Prompt: Frost
Pairing: Derek/Spencer

X: Frost

Derek was wide awake when it happened. Spener had fallen asleep early, leaving him sitting up in bed, his arms wrapped around the smaller man. First he heard it, then he saw it. There was a sound, something like a pop, before all of the lights in the house went out, including the TV he'd been watching. Usually when this happened, the power would come back on a few minutes later, he waited. Unfortunately, this wasn't going to be one of those times and several minutes had passed before he realized he was going to stay in the dark. Sighing, he patted Spencer's arm before trying to get up to start a fire.

The smaller man whimpered, clinging to him and shaking his head. "Not getting up," he mumbled, burying his head in Derek's chest.

"Sorry, Pretty Boy. The power's out and you're going to freeze if I don't get the fire going."

"Just wait a minute," Spencer reasoned, "it'll come back."

He shook his head. "It's been twenty, it's really out this time."

Spencer sighed, letting go of him and sitting up. "Fine."

Derek kissed his forehead before getting out of bed, pulling on his boots and tying them, grabbing his jacket and zipping it up. He took a deep breath before sighing, walking out to the backyard, opening the door to the shed, and taking out several logs for the fire.

Once he made it back inside, he found Spencer in front of the fireplace with all of the blankets and pillows from their bed, as well as a few from the hall closet. Right in the middle of the blankets was Clooney, curled up with his head in Spencer's lap. He sat down beside Spencer, putting a few logs inside and starting the fire.

"Comfortable?"

Spencer nodded slightly, reaching over on the couch and grabbing one of Derek's sweatshirts, pulling it on, pulling his arms inside. "Though obviously not as comfortable as Clooney."

Derek looked down at him and chuckled, seeing his dog fast asleep. "I guess not." He took off his jacket, tossing it on the couch and grabbing a blanket, pulling it around his body.

"We're not going to get enough sleep for work tomorrow."

Derek shook his head. "You have more than enough vacation days stockpiled that we can take one if our power isn't back in the morning."

Spencer opened his mouth to object, but quickly shut it. "Fine, but you can't give me any of your case files that you get over the next day."

He shrugged. "I'm perfectly fine with that."

The two of them sat there watching the fire for a while before Clooney moved out of Spencer's lap. Spencer took the opportunity to move closer to Derek, snuggling against him until Derek took the hint, wrapping his arm and the blanket around him.

"Jack Frost is a bastard," Spencer mumbled, resting his head on Derek's shoulder.

Derek bit his lip to hold back his laughter. "Excuse me?"

He glanced up at Derek. "You heard me. I could be cuddling in our bed right now, extremely warm and comfortable. Instead we're huddled for warmth like a couple of Neanderthals."

"And where did you learn such foul language?"

Spencer gave him a look. "Excuse me? With how often you say 'bitch', it's a wonder that every other word in my vocabulary isn't profanity."

Derek chuckled, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his arm. "I'm sorry I'm such a horrible influence on you."

"You should be."

The two of them eventually dozed off on the floor in front of the fireplace, Derek waking up every half hour to check on the fire, and if necessary, add another log. When the morning came and the power still wasn't on, the two of them both called out of work. Instead, they opted to spend the day sitting around the house together, talking and waiting for the power to come back on.

When they finally got the power back in the middle of the day, Derek turned to Spencer. "Is Jack Frost still a bastard?" he asked, a huge grin on his face.

Spencer smirked. "Though I did enjoy romantically cuddling in front of the fire? I'd rather it not be because I'm trying to get some heat, so yes, especially because he robbed me of my morning cup of coffee."

"...I ran out first thing this morning to make sure I had coffee for you," Derek argued.

Spencer shook his head. "It wasn't from my coffeemaker, therefore it's not my morning coffee, and it doesn't count."

Derek laughed, shaking his head. "Come on, while the heat's kicking in, I'll make you some coffee, then we'll see if anyone's still a bastard."

Spencer rolled his eyes before giving Derek a smile, getting up from the blankets and following him to the kitchen.