Author's note & Disclaimer: I don't own FF7 or Community Coffee. This story will eventually have a plot, I promise. R & R please.

/Vincent/

I opened my eyes and winced involuntarily as the sunlight hit them. I've been rising with the sun for the past eighteen years, but I still haven't gotten used to the glare. The rising sun fascinates me. After all those years in my self-imposed prison without light of any kind, I'll never take such simple things for granted again.

A loud noise right by my head interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head slightly towards the source and allowed myself a small smile as I watched my lover sleep. He looked so, dare I even think it, adorable when he was sleeping. Just seeing him like this made me forget about the smoking and cursing and yes even the snoring as annoying as they can be.

What a beautiful creature he is, I thought as I gazed at him. Sometimes I wonder if one day I will wake up in the ShinRa mansion basement only to find that this has been nothing more than a dream. I slowly disentangled myself from his embrace and sat propped up on one elbow. I used my other hand to tentatively run my fingers through his hair. He didn't stir. I frowned slightly at the sight of more gray tainting his sandy blond hair and kissed him softly on the lips. As I lifted my head, I noticed the clock on the nightstand. Time to get up. I sighed and forced myself to leave the bed. The hardest part was walking out the door. I tried not to look as I headed for the kitchen.

/Cid/

Nothing. "What the fuck?" I said aloud. I felt around blindly, but found nothing. My eyes opened and saw that he was gone before they immediately reclosed from the blinding sunlight. I rubbed my eyes and was about to panic when I smelled the faint scent of dark roast coffee coming from the direction of the kitchen. "He's still here," I whispered. I have this almost irrational fear that one day I'll wake up and he'll be gone forever. I shudder just thinking of the possibility.

After a long period of just sitting, I decide to get up and make my way to the kitchen. The coffee better be ready. I prefer tea , but it just isn't strong enough for this early in the morning.

As I enter the kitchen, I see him standing by the sink with a sponge in one hand and a plate in the other. Imagine that, the oh so scary ex-turk washing dishes. Everyone would shit themselves and faint if they knew. He looked so domestic and yet so damn sexy standing there in his dark red silk pajama pants. All he needed to complete the look was an apron, preferably just an apron, or better yet nothing at all. I tried to suppress both my giggle and the urge to jump him right then and there, but only managed to do the latter.

It was then he turned around and shot me an amused look with those hauntingly beautiful eyes. "Like what you see?" he asked casually.

/Vincent/

I could feel him watching me as I washed the dishes. He finds me attractive for some reason. As time has went on, I'm starting to allow myself to enjoy the attention, but the Wutai in me still has me slightly embarrassed and ashamed of it. I pretend not to notice him standing there to let him think that he's actually snuck up without me knowing that he's there, but after hearing him suppress a laugh I could pretend no longer. I put the plate I was rinsing away then turned around and asked jokingly, "Like what you see?"

He almost fell out of the doorway in shock when he realized I knew he was there. "Hell yeah, I do. Now where's my goddamn coffee?"

"Right here," I replied. He dropped down in his chair waiting expectantly and very sleepily for his mug. As I brought it over, I took the open opportunity to ogle him. He always came to the table in the mornings wearing only his boxers. I had to admit that I would be sorely disappointed if he ever decided to get dressed before his first cup of coffee. I sat it down in front of him and brought over the pot and a tray with the cream and sugar, knowing that it would take at least two more cups before he would be a completely functioning person. I got my own cup off the counter and sat down in my usual place, directly across from him.

/Cid/

I felt him staring at me and stopped downing the hot drink just long enough to demand "Are you picturing me naked?"

"No, of course not," he replied, but the gleam in his eyes and the small smirk he tried to hide gave him away.

"Yes, you are!" I exclaimed. "But that's okay, I don't mind, not one fucking bit." He put his head down trying to cover his face with his long hair, but I caught the faint red tint before he could hide it. "Are you blushing? Aw, shit, I didn't mean to embarrass you. If it makes you feel any better I was thinking about you naked too."

He lifted his head and smiled. "I know you were," he said. Dammit, I couldn't resist anymore. I got up out of the chair so fast it went crashing to the floor and before he could say anything else, I was already around the table kissing him passionately.