...This is why caffeine addiction is a BAD thing
But it was night now, and night was theirs. Feeling more tingles of apprehension work their spiraling way up his spine, XXXXX broke into a quiet run, dashing for the break room and slamming the door shut behind him. And there He was, dressed in pure white as usual, waiting for him perched atop the counter.
XXXXX stared at Him. Mr. Coffee stared back. And XXXXX smiled for real then, making his way over, and pushed all the right buttons to turn Him on.
By the Gods, He was beautiful...
It was with breath caught in his throat that XXXXX reached for the cabinet above Him, drawing out filters and his special expensive Midgar Blue Moutain coffee beans. He could almost taste it already, the scent of it filling the air as the coffee grinder vibrated against his stomach; he almost could feel it already, hot and sliding down the back of his throat as he poured heated water into the machine, heart beating faster and faster with each and every drop. Clutching the edge of the table for support, XXXXX slid the ground beans into the filter-oh God, the filter-and closed the machine, pressing the "on" button with a gasp, and-oh Gods, yes, this was caffeinated ecstasy-
When the door slid open, XXXXX froze in his chair, pitcher of coffee in one hand and the other down his pants.
When the door slid open, Sephiroth froze in his tracks, keycard clattering to the floor and jaw nearly following it.
"What the fu-" Sephiroth started, and
"I know what you did with that Cactuar last summer," XXXXX finished, calmly running his tongue along one side of the heated glass.
Sephiroth choked, picked up his keycard, and left.
XXXXX just smirked, closing the door behind him, and-
Oh, Gods, yes...
"Err, Mr. Tuesti?" Elena asked the next morning, tucking a bit of her hair behind one ear. "Can I talk to you for a second? It's not important, but-"
"Of course," Reeve replied, turning and leaning against the counter in the break room.
"It's about General Sephiroth," the rookie admitted, blushing a little. "I heard what you said a while ago, about the General being insane, and..."
"Yes?"
"Well, we were having coffee this morning, and when I asked if he wanted sugar or cream, he... twitched, and..." she broke off, shaking her head. "It... I think you may be right, sir."
"I may be," Reeve smiled, "but don't go around spreading the word now, Elena. And remind me to find the secretary that makes the coffee around here and have a chat with her, whoever she is."
"Why's that, sir?"
Reeve drained his cup and turned to gaze out the eastern windows at the rising sun, grimacing and gagging at the taste in his mouth. "One, because she always leaves a mess, two, because she leaves the machine on, and..."
"Is there a three?"
Reeve nodded, wiping at his mouth.
"I swear whoever makes it in the morning always puts in salt."
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