Just a quick little ficlet I wrote last night in response to a prompt from ImagineYourOTP's tumblr page (Go check it out!). Hope you enjoy! ^^
Prompt: "Imagine your OTP brewing coffee for each other and knowing just how much sugar to put in for the other person."
The first thing Roy notices when he wakes up that morning is that he is alone. He is not concerned, per say, but definitely confused: it's rare that Ed is awake before noon, let alone before him.
He takes his time acclimating himself to the idea of waking: leisurely rolling out of bed and slipping into his robe. He figures he'll worry about finding Ed after he's a little more awake.
It isn't until he's in the hallway, midway between the bedroom and the kitchen, that he realizes the reason he's woken up in the first place. The smell of coffee is so aromatic as he gets closer to the kitchen that he wonders how he ever missed it. Which is another thing: if he was still in bed until just very recently: who had made coffee?
"Good morning,"
Edward jumps at the greeting, apparently too engrossed in whatever he had been doing to notice Roy come into the kitchen. There is a clacking sound against the counter, and Ed whips around, turning his back on it. "Uh, hi."
Roy laughs at this. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No," Ed insists, too quickly to be convincing. Then, realizing this, he curses himself under his breath.
This was just too much, whatever it was.
"Really? Well, it sure seems like something. What have you got there?"
"Nothing." Ed looks nervous, but ultimately does nothing to stop him as Roy advances on him to see what he's hiding behind his back.
A cup of coffee.
"Is this for me?" Roy picks it up before Ed can answer, holding it high over the blonde's head in case he tries to snatch it back. He doesn't. Ed isn't much of a coffee drinker, but when he does, he certainly doesn't put milk in it like this cup so clearly contains.
"Dammit, yes," Ed skulks over to a chair at the kitchen table and plops down in it. "It was s'pposed to be a surprise before you came in and ruined it."
But Roy, already having taken a tentative sip, doesn't comment on this. It's perfect. Just the right amount of cream; sugar, but not too much…He muses that he couldn't have made it better if he did it himself.
"Ed, this is perfect." He repeats aloud. "I had no idea you paid attention to how I took my coffee." And he means it. Until now, he didn't even know Ed had any idea how to brew the stuff in the first place, let alone fix it the way Roy likes.
Ed scowls, his eyebrows and lips scrunching together. "Well, kinda hard not to notice: you're always pickin' on me and makin' a big damn show of all that…That stuff you put in there."
"You mean cream?" Roy offers, amused. He isn't surprised, though; that's pretty much milk in Ed's book. He goes over to Ed and stands by the back of his chair, holding the steaming mug in both hands and relishing in the warmth. "That's right, you would've had to touch it to make this for me." He looks down at Ed through the thin veil of steam, his dark eyes twinkling. "You must really love me a lot, to go to such trouble."
Ed's eyes widen almost alarmingly so and a dark pink flush engulfs his face. "Shut up and drink it, already," he gripes, looking away.
Roy smiles at him a moment before doing just that. "Thank you."
And he can almost feel Ed pause before he hears a quiet, "'welcome."
