She hated how bitter it tasted.
The strong aroma was intoxicating, and the heat kept her warm in this harsh, lonely winter. But she still hated that taste of dirt and ash. Her face cringed, she had to resist spitting it out and throwing the entire black concoction away.
Another sip made that close to possible. But something kept her holding on to that cup, continuously taking those little, mini sips of torture.
Because it tasted of him.
And even though a part of her hated it so much, it was the only thing that comforted her aching, yearning heart.
oOo
He cursed. This was disgusting. This was awful.
This was the worse idea he ever had.
Questioning his sanity, he pushed the mug away and went back to focusing on the data, the other best distraction he had.
But whatever he did, it worked. Beyond the disgusting, sickly sweetness that was mixed in his black coffee, she was there. Her smile. Her taste. It was there.
And so he took another sip. Gagged. Cursed.
Then another sip. Gagged. Cursed again.
Until he felt sure her absence meant nothing to her, that the emptiness was filled.
Then he took another sip.
Hi all! Two quick drabbles written in a span of less than half an hour hahaha. I'm still working on my multichapter fic but it will be a bit delayed as work is hectic and I'm focused more on getting better. So in the mean time, I hope you like this. I just realised it's been over 10 years and I'm still obsessed with this pairing. Yikes. I WILL NEVER BE FREE.