general prompt: elias would like jon to associate reading statements with pleasure.
It seemed innocent to start.
“It’s a single origin Brazilian coffee,” Elias said with a self-satisfied smirk. “Surely you wouldn’t deprive yourself a good espresso?”
Jon had only just wrapped up post-statement notes literal seconds before Elias had allowed himself in Jon’s office. Jon hadn’t been Head Archivist long, and it still stunned him to discover just how immersive statements were. He was trying to shake off now that unsettling feeling of having been someplace else entirely. No, not someplace else—someone else.
“Ah, I can’t say I’m knowledgeable about what constitutes a ‘good’ espresso, but I do like coffee—”
“Black,” Elias asserted, “you take your coffee black. You’ll like this, I promise.”
For an instant Jon believed he saw Elias’s steel-grey eyes flash an unnatural shade of green. Strange lighting in the basement. “Right,” said Jon uneasily. “Well, what do I owe you?”
Elias chuckled and waved his hand with the coffee in it, causing the aroma to waft up and out to Jon. It smelled delicious. “Jon, I told you, the barista gave me two drinks by mistake. Just take it, won’t you?” He held out the cup expectantly.
“Well, thanks,” muttered Jon. He took the cup, and tried to ignore how nice it felt when Elias’s forefinger (surely on accident) stroked over the sensitive V between Jon’s middle and index fingers.
“I am delighted with the way you’ve been adjusting to your new department, Jon,” Elias said fondly. “Just do what you need to, and you’ll be fine.”
(cont. under cut)