9th Doctor X Reader: Coffee

(y/n) stumbled to the TARDIS control hub, searching for the Doctor. She was still in her (favorite color) sweats and her (2nd favorite color) T-shirt. Her ongoing mission: to find her favorite life sustaining beverage.
“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing your lumbering movements and droopy eyelids.
“Where’s the coffee? I’m exhausted.”
You had been travelling with the Doctor for over a week without a single drop of the Columbian grown beverage. Now, your body was caffeine deprived.
The Doctor chuckled, flashing his signature grin, and said, “It’s in the kitchen. Follow me.”
It turns out that the two of you ended up walking side by side, since you almost fell down the stairs (due to your tired eyes and limbs).
Finally, the two of you made it to the kitchen. It was small, but it was cozy. As the Doctor prepared drinks for the both of you, you sat at the table, propping your head up with your hands. You slowly began to doze off. Suddenly, a hot cup of coffee and a bottle of (favorite flavor) creamer appeared before you.
You nodded your head in thanks to the Doctor, who raised his cup in return. When he did, you noticed that he didn’t have any coffee in his cup.
“Where’s your cup?” you asked.
“Here in my hand,” he said, lifting his cup for emphasis, and sat next to you.
“That doesn’t look like coffee.”
“It’s not-it’s tea.”
“Don’t tell me that you don’t like coffee,” you said, stirring the cream into your coffee.
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“You seriously don’t like coffee?”
“No,” the Doctor said, sipping his tea.
“Why ever not?”
“Just don’t.”
“You’re so weird,” you said, rolling your eyes.
With that, you quickly started drinking the hot beverage. Since your sole attention was on filling your body with caffeine, you didn’t notice the Doctor’s eyes on you. You were also drinking so quickly, that a slight dribble of the now pale-colored liquid came out of the corner of your mouth and slowly ran down to your chin. You quickly put your coffee down and reached for a napkin. Suddenly, the Doctor grabbed your chin and kissed you where the coffee was travelling. He kept doing this along the trail of coffee, occasionally licking at it with his tongue, until he reached the corner of your mouth. Once he got there, he gave you a quick peck on the lips.
He then smiled at you and said, “You know what; you’re right. Coffee is fantastic!”
You both decided to make coffee your new morning ritual.