Inspired by Thomas from my Pick Three Words #11...
You are printing something on the office printer. At least, you were trying to print something, but there's some sort of paper jam. You've crouched down, pulled open the printer cabinet, and have one arm deep inside when you hear an incredibly liquid sniffle... right next to you.
"Jabbed agaihd?" they ask, their voice rough and stuffy.
Hurriedly, you withdraw your arm and glance over to see your coworker, also crouched down now, less than six inches from you.
They are clearly in the throes of the worst possible cold.
Their nose is red and damp around the nostrils. Their eyes are tired. Their mouth is parted both because they cannot breath through their nose and because...
You can tell before they can, and you try to find a polite way to stand back up, to distance yourself, but before you can move, the tickle culminates in a series of wet, germy sneezes.
"Ahp'tsschh! Tscchhh! Heh'GDZZZssshh!! Hap'TISSSHHUUUU!!"
The first two catch you full in the face, drenching your nose, cheeks, and lips with contagious spray.
Then, as if realizing they are sneezing openly, your coworker at last brings up their cupped hands to catch the remaining sneezes.
"*Snrrffff*... guh, I'hb so sorry."
With your arm, you try to wipe some of the spray from your nose and mouth, then stand as you issue a weak, "Bless you" that does not sound sincere.
With gasping, hitching breaths, they teeter, and, instead of steadying themselves on the printer, they fumble a hand toward your leg, and manage to tip forward and direct their ensuing sneezes... against your thighs.
"Hhh... hhhehhh... ahk'DSCHHH! TSCHHH! AHP'KISSHHUUU! Hhh-hh-heh'DZZSSHHHHUUUU!!"
There are two wet spots on your clothing now. One large, messy spot, consisting of thousands of germy, cold-filled droplets, and a slightly smaller spot a little higher up -- the evidence of your utter arousal.
You want to slide your hand to the back of their hand and jam their face back against your thighs... or a little higher up. You want to grab them by the hand, pull them into your office, shove them onto your desk, and fuck them senseless. You do neither.
"Bless... you," you manage, voice strained. "You... should go home and get some rest."
"I'hb fide, and besides, I doh'd have a *snrffff* rihde. I carpooled today. But baybe you should go hobe... you lookh flushed."
"Okay... if you're cerdihd."
It is not a wise offer. You might get three blocks before you pull over, tug them into the backseat, and straddle them while you play with their poor little sneezy nose.
But you can't take it back now. And as they stand to offer you a grateful smile, you see their runny, tickly nose start to twitch again....