A Drabble A Day #19: Hot Chocolate
"Oh, very nice. You could've done better near the back, but I guess it'll do. It's not like it's standing in Times Square or anything."
Peter collapsed to the floor, heaving a large sigh. Claude had forced him to decorate the tree using only his powers and he realized just how out of practice he had gotten. It wasn't that hard to move the objects from one place to another; rather, it was Claude who kept ordering him to move something if he didn't like exactly where it had been placed. Peter almost wished he had done it by hand instead.
"I guess you deserve a reward, then." Claude came out of the kitchen, holding two steaming mugs. "Drink up."
Peter gratefully took the mug, putting it up to his lips and taking long sips of the hot chocolate. He smiled, never realizing before that Claude was so good at making drinks. He guessed that you became good at lots of things when you had to do them by yourself for so long.
"How's the taste?" asked Claude, dropping some marshmallows into Peter's mug.
Peter leaned over to kiss the older man. "It's really good.."
Soon the extensive telekinesis practice, the warm drink, and the even warmer arms that had draped themselves around him caused Peter's eyelids to droop, and he fell asleep while sitting on the floor, still wrapped in Claude's arms. Claude carefully hoisted the empath and himself up to the couch, then looked around for the blanket. Before he could reach for it, it floated towards them seemingly on its own, then settled down on top of them. Claude stared down at the empath in surprise, but the only sound Peter made was a quiet snore.
"Guess I've been working ya too hard," Claude laughed. "You're even doin' it in your sleep!"
A/N: Tripple drabble! Couldn't resist.