This is just a fun, fluffy fic following "The Last Will & Testament" and "A Story of a Brooch". Batwings79 suggested it, and the plot bunny has been hopping across my path ever since. Hopefully, I can do it justice.
Prologue
Charles Carson was going to die. He knew this because Elsie Hughes was going to kill him. He was going to die an extremely happy man, however. It had been three days and more importantly was now the third night since they'd declared their love for each other and he'd given her the luckenbooth. 'Things' had grown progressively more heated since the first night, and he found that he was more preoccupied with his thoughts than he had been since he was a randy seventeen year old. Trying to detach himself a little, he realized that he could go approximately five minutes without thinking at least fleetingly of Elsie in some compromising position. There probably wasn't a spot in the house that hadn't played into either his fantasies or dreams these past three days and two nights: his desk, the staff table, the wall of his pantry, the sofa in Elsie's parlor, the drawing room sofa, the back stairs, and the dining room table. If a conclusion wasn't reached soon, he was either going to die from his extreme need or from utter mortification. Elsie had started all this three mornings ago, but he was now determined that he was going to finish it. He'd never backed down from a challenge before, and he certainly wasn't going to start now.