Spencer let Aaron into his apartment. He looked at Hotch as the older man looked around the messy room.
"Sorry, I haven't had the energy to clean up all day." Spencer attempted clean up some things littered on the table, but Aaron pulled him back.
"Just relax, we can watch a movie once I make the soup." Hotch said, steering to the kitchen.
Spencer smiled at the agent, bustling about the kitchen, trying to find a bowl and spoon. Spencer couldn't help but think how good he looked doing it. After about half an hour of rushing back and forth between checking how Reid is and making sure that the soup isn't boiling completely, They both settle down on the couch, and watch a Doctor Who marathon. It goes on until both their heads go limp, falling on each others.
Aaron wakes at 4am, for no apparent reason. He looked down and smiled at the sleeping man on his shoulder. He laid back down more comfortably and threw a blanket over the two of them, Spencer never waking.
They woke up late. Spencer awoke first to see Hotch next to him, smiling lazily in his sleep. Spencer looked to the clock on his wall. 12:07. He remembered it was Saturday and relaxed. He got up, careful not to wake the other man.
He went into the kitchen, feeling rested and a billion times better then he had yesterday. The chicken soup really worked. Who would have thought?
He started making omelettes and put the coffee on. After a little over 20 minutes, Aaron woke up and walked into the kitchen, smelling the freshly brewed coffee and newly made eggs.
"Morning sleeping beauty, it's half past noon. Do you always wake up at this hour?" Spencer asked, smirking slightly.
"Well we stayed up until 2 last night, I have a right to wake up this late." Aaron retorted, leaning on the countertop.
Spencer put the plates onto the island and went to pour the coffee, while Aaron put the plates onto the kitchen table. They moved in perfect symphony with each other, both helping out in the much desired late breakfast.
"Oh, I'm starving." Said Aaron after both men finally sat down. They looked each other in the eyes, smiling for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.
"Let's eat!" Spencer exclaimed. They both dug into their respective plates, enjoying the deliciously cooked meal.
Spencer finished first, taking light sips from his cup, watching Hotch finish.
"We should do this more often." Spencer suggested, taking another gulp afterwards.
"How about tonight? We can go for dinner, if you're feeling up to it." Hotch responded, almost finished with his omelette.
"Sure, we can get pizza." Spencer said, remembering the episodes of Doctor Who from last night, suddenly having a weird craving of sorts.
"Sounds like fun." Hotch said, understanding the reference.
"Good."
"Good."
They burst out laughing, something they haven't done in what seemed like years. And oh, it felt wonderful.
Hello! So here is the much awaited (by some of you) chapter. Even less fluff than the last but the next one will be better, I promise. Don't hate me! As always, reviews, critics, requests, anything is very, very much welcome. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed!