is provoking him again, and the terrorists have shown their feet.As long as he now...

Shit!

His reason was shattered by the strong emotion, and what he wanted to do most at the moment was to kill Irene Adler.But he can't now, Notte's body will definitely be taken back by the Merovingian family, and he can't let her leave him again.

Sherlock picked up Nott, put his face against her neck, and whispered, "Let's go home, Mrs. Holmes."

Mycroft looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar younger brother, and Sherlock seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, but this kind of growth was due to the growth of seedlings after experiencing great grief and grief, which was cruel and distressing.

But Mycroft did not forget his duty, he stopped Sherlock, "Sherlock, you can't take her away."

"I know, just for one night..." Sherlock lowered his head, looking tenderly at the person in his arms, "After all, today is my birthday, and I hope to spend it with her."

Mycroft was silent for a while, then compromised. "tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Thank you, brother."

Mycroft watched Sherlock walk away step by step, his back seemed to be carrying the whole world on his back.

I have given him the cigarette. ——mh

I have prepared what you want. ——Mr. System

Why do you bother? ——mh

I have to say that seeing his younger brother mourning more than dying, McCoff still felt a little distressed.

This is of course not superfluous.It is the inferiority of human beings to realize how to cherish after losing. Sherlock needs a lesson. ——Mr. System.

McCoff did not return a text message.

Sherlock went back to Baker Street, locked the door, and put Nott on his bed.

He sat and watched for a while, and unconsciously fell asleep.

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The first rays of the morning sun shone into Sherlock's bedroom.

The morning light warmed Noet's body little by little, and the blood reappeared on her face, her heartbeat was low, her breath was shallow, and the signs of life came back to her little by little.

She closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if falling asleep, dreaming a soft dream.

Sherlock woke up first, his eyes narrowed slightly under the stimulation of the sun, and he quickly realized that it was the problem of the cigarettes that Mycroft gave him, and he was extremely annoyed.

No wonder McCoff agreed so simply, he had already prepared his first defense, and now he didn't have much time to act.

He stretched out his hand to hug Nuo Te, and suddenly froze in shock.

Gentle body.

"Hmmm..." Nuo Te was woken up, and gave a vague sound.She half-opened her eyes, "Sherlock? Why are you here? I'm..." Where?

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were blocked.

Sherlock was surprised and subconsciously wanted to do something to prove that all this was true.

This is different from the previous kisses that were lightly tasted.

Sherlock licked her lips lightly, and bit her lips lightly after Notte relaxed his vigilance.Nuo Te slightly loosened her tightly clenched teeth in pain.Sherlock took the opportunity to unceremoniously pry open Notte's teeth and began to attack the city.

Nott tried to push Sherlock away when he stuck his tongue in, but stopped suddenly when her hands touched his chest.

Between lips and teeth, Nott could feel Sherlock's emotions, restrained, forbearing, and strong.

He is afraid.

Notte didn't know what happened during her coma, but Sherlock's emotions made her subconsciously soften her heart.

She closed her eyes and put her arms around Sherlock's neck to show her submission, asking for anything.

Sherlock felt Notte's movement, he paused slightly, but the next moment his movements became more rough and intense, as if he wanted to take everything from her in the kiss.

She is so thoughtful.

The more gentle she is, the more he loves her.

After a long time, a kiss ended.

"North..." Sherlock called out in a low voice, let go of her lips, but moved his target to her body.

He kissed her cheek, eyes, and suddenly moved down, biting her neck.

"Hmm..." Nuo Te raised her head slightly, not knowing whether she was pandering or evading.

Sherlock would not allow this to be an escape.His hand reached under Notte's sweater, his rough and cold hand touched the soft and delicate skin, the sudden coolness made Notte tremble.

"Cold..." She hummed softly.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock withdrew his hand, using the gravity of his body to still press on Notte, still kissing her, but his hands were dexterous to undress himself.It was really uncomfortable to touch the warm chest with cold hands, but his heart was hot.

It's good that she's still alive.

After warming his hands, Sherlock began to take off Note's sweater.

It was indeed a bit difficult, but Sherlock smelt a knife from under the pillow, and cut her clothes lightly.

"My favorite sweater..." Notte felt distressed.But soon she lost her mind.

Sherlock's fingers brushed Nott's collarbone, and the red inverse cross in the middle of the shoulder blade regained its luster, as bright as blood.

He leaned over and kissed the red cross, took a bite moderately, causing Notte to exclaim.

No matter how slow he is, he can still realize that this is the rhythm of being eaten.

She hesitated a little.

"Sherlock..." She took his hand.

"Notte, don't reject me." Sherlock looked up at Notte.His tone was unbelievably gentle, but also resolute.

Nott was taken aback.

There are stars and seas in Sherlock's eyes, bright and clear.

But now it's like a dusty gem.

"As long as you are well, then as you wish." Nuote let go of her hand.

How could he not like such a girl, how could he not feel distressed?

Sherlock kissed her eyes and continued.

His hand gradually moved down, touching the zipper of Knott's jeans.

Nott was dazzled by the teasing, and didn't notice Sherlock's movements.

Sherlock snapped his fingers, a struggling look appeared on his face.

Go ahead and she will be completely yours and those people will get out of the way.

No, it can't be like this.They will not let Noote go, doing so will only increase the danger of Noote.

In the end, Sherlock withdrew his hand and held Notte tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry, Notte. I will never put you in such a dangerous place again."

He rested his chin on the top of her head, "We will be together forever, even death will not separate me."

Notte breathed a sigh of relief, Sherlock came too suddenly, and she was not prepared for this incident.

She stretched out a hand with great effort, pulled the quilt around the two of them, and hugged Sherlock back, "Of course we will be together forever."

After embracing each other quietly for a while, Sherlock suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you?" He deliberately asked vaguely.

Notte was also surprised, "I don't know, I met McCoff's people as soon as I got off the plane. They said they came to pick me up to Baker Street, but I lost consciousness not long after getting in the car. What happened next I don't know what. By the way, what time is it now?"

"1:7 am on January 7th." Sherlock spent more than ten seconds thinking, and quickly gave the answer.

Noot was even more surprised, "I slept for almost a day, my God, what happened?"

"Nothing." Sherlock shook his head, not going to tell her about it.

Notte was annoyed, "Oh, I missed your birthday. I don't know where Mycroft put my gift. I'll make it up for you next time."

"No, it's the best gift for you to come back."

"There will be no next time, this is the last birthday in my life."