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Hot Chocolate and Whipped Cream

Lucy's POV

I rolled over in my bed and looked at my clock on my nightstand.

3:05

I groaned into my pillow. We got home around midnight and I couldn't fall asleep to save my life.

Our job last night didn't go well and I had almost lost Lockwood. We were looking for the ghost when it sneaked up behind us and gave us a run for our money. It was just about to touch Lockwood when I noticed it. I quickly slashed at it before anything could happen, but it still freaked me out. It took Lockwood a lot of reassuring to make me believe that he was okay and that nothing had happened. I stayed close to him for the rest of the night though so I could see for myself that he was fine.

After lying in bed for a few more minutes, I decided to give up and go downstairs and read. Reading usually puts me to sleep and that was exactly what I was looking for.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and accidentally stepped on the creaky floored. I froze and prayed that I hadn't woken anybody. About a minute later, I decided I was safe and continued my journey to the basement.

I was just about the walk downstairs into the basement when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I turned around and grabbed my rapier from the umbrella stand.

I sneaked into the kitchen and sighed with relief when I realized it was just my idiotic boyfriend looking at me with an amused expression.

"Couldn't sleep or are you just sneaking up on your boyfriend for fun?" Lockwood smirked.

"I wasn't sneaking up on you. I thought you were in intruder," I explained and put my rapier down.

"Why would an intruder be making hot chocolate?"

"Maybe they got thirsty," I offered and sat down at the table.

Lockwood sat down next to me and put a mug in front of me.

"No marshmallows?" I asked and pushed my mug away.

"You're cranky in the morning," he observed and took a sip of his drink.

"It's not morning until the sun is up."

He sighed, got up, and walked to the pantry. "Well, I guess George ate all of the marshmallows," he sighed and closed the pantry door.

"Typical," I mumbled and put my head down on the table.

I could hear him moving around in the kitchen and I tried to drown out the noise. I felt him poke my shoulder and I lifted my head up.

All of a sudden, my vision was blurred and I heard the sound of whipped cream being sprayed. I gasped. No he didn't.

I whipped my face off and saw Lockwood hunched over cracking up like it was the funniest thing he had ever witnessed.

"We didn't have marshmallows, but we had whipped cream!" He laughed.

Oh he was so dead.

I quickly got out of my chair and tried to take the bottle out of his hand.

He held it above his head so I couldn't reach it. I stood up and the table and jumped on him. We both went tumbling over as I meet my target.

I got up before him with the bottle in my hand and sprayed him in the face.

"Who's the tall one now!" I taunted as he tried to get up.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. He stole the bottle from my hand and started spraying in in my hair as I tried to get out of his grip.

"I really love what you've done with your hair," he joked.

"Thank you! I hired a skilled professional."

We went on like that for about ten minutes. I attacked, he attacked, and we were making a total mess.

I was laughing so hard I could barely stand up.

Once the bottle was empty, we were both lying on the floor, laughing harder than we ever had.

I looked over at him and he was smiling at me.

"Hey, you have a little something there," he observed.

"Where?"

"There," he said and gently pulled my lips on to his. I wrapped my arms around him and I felt him sit up straighter.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" He asked and tilted my head with his hand so I was looking at him.

"I guess I was just thinking about how I almost lost you tonight," I confessed.

"Hey Lucy?"

"Yeah?"

"You could never lose me even if you tried," he smiled softly and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

I laid my head down on his chest and closed my eyes. I felt him tighten his hold on me and I focused on the sound of his heartbeat.

We stayed like that for a while and I eventually fell asleep with my head and his chest.

We woke up the next morning to a very angry George.

"What the hell happened to my kitchen!"