A/N: So, I had to deliberate quite a bit when it came to this prompt, because the prompt for 'Taste' can be taken in a lot of contexts. Not all sexual, either. So I needed to think of who would best suit this prompt, and what way I was using the word. I finally decided on the very simple, obvious use of the word coupled with Shera and Cid Highwind. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
The door slammed open suddenly, making a young woman jump from her spot in the kitchen with a squeak. The woman quickly straightened her attire, brushing back some brown locks that had escaped the prison that was her hair tie. She collected the tea pot and cups from the kitchen counter, where she had been mixing the specific brew that the man clomping through the back door did enjoy after a long day of working on the mechanics of his plane, the Tiny Bronco. She managed to place the tea pot and cups on the table before the gruff man collapsed into his chair, groaning.
"Hello Cid, I made your tea for the evening. Supper should be finished shortly, as well."
"Hn," the pilot grumbled, taking out a cigarette and lighting it without even glancing at the quiet woman. She bit her lip, before sighing gently to herself and made her way towards the cooking section of the kitchen. "What'chu sighin' for, Shera?" he asked then, glancing at her sharply with blue eyes, blond five o'clock shadow on his chin and cheeks. Shera squeaked again when suddenly spoken to, spinning around to look at him in shock.
"E-eh…?"
"Stop jumpin' 'round for Gaia's sake, woman! I ain't gonna attack ya or anythin'!"
"Sorry, sorry!" She quickly apologized, looking at him with wide eyes. He stared at her for another moment before sighing, turning away and taking a drag from his cigarette. She frowned a little as she turned away from him, wishing he wouldn't smoke inside.
Meanwhile, Cid Highwind watched as the woman who had caused his flight to outer space to fail went into the kitchen to make the supper she had promised; he could smell it from the time he had walked into the house. Putting out his cigarette in the ash tray that was specifically placed at the table for him, Cid poured some tea for himself, swishing it around in the cup before he took a sip of it. Letting the hot liquid run down his throat, he sighed, relaxing against his chair.
Well, if there was one thing Shera was good at, it was making a fine tasting tea.
Though he'd never tell her that.