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Doctor 'Alto' Clef x Reader | Coffee

This just sort of... happened. I didn't plan it like this. Honestly I think Clef is the biggest bag of dick on the planet so guess what! Future fic where Clef is just gonna be a heartless, lying bitch. But for now have a cute one.
Still... not doing well with Bright. Send help. It's gonna be the death of me.

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Working for a Senior Researcher was a perfect opportunity for you to actually prove your abilities to the foundation. Perhaps even be promoted from Assistant Researcher. Working as an AR wasn't even that bad either. The pay was good, the hours were good and the jobs were somewhat enjoyable.
The only problem was who you worked for.
None other than Doctor 'Alto' Clef.
At first he was despicable, making sexist and generally misogynistic comments in your direction, with the occasional inappropriate joke. You had been warned how most women were repelled by Clef, and it even surprised yourself that you had continued this job so far without yet being requested to move.
However after proving yourself useful on numerous occasions he finally seemed to treat you like a human being. Which turned out to be downright rude.
At this point you were actually becoming fond of the man, his sarcastic and snarky comments amusing you more than anything. Although sometimes they could get out of hand, but you never dared tell him that they upset you. Knowing him, he'd end up using that as ammunition. Although sometimes you let your emotions get the better of you, particularly the days after you made mistakes.
"Look what the cat dragged in," you mumbled, eyes not moving from the computer screen.
"Which one?" Clef retorted, setting down a cup of coffee in front of you, actually assuming he'd been kind for once before peering inside to find it was pure black coffee.
"What's this shit?" you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
"Coffee. I made it like your personality. Bitter, dark and no one likes it," he shrugged, sitting down, feet casually kicked up on his desk, before pulling out his small instrument.
"You know this is useless to me, right," was your response, a low growl barely audible over the doctor's strumming.
"That's another thing, useless," he paused to speak before going back to playing random chords, paying very little attention to you.
"Would you rather work alone then?" you snapped back, you didn't mean to. Usually this was just playful banter between the two of you but you'd had a hard time yesterday, with no help from Clef as per usual, and he was just in your line of fire for your pent up tensions.
"Is it shark week or something?" he questioned, and - despite that ridiculous hat obscuring half of his face - you could see that cocky smirk in your direction.
"God damn it, Alto!" you exclaimed, half throwing your pen to the desk with a loud clatter and pushing your chair away so you could stand. In the same moment he struck a wrong chord on the ukulele, causing the room to elapse into silence.
"Why so tense," he asked eventually, causing more anger to bubble up inside you.
"Clef I-" you started, growing sick of his antics, but quickly became cut off by the man.
"I was genuinely asking," he said, softer and more serious this time, yet still opted a sature of ease, that at least proved that Clef had not been in fact abducted and replaced by aliens.
"Heh, it matters fuck all to you, right?" you muttered, picking up your abused pen and glaring at it, as if it was the source of all your problems.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned nonchalantly and you could hear him tuning the strings on his ukulele without needing looking up in his direction.
"You know damn well what it means," you sighed, more exhausted than anything at this point,"You're a liar. Don't pretend you don't get it."
He had stopped tuning the strings and had gone silent, only sipping his coffee every few seconds.
You sighed deeply, one that you couldn't prevent from passing your lips, should you have tried.
"I'm going to get a drink," you muttered, rubbing your eyes slightly as you stepped forward, coming into contact with a solid surface instead.
You weren't sure how he had even got there, his footsteps must've deadly silent, which was strange enough for Clef. It was also strange that he'd bothered to move from his chair for another reason than his own needs.
You watched his hand as his own, half empty, styrofoam cup filled with dark coffee was lowered down to your desk. The hand was then brought up, caressing your cheek to turn your face up to him. There your lips were met with his, colliding softly at first as you stumbled in shock. A hand around your waist stopped you falling and provided you with something of a comfort. You weren't sure if you liked this or hated it. Then quickly decided that, yes, you did in fact like this.
Then he pulled away, picking up his cup again by the rim, giving you that signature sly grin.
"I'll go get your coffee," he announced, stepping back from you and heading towards the door before you stopped him, the words passing your mouth before you could even think on them.
"Alto," he stopped tilting his head so he could see over his shoulder to look at you,"You drink your coffee black."
"I do," he chuckled and pressed the button to slide the door open with his free hand, readjusting his hat as it did.
"You're a filthy liar," was your only response, a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips.
"You know it," he turned to flash his own brilliant white smile at you before allowing the door to slide closed.