For campylobacter.
It's after a kiss under the mistletoe.
They're in his apartment's office.
With her over his desk, her hair, wild over his textbooks and jagged ornaments.
Head thrown back as her breasts jiggle with each thrust inside her tiny, half naked body.
Her form convulses around his own.
He kisses her throat, her knees buck, inner muscles squeezing him like a vice.
Head over hers, nose lightly on her collarbone as thin fingers curl around both of his still clothed shoulders.
Not wanting to let go.