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Someone was in the shower room upstairs. There was daylight appearing above and around the sides of the curtains. Elle turned her head to see Sherlock, shirtless, but still fast asleep next to her. She tried to see the clock on his bedside table but his head obscured her view and she feared if she moved too much she would wake him. Climbing deftly off the left side of the bed, furthest from the door, she walked around and picked up the clock to read the time. It was 08:42. A cool waft of air touched her torso. She looked down. Her two-pound coin-sized buttons were open again. It raised a smile.
Taking her robe Elle opened the door gently and nipped silently into the bathroom next door. As she headed back to the bedroom her senses stopped her: she could smell coffee. Two whispered voices could be heard but not so she could distinguish what was said. Elle returned to the bedroom, grabbed her detangling brush, untied her hair, dropped her gown on the corner of the bed and shuffled gently under the duvet sitting up brushing carefully through her locks. Sherlock had still not stirred.
A few minutes' later the voices had become noticeably louder with occasional laughter. Sherlock moved beneath the duvet. Rolling over and seeing his lady sitting up he propped himself up on his arms, raised his face to hers, kissed her softly on the lips and said "Good morning".
"Morning."
"Been awake long?"
"No, about ten minutes" she said after spotting the time. "It isn't 9 o'clock yet but John and Mary seem to be in the kitchen already. Shall we get up and join them?"
"Yes - you go see what's happening. See you in a few minutes. I need to shave." He took his robe off the back of the bedroom door and left for the bathroom.
Elle put her own robe on again and made her way through to the kitchen. "Morning and Happy Easter. Sleep ok?" She noticed both of the Watsons were still in their night attire too.
"Eventually" smiled John, as he walked across to the lounge window to open the curtains and looked up into the sky at the weather - it was raining hard. "Did you hear the rain last night? Would you like some breakfast? Is Sherlock awake yet?" John walked back into the kitchen and selected four glasses from inside one of the cupboards.
"Unusually no, yes please and yes" spluttered Elle, trying to answer his bombardment of questions in order. "Sherlock will be here in a moment."

"How would you like your eggs this morning?" smiled Mary, busy monitoring toast slices, cutting some more bread as was required.
"Err, poached please, as there is toast."
"Any idea what Sherlock would like?"
"I'll have poached too, Mary, thank you" he said as he walked into the kitchen, kissed Elle gently on the forehead and sat in the seat next to her.
"Juice?" said John holding up the jug with more freshly squeezed orange in it. Assent from around the table, the coffee soon followed and the four friends sat talking and eating breakfast.
This idyllic friendly domestic scene was rudely disturbed by the loud PING of a mobile phone. "Apologies, that's me. Excuse me" said Sherlock as he rose from the table and went into the lounge to pick up his phone off the mantel. He invariably checked his mobile quickly as more often than not it was Lestrade seeking advice or assistance. However, when he saw the name of the text sender his eyes rolled upwards. "What does he want?"
MH:    Morning little brother. Need to see you ASAP. Mycroft
S: It is Easter Sun, I have guests 4 wknd. Just finishing breakfast. SH
MH:    It is very important. And it is only the Watsons. Mycroft
"Oh shit" exclaimed Sherlock as he walked across to the lounge window and looked down. A highly polished large black car was parked outside the door. "It is Mycroft, and he's here."
"Mycroft?" quizzed Elle looking towards John. Evidently Sherlock had told Elle as much about Mycroft as he had been told about her.
"Sherlock's brother. What does he want?" The question pointed to his friend.
"To come in and see me. Do you mind, sorry?"
"No, of course not" said John. "Let him come up."
S:    OK. Will let you in. SH
Sherlock descended the stairs to open the door, Elle walked away towards the bathroom.
The brothers walked into the lounge already in full conversation, the air of importance from one, exasperation from the other. "If you are sure there is no alternative I will look at the file. Just how desperate can it be? It is Easter you know."
"If it was not important I would not be here Sherlock. Governmental problems don't care whether it is a weekend or a Bank Holiday! I will get the dossier together and then over to you some time later today. You are not likely to go far in the rain anyway are you? Hello John, Mary. Good morning. Happy Easter. Sorry to have disturbed your breakfast." Immaculately dressed, Mycroft stood in between the kitchen and the lounge looking towards the fire, leaning on his umbrella, which was dripping slightly, just from crossing between his car and 221B's front door. His keen eyes had scanned the kitchen table. Not as observant as his younger sibling but he had not failed to notice an extra plate, mug, glass and cutlery on the table over and above what he expected. A sound behind him made him turn around to see a woman he did not know entering the room.
"Aa, Mycroft, may I introduce you to another friend of mine, Elle. Elle, this is my brother, Mycroft."
"Hello Mycroft, Lavinia Jensen." The two shook hands.
A vague nod of acknowledgement then turning back to his brother, Mycroft said slightly pleadingly, "Just a quick perusal and a phone call or text. Look, tomorrow will do - to see whether you précis the situation as I do? Thank you. It is important Sherlock. Good bye. Sorry to have disturbed. Nice to have met you." Mycroft's last messages had been directed to each in the room as he turned. Soon he had descended the stairs opened and closed the door and his chauffeured car was out of sight before any of the four still standing in the lounge had uttered anything.
All looking stunned at one another Sherlock said "I think I will go and take a hot bath. I had better get on with it. I am bound to receive another telephone call within the hour."
"Who from? Mycroft?" queried John. Surely his friend had heard the dossier would be there later today, not in an hour.
"No" replied Sherlock, looking frustrated, "my Mother!" His face now less contorted and just one eyebrow slightly raised he glanced to Elle then said "Care to join me?"
Elle smiled, looked around to Mary and John and said "Would you mind?"
"No, not at all. Actually, we are running low on oranges so John and I could fetch some once we are dressed. Do you have an umbrella we can borrow Sherlock?"
"Yes. There is one of Mycroft's old ginormous canopies in the under-stairs cupboard" he replied. All the friends separated shortly after, two of them in one bedroom getting dressed to go out, the others in the bathroom, water filling the tub.
A call of "see you later" and the slamming of the outside door indicated Mary and John had gone out as Elle climbed into the hot bath to join Sherlock.
Face to face with their legs either side of each other's hips Elle and Sherlock coveted the touch of each other's wet skin, splashing and washing one another without either need or true purpose. Kisses ensued. A while later Sherlock pulled out the plug and released about a half the tub's water before replugging then turning on the hot tap again. With about a third of the drained water replenished he turned off the hot tap then adjusted his position in the bath to find himself over his girlfriend.
With eye contact alone the lovers communicated their intentions as Sherlock slipped himself inside Elle whilst she was lying on her back. Their body movement caused waves within the tub but the water was now just low enough not to spill over the side on to the floor. ['Clever boy' Elle thought.] Moments later and they had rolled, Elle now straddled her man, arching her back in cat-like yoga style movements holding the edge of the bath forcing herself down upon him, he finger-tipping her breasts as they dipped in and out of the water.
Pleasurable as it was, they believed this was always going to be inconclusive. A slight twitch of Sherlock's head towards the shower a while later and Elle understood his plan. She pulled herself away and got out of the bath straight into the shower, hot and on full power. Sherlock followed re-entering her nearly as soon as he entered the cubicle, also on full power.
Against his shower wall instead of hers, as in a previous encounter, the lovers took their pleasures to a new height, both of them climaxing loudly and enthusiastically, Elle finished up with her legs tight around Sherlock's hips, him and the wall taking the strain. Her body shaking and heart pounding she lowered her feet back to the floor. Her head would take longer to come down from the clouds. Moving apart, Sherlock nonchalantly passed her the shampoo and started lathering his own hair. Conditioner and a rinsing later Sherlock was first to step out of the cubicle, and pulled out the plug on the bath a second time just before vacating the room.
He was dry and half dressed when she walked into the room with one towel wrapped neatly around her head and another around her, his pyjama bottoms, her pyjamas and both robes in her arms.
"I think I will go and put the coffee back on" Sherlock said as he fastened a dark grey cotton shirt over his white t-shirt, tucking the t-shirt into the waist of a pair of soft-black Chino's. Almost automatically he clicked and winked as he headed out the door. Elle smiled back. Before he made it out the room however he realised John and Mary had returned as the smell of fresh coffee brewing already hung in the air.
"Still raining?" he enquired.
"Pouring" replied John. "Bloody cold too. I have started a fire."
Four mugs of hot coffee were carried through to the lounge and the others were seated before Elle came into the room.
"Gosh. I had not realised your hair was as long as that!" exclaimed Mary as Elle emerged from the bedroom. Half peering over her own shoulder, as if she needed to look, Elle saw her hair was hanging down her back. Still slightly wet it was straight and stopped about an inch below bra clip height.
"Not for long though. It will soon be around shoulder length again. It dries really fast. Thanks for the coffee."
Just as predicted, a short time later, a mobile phone rang, and Sherlock answered it and carried it into the hall out of politeness. His friends could still hear his side of the conversation.
"Hello Mother, Happy Easter... Yes, I am fine, thank you. You?... How's Dad?... I thought he must have called... It is Easter weekend and was not long passed 9 o'clock. It should be up to me if I am still in my pyjamas!... Yes. John and Mary... Her name is Elle... No! With me in my room... Mother!... Yes, I will talk to her and if ok, plan to come out to the country... May Bank Holiday?... Not sure. Elle's birthday is at the end of this month. We may have plans... I don't know... Mother... All right. I will... No. Nothing else has 'changed'. Say hi to Dad for me... OK... Goodbye."
"Your mother, by any chance?" quipped John as Sherlock walked in. They all glanced at one another and burst into semi-embarrassed laughter.
"'I hope you did not make her sleep on the couch'" mimicked Sherlock exasperatedly. "Honestly! Anyone would think I was a nineteen year old jerk!"
"She was probably just getting you to confirm you are sleeping together" said John sagely. Sherlock looked at his wise friend nodding, sensing truth in his words.
"Were you a nineteen year old jerk?" questioned Elle.
"All boys are jerks at nineteen, aren't they? [Sherlock sighed exasperatedly again] My brother told her I was still in my pyjamas! For God's sake. Yes, Mycroft. Only because I was about to have sex, feeling alive - sharing carnal, physical, unadulterated pleasure with another human being - something you won't have done this morning, or this year, or probably even this damn century!!" The audience of three had sat in silence whilst Sherlock had had this bombastic rant with himself at his brother's expense, the volume of his voice rising with every word. Tension, as well as love and an obvious respect, ran deep in that relationship. "Sorry... I need some air."
"Want to go out for a walk, clear the cobwebs?" asked Elle tenderly. "It looks like it may have stopped raining."
"Yes. OK. Will you come with me?" Elle nodded. "Do you two fancy another walk?"
"No thanks Sherlock. You two go ahead" John responded.
"We will plan something for lunch later" added Mary. "Take the umbrella, I would not trust it won't rain again."
"Text me if there is anything you want us to pick up. Did you get some more oranges?" Sherlock directed his question to John.
"Yes. And another couple of bottles of Champagne. Only the Anderson's minimart is open. London seems deserted."
"Oh, of course. Thank you John. See you both soon."
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