4. Triangle
"Wot is it?"
"It's a prism. It's used for studying light."
Skinner balanced the glass triangle on one of its points as Jekyll was finishing his notes a few feet away.
"Awful lot of fuss for a paper weight." he said, closing his fingers around it, inspecting the object as it appeared to float in mid air inside his clear skin. Jekyll didn't look up from his papers but sighed wearily.
"It's science."
Skinner swiveled his head to peer at the doctor, taking in his tired eyes and carefully placing the prism back onto the desk, before padding over on bare feet to him. He stood by his shoulder, glancing down at Henry's loopy script then back up at his auburn hair. The man didn't move until finishing his sentence and poignantly laying his pen flat on the drying ink, sighing again and drowsily lifting his head in the general direction of the invisible presence. A warm smile spread across Skinner's face and into his eyes, though he was the only one who knew.
"I could tell you Nemo's a woman, and you'd say the same thing." Jekyll's eyes softened, his lips curving slightly as he caught the mirth in the other man's tease.
"I believe it comes with the title." came his playful reply.
Footsteps traveled to the desk again and the prism was levitated and brought back to Henry, hanging between him and the invisible body kneeling before him. The glass was slowly pushed forward until it brushed Jekyll's lips, the point delicately grazing the skin with its cool tip. It smoothed from one corner of his mouth to the other, flat glass sending light shivers down his spine. The cold surface was replaced by the warmth of Skinner's wet mouth, sending an altogether different sensation pooling in his abdomen. Skinner pulled back and rested his forehead against Jekyll's reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose and returning with a content sigh.
"I think you ought to quit then, mate."
Jekyll let out a bark of a laugh and abandoned his papers to the floor, pulling the man forward until their lips found each other again.