Vindice makes ready for an assignation.
(Written for forthegothicheroine's prompt: "Vindici if the Duke and his family were vampires.")
Nectar and milk flow freely, and the wedding dances are wild.
It was her own damn poor luck to be in love with both of them. (The three work a job, deny their feelings, and get kidnapped. In that order.)
He knows Napoleon is watching Gaby, just as he knows Gaby's looking right back. What he doesn't realize is that they're both looking at him.
“Mary, I thought you said that Sherlock’s brother was intimidating?”
Porn, pretty much.
It's Gerard's birthday. The natural conclusion is group sex.
Mary and John swap bodies, and suddenly it's Holmes' issues they have to deal with.
Irene stirs up trouble, Holmes is jealous, Mary is perplexed, and Watson is exasperated.