coffee porn (not here, sadly)

[seperis]

So I am sitting here, struggling to remain conscious and intersted in existence. And I keep fantasizing about coffee.

I mean, not just like a cup of coffee. No. This is elaborate.

It's a latte, like Cute Guy my freshman year used to make, settled into individual layers, sugar added carefully with a spoon so it gets sweet without destroying the visual. Slow, careful foaming of the milk by hand with a tiny whisk.

There is fresh whipped cream draped over the lip of the glass mug, layers of coffee visible beneath the slow slide of the foam, from the color of my skin at the top to deep brown at the bottom. Somehow, I know he gave it a shot of chocolate syrup and a whiff of vanilla. Tiny pure chocolate curls are sprinkled over the top and around the counter where My True Coffee Awaits. Bittersweet for contrast, because I love my coffee supersweet.

Seriously. I am almost convinced I can *smell* it.

This is the part where I tell everyone the nearest coffee shop is *miles away*. God. My life sucks.

I want coffee porn. Rodney, John, Lex, Clark, Brian, Dean, Logan, Scott Summers, Tom Paris, Snape, do not *care*. Anyone know where I can find it?

ETA: No, seriously. I really need coffee porn. because I am about to get work made coffee, which is a crime against coffee beans, good taste, humanity, and life itself. God. This is like staring at mud. Really sad mud.

Yet, I am still drinking it.

Comments

[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

I wish I could write you (hell, me) coffee porn, but unfortunately

1)I'm at work, so there is no writing of porn
2)I can't write porn
3)The description of your True Cup of Coffee has now gotten me craving more (and better) coffee and it's all I can think about.
4)Rodney would be great coffee porn...I can totally see John teasing him with a cup of freshly roasted just made coffee.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Rodney would be *mindblowing* coffee porn. He'd--he'd make these *sounds*. He'd stroke the glass to pick up the heat with his fingertips, lick around the lip of the mug to pick up the coffee-flavored cream and crystals of sugar. Lean over it and breathe in the smell with his eyes closed tight, cradling the cup between two big palms.Take this tiny first sip and go boneless against the lab bench, hazy-eyed and pliable and soft.

[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh....see, you don't need *us* to write you coffee porn. You should be writing the coffee porn for us. Because I can totally see that scene in my mind now. And John would be wearing his black t-shirt (and a P-90 because he's going on a mission and Rodney can't go and he's pouting and refusing John sex so John brings him *that* cup of coffee) and it'd be hot.

Yup.

[saldemonium.livejournal.com]

Guh. *thud*