Glass: After the Storm

Like Father

A feather duster slid across the window ledge, brushing a cloud of glittering dust into the air. Mrs Hudson danced around her flat while she cleaned as her earphones played a mix of Elvis and The Beatles. She moved from the window ledge to the kitchen, dusting to the rhythm of the music and swaying from side to side as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the tops of the cabinets. After the dusting, she picked up a cloth, looking around for the bottle of cleaning spray. It wasn't where she left it. She blew out a gust of air and placed her hands on her hips.

"I could've sworn I..."

She pottered back and forth searching for the bottle, checking the drawers and making her way along the kitchen until she came to the cupboard under the sink. She opened it, jumping back and letting out a terrified scream as she laid eyes on Vaughan who was sat inside. He looked up at her, completely perplexed by her frightened reaction.

"Vaughan!" She clutched her chest, panting heavily as she removed her earphones. "What are you doing in there!?"

*

Margaux sat cross-legged on the bed with her laptop in front of her. Each time she leant over to type her hair would fall into her face, causing her to huff and brush it back with her fingers. She had been putting off a haircut, the dark, fluffy waves now falling to the middle of her back.

The door opened but she didn't look up from her computer. Instead, she smiled when she heard his voice.

"This is a strange-looking office," said Sherlock as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom.

"I would work from the living room table if it weren't covered in your detective stuff..."

"My detective 'stuff'?"

"Mhm. Then I thought I'd sit at the kitchen table instead, but couldn't seem to find a place for my things amongst all the chemistry equipment. So, bed it is."

His face broke into a slight smile. He walked around the bed climbed on to sit beside her. She turned to look at him, noticing his eyes flitting towards the laptop screen.

"Stop spying." She laughed. "If I need your help, I'll ask for it."

"Actually, I have my own work to be getting on with. John and I are investigating a lead for a case. I'm meeting him at the client's house at twelve."

He checked his watch and glanced at her, watching as she brushed the hair out of her face and flicked it off her shoulders. Impulsively, he leaned in and lay a kiss on her neck, catching her off guard.

"Are you feeling alright?" she joked, her eyes remaining on her laptop.

"I feel fine." He mumbled against her skin before lifting his head. "What about you? I notice your body temperature has increased."

"Mm, I wonder why." She laughed as she continued working.

Sherlock moved closer, pushing her shirt off her shoulders and laying kisses there too. Margaux tilted her head back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy it for just a moment.

"Don't you have to meet John at the client's place?"

"I do. But the journey from John's house to the client's is two and a half times longer than the journey from here. He left eleven minutes ago which means I have to leave in around sixteen minutes to arrive at the same time as him." He moved forward, pushing her back towards the headboard. She smiled and curved her hands around the back of his neck. "Sixteen minutes is a perfectly acceptable amount of time for this," he continued. "Granted, it won't be my best work, but I've brought you to climax in less time before so–"