Prompt: Hot Chocolate
Pairing: Derek/Spencer
Rating: K+

II. Hot Chocolate

Spencer looked out the front windows and saw Derek, bundled up and shoveling the walkway while Clooney ran around, jumping on top of the snow piles. He smiled to himself, knowing that Derek must be freezing, and wanted to make him something to warm up. Walking to the kitchen, he opened the cabinets until he found exactly what he was looking for. He filled up the kettle with water, setting it on the stove and turning on the burner. While that was warming up, he pulled on his jacket, pulling open the door and poking his head out.

"Do you want me to get Clooney out of your way?" he called out.

Derek turned to face him, moving his scarf that was wrapped around his mouth and neck. "He's fine out here. He knows not to leave the yard and he's just running around."

He glanced over and saw Clooney running across the yard, sinking into a snow pile and his head popping out of the snow. He chuckled, shaking his head and closing the door, going back to the kitchen.

Looking through the fridge, he took out the milk and whipped cream, setting them on the counter. He then grabbed one of the travel mugs from the cabinet, opening it and ripping the packet, pouring its contents inside. He also poured some into a mug for himself, wanting his own. He also dropped in a few chocolate peppermint candies at the bottom, so they'd melt and give it a minty taste. When the whistle started blowing on the kettle, he walked over to the stove, turning off the burner and picking up the kettle, pouring water into both mugs and stirring them. Once everything was mixed in, he poured in milk to cool it down. He then grabbed the whipped cream, turning the canister and spraying some into each of the cups, following it up with some chocolate sprinkles on top.

"Anyone ever told you that you should be a barista?" Derek asked, kicking his boots against the stairs before sitting down, untying them. He whistled and Clooney ran inside, shaking the snow out of his fur.

Spencer smirked. "What can I say? I'm a multifaceted genius."

"That you are." He rolled up the bottoms of his jeans and pulled off his socks, walking to the bathroom and throwing them in the hamper, before walking out to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Spencer's waist and kissing his cheek. "All of this for me?"

"Well, I figured since you were doing all the hard work to be sure I didn't slip and bust my knee again on ice and snow, the least I could go is give you a little pick-me-up to warm you up."

"Emphasis on the again," Derek said, picking up his mug and taking a sip, humming to himself. "Delicious."

"You doubted me?" Spencer scoffed. "I'm hurt."

Derek laughed to himself, leaning over and kissing Spencer's cheek. "Not for a single second."

They were both in the kitchen, Spencer sitting up on the counter while Derek leaned against it, sipping what was left of his cocoa.

"What did you put in this?" Derek asked, motioning toward his mug.

"Packaged hot chocolate mix, mint candy, a little bit of whole milk, whipped cream, and sprinkles," Spencer said, listing off the ingredients and counting them on his fingers.

"Well, my compliments to the creator, because it's delicious." He raised his mug at Spencer before finishing it off, setting it in the sink. "But you do realize this goes in the fridge, right?" he asked, holding up the milk.

"I didn't have time to put everything back before you decided to track snow in the house."

Derek shook his head. "You're spending too much time with Garcia, because I'd swear, you just sassed me."

He shrugged, taking the milk from him and putting it in the fridge. "There's worse I can learn from her." He closed the door and saw Derek with the whipped cream canister to his mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Getting a snack." He sprayed some into his mouth before closing it, swallowing. "Want some?"

"…And exactly how often do you violate our whipped cream?"

"You mean to tell me you've never snacked on whipped cream, just because?"

"No, why would I? It's meant for ice cream and beverages."

Derek shook up the can. "Open up."

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Just trust me."

Spencer rolled his eyes, walking up to Derek and opening his mouth. Derek smirked, spraying in some of the whipped cream, before putting some on his nose, smiling to himself. Spencer swallowed, shaking his head. "This is not a battle you want to start, Derek."

"…Is that a challenge, Spencer Reid?"

He opened the fridge, taking out another canister from the shelf and opening it, shaking it. "Loser has to clean up the mess."

Derek chuckled."Game on."

If you asked Spencer who won, he did. If you asked Derek who won, he did. But both of them enjoyed a good laugh and forgetting the job for a while, acting like children and having fun for a change.

What wasn't fun to explain, however, was the whipped cream mess all over the house when Garcia came by to drop off some treats she'd bought for Clooney.

After walking inside and seeing Spencer blushing, she shook her head, wiping her hands in the air and putting them up. "What you two do in your couple time is none of my business."