Author's Notes: Dedicated to my friends Fluffzilla and Tess-enstein. Also, prequel to Insides. AKA, reason Reeve stole Tseng's coffee mug.
Warning: Involves innuendos with Coffee and some Yaoi content. No flames!
Theme: Middle
Coffee
Some like it hot. Some like it cold. Some like it black. Some like it with milk. Sometimes I drink it and worship it. Sometimes I loath and condemn it. Now was a time I hated it more than anything.
Sure, coffee had gotten me out of the middle of a sticky situation before, but it put me right into the middle of one.
There sat Tseng, my best friend (and something more at times) across from the couch I was perched upon. For an hour I'd been attempting to lure him into a conversation, but all attempts had failed. Once more the dark brew had come between us.
"Goddamnit Tseng, will you put the mug DOWN?" I finally snapped, glaring at his favorite coffee filled mug.
Unfazed, the Wutain looked up at me and smiled. "Reeve, do you want some?"
In response I threw a pillow from its place beside me on the couch at his head.
"Damnit Tseng, I swear that if you don't put down the damnable mug I will hurt you."
"Reeve, I would not even suggest that if I were you."
"It is almost like you care more for your coffee and that mug then you do for me!"
A predatory gleam entered the Wutain's eyes.
And when I woke up two hours later, my body still wrapped around his, I swore I could feel the cold ceramic of his coffee mug between us. That whore…