Vineyard [Detective Conan fanfic, Vermouth x Gin]

Chapter 36 A Merry Mayhem

Author's note: Merry Christmas. Sorry for the late update. I planned to update a lot earlier, but the World Cup consumed my life quite a bit. Thank you and enjoy. New batch of updates from chapters 36-40 as of 25/12/2022.

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Chapter 36 A Merry Mayhem

In an unremarkable four white walls, Mary was staring at a mirror on a workbench, her fingers caressing her face before she peeled off the latex mask of herself. Addressing the blonde behind her, Mary said, "You're correct. This method is much simpler and easier to apply."

Vermouth smiled with her arms crossed. "Exactly. And the masks can be premade and stored for quite a while."

Mary examined the texture of the new latex mask, finding imperfections galore. "It still needs a lot of refining." Still, this could be groundbreaking from the traditional method. Pre-made masks could be prepared in advance to go along with new identities for infiltrations and extractions. Especially with extractions where the target could be a clumsy scientist with nonexistent artistic skill. These masks would be essential. Mary looked up to find the actress, only to catch Vermouth's back exiting the door. Mary hurriedly followed suit. "Where are you going?"

In the corridor, Vermouth paused mid strides and turned around, radiating joy. "Mary, I'm just a civilian consultant. This is officially your baby."

Mary bottled up her anger, letting slip only an almost inconceivable twitch in the corner of her lips. Her gaze became intense. "And here I thought you were dumping your work on me."

"I would never." Vermouth gasped, but her expression quickly shifted back to glee. "If it makes you feel better, take full credit. I was never here. Besides, there is an urgent business that requires my attention."

Mary snorted. "Your urgent business better not be Christmas shopping."

"No. Actually, it's having sex with my husband."

"Excuse me?"

"It started a week ago—"

"Leave." Mary squeezed the bridge of her nose, trying to purge the information from her mind.

"Aw, Mary, always so understanding."

"Go! Now!"

***

Golden tresses flowed on the back of Vermouth's oversized jumper as her head rolled back. Two firm hands placed her panties-clad buttocks on the granite countertop as ragged breaths mingled. Gin's fingers slipped past the lacy material and dipped inside her wet heat.

"No, Gin. Wait." She grimaced, turning away from him.

"What now?" His lips were a hair's breadth away from her ear, his words rumbling straight through her brain.

"I can't. Not with your hideous sweater." The sheer ugliness rotted her mood. On top of that, the Christmas tree on said sweater lit up.

"Are you serious right now? You were fine yesterday."

"In the shower where you were delightfully naked." The betting rules allowed him freedom during his bath time and sleep. He could wear whatever. Thus, there was a lack of intimate daylight activity, which he dearly missed. Vermouth smirked, pulling his wrist closer and checking his watch. "It's only for another ten minutes."

"You want me to wait for ten minutes?" In normal circumstances, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, in his state, she might as well say ten hours.

"Or, you can admit defeat." She smiled sweetly, her nails scratching the tip of his tented crotch. Her glee triumphed when his bulging swell jerked beneath her fingers. "You seem awfully eager."