This is a bit silly, but I accidentally rewrote two of the old prompts. Here ya go!
Judgement
"Alan, honey," Grell purred, lounging across his desk - and paperwork, to Alan's dismay. "You really think he's going to mind? Eric Slingby? Darling, he's got the least right to judge you for your orientation. Well, least right of anyone but myself."
"It's not that," Alan murmured, trying to ignore his reddening cheeks. "It's just… Embarrassing."
Grell rolled her eyes, looking at him over the red rims of her glasses. "Sweetie. Really. When I say 'he won't mind', I mean he'll probably love it. That man's sexual preferences are 'yes please' and 'often'."
"Y-you'd hardly know!" Alan exclaimed, looking scandalized.
The redhead looked down at him coolly, a hint of a pointy grin beginning on her lips as she said sweetly, "Poor sweet Alan. You really think I wouldn't have inside information on Eric Slingby? I have my sources. Not that they're needed, really: the way that man tarts about? A little thing like this wouldn't deter him in the slightest."
Alan was still wringing his hands in distress. "Are you certain? I mean, really certain."
"My dearest naive boy." Grell's eyes glittered as they raked over Alan's blushing cheeks. "Being gay for your senior isn't the worst trouble you could get yourself into. No one would blame you for a moment. I mean, have you seen the size of that man's-?~"
"Grell!"
Opportunities
Alan pursed his lips whenever he thought. And Eric loved it.
Whether it was a detail for a collection report or the name of a particular flower he was trying to remember, Alan's little pink lips puckered up ever so invitingly as he wracked his brains. Sometimes a crease appeared between his thin brows, and the expression became a positively adorable pout. Eric could have sat and watched Alan think for ages. That is, if he wasn't continually being told off for disrupting the brunette's train of thought.
"Eric, really. We've had this discussion, and I need to get this paper done."
"Can't help it. You're practically puckerin' up, Al."
"That doesn't mean you can just lean over and kiss me! It's distracting!"
"Well, stop thinkin' so much then."
"…I can hardly turn it off. I'm not you."
"Ouch."
"Oh, stop it. And let me finish this paper, then I'll pay you the proper attention. Needy man."
"Y'love me."
"Of course I do. …alright, one more kiss, but then I need to work! This report is due…. Monday? Tuesday? Hmm…"
"Heh. You're doin' it again."
"Stop that! I said one more!"