[Text]: ‘We are making hot chocolate, you want some?’

You sent the text message to Nikolai, who was currently freezing his ass off in the helicopter hangar. You honestly felt bad for him. It was snowing for days now, and your whole team was stuck on base. It was boring, but at least here, inside the barracks, it was warm. However, Nik insisted that he must coddle his beloved heli at all times, to make sure the engine won’t stall due to freezing temperatures. So, he was there every day, for hours. Maintaining his beloved machine, letting the engine run for a bit, changing oil, cleaning spark plugs… and yes, freezing his ass off.

Your phone buzzed just moments later, a reply from Nikolai was straight to the point:

[Text]: ‘If you pour some vodka into it.’

You laughed with a snort, smiling at your phone. Nik never failed to amuse you. But well, he also had a point. At first you didn’t treat his text seriously, but actually… the more you were thinking about it, the more adding some buzz to your own hot chocolate too sounded like a good idea.

[Text]: ‘I will try to smuggle some alcohol into your mug when Captain won’t be looking.’ You promised him via text, and then hurried to the kitchen to see if you can find a bottle of something stronger.

It actually took you a longer while to rummage through all of the cupboards, and Captain Price was also lurking, so you needed to be a little stealthy. And it seemed Nikolai got a little impatient for the promised drink. You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket constantly as you rummaged through the kitchen, and when you finally looked, you had several unread text messages from Nikolai:

[Text]: ‘Hurry, it’s really cold in here.’ [Text]: ‘???’ [Text]: ‘I can’t feel my toes.’

When you finally found a bottle of brandy in the back of one of the cupboards, you texted him back:

[Text]: ‘Got booze!’

And his reply came fast, eager, and in a form of an innuendo:

[Text]: ‘Finally! Now come warm me up.’

You smirked at the phone, and as you read the text you could hear his voice in your head saying it. In that accent of his, with that infuriating cocky smile, knowing damn well how it sounded. He’s been saying things like that to you for weeks now, and the time has come when you were done with teasing. You tucked the bottle of brandy under your arm, grabbed two mugs of hot chocolate, and headed to the hangar.

Oh, you’re going to warm him up, alright…