If they hadn't jumped right into such a passionate state, Phoebe likely would have been angry at his response. The pill certainly wouldn't have been something she'd have thought twice about. But now that she'd experienced sex on such a level, she knew there'd be no going back. It might even make her once monthly relationships with her husband worth it. Well, that might be pushing it. Nothing was ever worth it with Gregory.

"I'm sure we can work out a deal," she answered simply as she pulled back slightly so she could see all of him again. Their passionate release had helped to lift some of the haze of her brain but the elevated sensastions could still be felt at least.

She brought a hand up to cup his cheek gently, her thumb rubbing across the surface of his soft skin. She watched him closely, wishing she could see what it was he was thinking in that moment.

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Her words were true; he was certain they could work out a deal. The extent of that, he felt, wouldn't be monetary and he was more than okay with that. Whatever the experience they had just shared was, he was determined to ensure it wasn't a one-off affair.

Her soft touch bought him out of his reverie and he pulled from her, moving to pull his trousers up and sit back in his chair. He wasn't sure if she'd been given the wrong idea but her touch, though he knew to be influenced by the drug, was too much for the Beasley brother. He  didn't want her to think this one moment they shared was anything more than carnal desire.

Still looking at her, Coleman reached round and grabbed his satchel. He pulled another pill from it and tossed it to her.

"You can get another in a few days. I can't leave Hogsmeade," He said distantly. He'd already decided this would be where he was staying and given her reaction to his special pill, he had no doubts she would be okay with that.

His eyes drifted briefly across her body and he smirked. There was something so very alluring seeing a woman in such a compromising position; skirts ruffled, no stockings, exposed flesh.

He wanted to go again but he knew the pill would wear off for him soon - his body had gotten used to the effects. This woman, however, he wasn't sure how long it would last.

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Phoebe didn't really know what she'd meant by the gentle caress of his cheek. It was quite out of the ordinary for the narcissistic woman. But his shift to pull his trousers back up and to sit in his own chair was enough to bring her to reality somewhat. At least enough for her to readjust her own clothing so she was somewhat more of a presentable lady.

She was surprised that no one had come in but even though it had felt like they'd been entwined for hours it was likely only a few minutes.

Having caught the pill, she held onto it and nodded with a faint smile. "You'll stay here then," she said with an confident sort of tone, "I'll have a room made up for you. If my husband should show up though, you're simply a friend of a relative that found yourself stranded within the fog."

Perhaps she should have mentioned she had a husband earlier.

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Coleman nodded and stood up, moving slowly to grab a glass of water. He turned around and watched her as she spoke with a sort of interested curiosity. So she had a husband. Which made Coleman feel even more prideful for a moment.

He'd made the cuckold of a poor man and that brought with it an air of confidence, "Friend of a relative. Got it. And if he doesn't return, I'll share your bed." Coleman joked.

He wasn't entirely sure if he was joking though he'd leave that open for her to decide.

This entire week had been strange and seemed to surmount with him having sex with a married woman, in her kitchen, as he fed her pills.

All in all, then, it had been a good week. And that wasn't to mention the beauty of the woman in front of him.

"If he was to ask, what's your name?"

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[Post]The man was not the first to make a cuckold out of Gregory nor would he be the last. However, he was certainly the best. Thanks to the pills. But now Phoebe would never know any different. At least, that's what she would tell herself.

She watched as he got himself a drink, smirking at talk of sharing her bed. "Even if he did come home you're more than welcome to share my bed," she said with a shrug before adding with an icy tone, "He is not." If she wanted to go to her husband's bed, which she only did it of necessity once a month, she would go to him and not the other way around.

"Phoebe Yaxley," she answered at his question, "I was a Greengrass prior. Not that it'll matter. He doesn't dare speak out against me." There was a defiant and almost evil smirk on her features as she spoke with utter confidence.

"And your name?"

  

He liked this. He liked this woman.

"Then there's no sense in making me up a room." Coleman said, putting the glass on the table.

He was more than happy to share her bed and body during the duration of his tenure in this house. He looked around at the kitchen. He hadn't actually taken the time to really look at it recently. It was nice. Well maintained. Much better than the... Whatever it was he called a kitchen back in London with his brothers.

"Phoebe Yaxley," He repeated with an affirming nod, committing it to memory. It was a nice name. It suited her. In all fairness, most the things he'd seen of her suited her. Most notably, the pill. She'd taken to it like a duck to water.

"Mine's George," Coleman said confidently. He knew better than to give his full and real name to any clients and though this was definitely more involved than his other transactions, it was still a business transaction, "George Samson."

He'd used this name for years and it had never failed him.

His eyes remained on her, the haze beginning to drift away. What had happened for her to turn out this way? Not that Cole minded. He quite enjoyed this type of girl. He got what he wanted and she got hers.

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The mischievous glint to Phoebe's bright blue eyes was evident when he pointed out making up a room wasn'tt necessary. Whether he actually slept they or not, however, she did feel it was necessary. At least for appearances sale. If Gregory did come home, having a room set up would keep their asses covered. She may be a slut but she was not a stupid one.

"You'll have a room," she said in a tone that showed there would be no argument on the matter, "Whether you actually sleep in it or not is entirely up to."

She stood up then, trailing a hand along his arm and shoulder as she stepped away from the table. "Well, Mr. Sampson," she started to say, eyes staying focused on him, "We already had dinner for the evening but you're welcome to help yourself to anything here. You room will be next to mine. The first and second rooms on the third floor."

Leaning down, she nipped his ear with her teeth before grabbing the glass of water he'd gotten for himself and left the kitchen. But, not before swallowing the second pill he'd given her.

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“Noted,” Coleman said as he watched her hand manoeuvre across his arm, causing his hairs to stand up; a shiver shooting through his body. Well, he’d hand it to her – she definitely knew how to be a tease. He closed his eyes at her nip and watched as she left with his water, seeing her throw the pill into her mouth.

Okay. Well, you weren’t supposed to do that. Oh well. If she was already hooked, that was a good sign. It meant more payment for him soon. His eyes moved downward as she disappeared out of the kitchen. Maybe he was still hungry after all. Grabbing his satchel, Coleman paused for a few moments. What was he to do?

He couldn’t let her enjoy it all to herself. She was still new to it. He had to make sure she was safe and sound. He needed to ensure her enjoyment was not hindered by her gung-ho attitude toward the drug.

Moving out of the kitchen, Coleman quietly moved upstairs until he was stood by her doorframe, a smirk on his face.

“I could have anything?” He asked coyly and stepped inside the room, swallowing another pill himself.

[FIN]

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