Hey guys sorry for the long wait I just haven't had time to make stories lately... I feel like William with all the homework I've got! Anyways, enjoy!

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Grell was quick to formulate his little plan. This little potion, whatever it did, would probably be best used when they were alone- especially because he didn't know what it did yet. But he knew exactly how to use it. A few drops in his coffee might just work quite nicely, he thought.

After he'd made the "special" coffee, he walked as fast as he could to William's office- a difficult thing to do in heels- and knocked on the door.

"Come on in."

Grell opened the door a crack and saw William- diligently working, totally into his work. He was concentrating- brow furrowed, all attention on the papers in front of him- and it was one of Grell's favorite sights. He almost said something, but then remembered why he was there. He set the coffee in front of William and jumped to sit on the corner of the desk, toppling a pile of papers on the opposite end.

"Willl-darling! How is my love this fine afternoon?"

"Leave me be, Sutcliff."

"How cold! And I even made you coffee today!"

"Hm?"

"Coffee! I just thought, maybe, you'd want something to help you get your work done… or something."

William eyed the coffee. It didn't look tampered with- but he couldn't be sure, this was Grell, after all. But then again, with all of this work- he looked at the pile now spread in a mess over the floor- he could use some coffee. Maybe Grell wasn't ALWAYS a nuisance…

"Fine. I might have a little. This doesn't exempt you from your work, you know."

"Of course not! The fact that I don't want to do my work exempts me from it quite nicely."

William rolled his eyes- that wasn't the point, but oh well. He set down his pen and reached out to pick up the cup, bringing it to his lips. The warm liquid touched his upper lip, but he paused, focusing his gaze up to Grell's face, mid-sip. Grell was looking at him excitedly, hands clasped in front of him expectantly.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all…" that was certainly suspicious, but he went back to the coffee. It was surprisingly… sweet, but not with the sweetness of added sugar or cream. If nothing else, the reaper could make a good cup. He downed the rest and set he cup down, picking up his pen again.

"Thank you, Sutcliff. You may leave now."

Grell hadn't moved from his spot, but slumped, obviously disappointed.

"Didn't you hear me? It might be just a hunch, but I think the pile of papers I gave you this morning is probably still right where I left it. Would you mind getting that started?"

Grell didn't want to go- what if the potion started working? Maybe… maybe it was just slow-acting. He skittered behind Wiliam's chair, crouching with his hands grasping the head of the chair.

"Oh, come on, darling! I just want to spend time with you!"

"You need to leave now, Sutcliff."

"Aww, do I have to?"

"No, you don't."

"Really? Can I?" Grell was close to disbelief. He hadn't expected that answer- not in a million years. Neither had William, apparently, who looked surprised at his own words.

What did I just say? Of course he can't stay here! It was just a slip of the tongue, that's all…

"Of course you… can!" no, no! That's not what he meant! He'd meant to say CAN'T. Grell CAN'T stay. The answer is NO. Why couldn't he say it?

Grell's face lightened up. This was the potion's work, no doubt! He decided to try something...

"Oh, it's fine, Will! I really DO need to get my work done, after all. It must be piling up."

William looked at Grell questioningly- he NEVER wanted to do his work! That's why he was surprised when Grell really DID start to leave the room. He suddenly had an unbearable urge to speak up- no! He could control his mouth, he could-

"Sutcliff, wait!"

Grell smiled. This was awesome! He froze in mid-step and turned around.

"What was that, Willu?"

William wrestled a bit with his words, and finally got out a sentence that conveyed, calmly, what he was wanting to ask. There had to be a reason why he was tripping over his words. And he thought he knew the culprit.

"Sutcliff, what the HELL did you do to me?"