A Compromise Between Coworkers (Patreon)

"I can't actually sit on your face. I'd smother you and I just got to a point where I don't, in fact, want to do that." 

"Granger," he pleaded, despite her not having been just Granger for some years, "While I appreciate your dedication to my survival. I might actually die without experiencing your sweet cunt on my -"

"Draco!" Her hand flew to cover his mouth, "You can't say that! We're in the middle of the department!" 

"Then let me take you home and I'll say it there."

She looked at him and his pointy features, thinking perhaps they resembled a seat. 

"Might I offer a compromise?"