That kiss was electrifying. Phoebe had kissed many a man and none had ever kissed her in such a way. So simple yet so charged. Another moan left her as she leaned further into him, fingers twining in with his curls as her other hand moved to his chest needing to feel more of him.

There was no longer any thinking, just acting. That was all Phoebe could do. It was all whatever the pill was he'd given her allowed her to do. She needed to simply act as her lips parted just slightly to push that kiss further.

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Her moan toying with his lips caused him to push further into the kiss, her own body willing itself toward him. He was no longer in her kitchen. She was no longer in her house. They had ascended beyond all of space and time and transcended into an amalgamation of stars, lights, and pure bliss.

His hand tightened around her throat and his other hand moved to her body; softly sliding upward until he'd cupped her breast.

He'd never experienced this with his pills before and he didn't want it to end. He could feel his trousers tightening as they continued, her hand against his chest allowed him to feel his ribcage rise and fall.

His tongue began to tease at her teeth; following them around her mouth before finally, it found it's way to her own. This simple action; the simple act of kissing caused all inhibition within Coleman to cease and he squeezed both of his hands tighter, pushing against her a little causing the chair to scratch against the wall.

Whatever was happening, Coleman needed it more than he'd ever needed the bread that had been abandoned on the table.

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Phoebe had somehow managed to shift in her chair just enough so that when he surged forward to push against her own body, he was easily between her skirts. Though, there were so many of them that it created enough of a barrier so she couldn't feel the arousal tightening his pants but she still knew it was there.

His hands tightening on her body managed to bring another moan from her throat but it was easily swallowed by the kiss. Or muffled at the very least as her lips parted further for him. The hand in her hair pulled softly at the curls before trailing down to run her fingernails along the back of his neck. The hand on his chest, well it trailed lower so that she could get under the fabric to feel his bared skin with her own fingertips.

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Her tug of his hair, the pull of his body, and the touch of her hand on his skin sent euphoric bursts of adrenaline coursing through his body. He couldn't do this much longer. He needed more.

Moving his hands down her body, Coleman took a tight grasp of her clothing and attempted to pull it aside, shifting his weight to ease the process. He wished his magic worked right now. He wished her skin was entwined with his and they could meld into one; his hazy vision had her in complete focus as he pulled from the kiss, his teeth clasping at her lower lips.

He didn't need words in this moment and if he did, what words would there be? He moved his hand to take hers and slide it down his body, resting her palm against the bulge that had formed. A small moan escaped his lips and their eyes locked.

Wherever he was, even if the world was ending, right now Coleman was glad it would end like this.

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There were no hesitations in Phoebe's movements. She knew her husband was nowhere to be found in the house and she didn't really care. He may not have even been in Hogsmeade for all she knew and the help had long ago learned to keep their mouths shut. So as he moved to pull at her clothing, the hand that had been entwined with his curls was removed and she easily hiked her skirts up and out of the way. There were no stockings to be found, not since she'd been at home all day so it allowed for bare skin to be felt.

The sound of his moan as he placed her hand on his arousal brought her eyes open to lock with his and a wicked smile formed for the brief moment their lips weren't locked. She moved her hand deftly to get inside of his trousers, not moving to kiss him as she wanted to fully see his face as her bare hand slipped into his trousers to full grasp the bulge formed there.

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With a wicked grimace and longing gaze, this woman had him firmly in her grasp. His own hands moved to undo his trousers, pulling them down slightly to allow his body to show the extent of his current arousal.

Keeping his eyes open, a firm expression on his face, Coleman watched her just as she was watching him. He thrust slightly, allowing the blonde to guide himself into her and the moment he could feel her warmth, his nails dug into her thighs and he pushed inside of her as far as their bodies would allow. He then pulled out slowly, allowing the sensation of herself against him to rush through his body.

A moan caressed his lips though did not escape and his eyes remained fixed on hers.

Thrusting once again, this time more forceful, Coleman scratched harshly at her skin - a small grin formed on his lips.

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As much as Phoebe had expected that, she also hadn't. She knew what was coming. Wanted it even. But the sensation was far different. Every nerve of her body was on fire at the feel of him moving barely inside her. That initial slide into her had her moving her hands to grasp either side of her chair and moving just enough so that it wouldn't hold them up.

She watched just long enough for that second thrust to bring a grin to his lips. Then there was nothing more she could do as she let him move her body however he may see fit, pliant to his hold.

She broke the eye contact as her head fell back with a low moan leaving her throat. Feeling his arousal inside of her and his nails biting into the soft and tender skin of her things was a contradiction of feelings she felt but she thrived on all of them, longing for more and more.

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Sensations of ecstatic bliss enveloped him with each thrust into this woman - the one who had told him to get out of her house not twenty minutes ago - and Coleman found himself unable to form any form of sentence beyond the occasional pleasured groan.

He watched as he fingers wrapped tightly around the chair, as her head tilted back when she allowed the feeling to consume her as well. He watched as her gasps drew flames in the room and at that moment, the throes of passion had locked them into a serene state that nothing could break.

Once he'd gotten into a rhythm, Coleman dragged his nails across her legs and rested them under her thighs - pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist - further pulling him into her.

Leaning forward, Coleman left a soft kiss on her neck before biting down playfully in tandem to his thrusts. Nothing, at this point, could take the misty euphoria that pulsed through every vessel in his body.

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That one small movement of lifting Phoebe's thighs was more than enough to bring perhaps the loudest moan of all from her throat though. At least, that was how it sounded to her ears. It was hardly louder than a normal conversing tone but her senses were beyond heightened, reaching heights she'd never anticipated or thought possible. It had to be the pill he'd given her. There was no way this strange man could coax her into throes of passion even the most skillful of lovers had not been able to bring her to before.

With her legs wrapped easily around his waist, her hands were free to slip from their grasp on the chair. She dragged them up his arms instead, coming up to dance her fingertips along his neck and to his curls once more. She pulled one away so that she could pull at her bodice just enough to free one of her breasts to bare to him. Arching her back at his kisses and bites, she urged without words for him to move his lips lower amidst his thrusts.

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As if the most melodious of music had sung sweetly into his ears, the echo of her sudden moan willed for him to continue. He pushed deeper inside of her, his pace hastening slightly.

Her fingertips stimulated the hairs on his arms and a shiver ran down his spine; exacerbated only by the aftermath of the pill he'd taken. It was an experience like no other and if it was always like this, Coleman would have to have sex whilst he'd taken opium again. It felt like he'd been transported to an astral plain and though his breathing had intensified, he could still feel his heartbeat beating calmly to match his movements.

Following her gesture, Coleman ran his lips down her clothing to rest on her exposed breast. His tongue circled her flesh before biting her slightly. He didn't stop or attempt to ease up. He wanted more; desired to devour her wholly and his left hand trailed to between her legs; his finger exploring her jewel as his tongue enjoyed the sensation of the peak of her breast.

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This would certainly need to become a norm. Not necessarily with this man that Phoebe still didn't even know but the pills. If they made this act so much more amazing, she could only imagine would it could do for the rest of her life. Yes, the pills would need to be a constant in her life. If they came from him, she had a good idea of how she could repay him. He seemed perfectly willing, after all.

The feel of his mouth around her breast and his hand on her while he continued to pick up his pace was enough to see her pushed over that moment of ecstasy. She arched further into him, legs tightening further around his waist as her entire body shuddered against him. She didn't release her hold on him, though. She wouldn't, not until he'd reached such heights as she had. Though the still partially sane part of her brain didn't expect it to last much longer.

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Her final gasp and arch of her back sent shocks of pure animalistic release to surge through his entire being. He could feel her tightening around him and though he willed himself to continue, the inhibition Coleman had lost as they began had not yet resurfaced.

And no sooner had her shuddering began to die down, had Coleman pushed as far into her as he could. He buried his head into her shoulder and bit down on her clothing as hard as his jaw would allow.

Every fibre in his body was electrified and on edge; every nerve pulsed with fire. He had to let himself go. Groaning against her body, Coleman's hands snapped to hold her waist tightly.

And then as her breathing slowed, Coleman's entire person began to throb as he released into her and after a few moments, his cheeks flushed with red, Coleman looked at her directly in the eyes, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

Shakily, he managed a few words; "Is your.. head.. okay?"

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Gasping for breath, Phoebe smirked as his cheeks flushed red and he looked at her. Her face was flushed but for entirely different reasons. Reasons she quite enjoyed. But as her chest heaved to regain some sort of calm, she leaned forward to kiss him gently and softly on the lips before resting her forehead against his despite the head of sweat.

"It's never been better," she said softly once she'd gathered enough breath to do so.

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Returning the soft kiss, his chest rising and falling alongside hers, Coleman let out a gentle smile. Their foreheads rested against one another and he was able to take in the bright blue of her eyes and every spot and strand he could see. He was able to fully appreciate who was in front of him and she was beautiful.

"Good," He said in an almost whisper. He didn't want to move from this position. He was more than content to stay here for eternity; his eyes on hers, their bodies entwined in what could only be described as primal desire, and the opium working around his blood like a particularly friendly parasite.

"I do like your eyes," Coleman said, feeling the need to reiterate his previous remark, "They remind me of the stars."

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It was starting to get a bit too personal. Or at least, that's what a sober Phoebe would have thought. The unknown man before her, still entwined with her, was lucky. Normally she'd have shoved him away long ago. But as it was, she was quite enjoying the intimacy heightened by the pill he'd provided.

"What was that pill?" she asked, smiling to acknowledge the compliment on her eyes but her mind was on one track in that moment, "I think I'd like to keep more for myself."

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"If I told you, you would get it somewhere else." Coleman said plainly as he shifted a little, causing their bodies to meld further together. He didn't often tell people what his product was until after they were hooked and reliable customers.

One pill and some sex was not going to change that.

"I can give you more for a price."

As much as Coleman was enjoying this and would rather it continue, this was still his business and whatever - however - she was, he was not willing to give his product away for free.

It didn't matter how intimate they are or how amplified everything he'd just experienced seemed, he had been a loyal consumer of opium for far longer than he probably should have been and he had a certain degree of control. At least, when he wasn't having sex with a stranger in her house because he liked her buns.

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