She feels like a shaky, wet mess. Her breath burns with every exhale, her thighs ache in the best of ways, her skin feels sticky where it comes into contact with his. All in all, an excellent fuck. She had a feeling he would be; there's nothing more satisfying to her day than knocking heads with Malfoy on an intellectual level, and of course that translated to the physical realm.

They should have done this sooner. They should do this more.

"Yes," she murmurs back to the compliment, arching like a satisfied cat. It's only because he's still inside her that she isn't stretching out in satisfaction, in fact. But this is good. This is so good. "You, also."

This is very much not the debate level they get up to at work.