You were snowed in after closing a case in Wisconsin, having to stay at the little inn for at least a few more days. What better way to pass the time with your colleagues than to play a game of truth or dare?

The thing was, the game was just being played between the ladies: you, Emily, JJ, and Garcia. The lady who ran the inn had given you a bottle of red wine on the house, saying you deserved it after such a long week. Who were you all to say no?

You were all in a living room-like area on the second floor of the cabin-esque inn, and were pretty much the ones staying there so you had the space to yourselves. You girls were sitting in a circle on the floor while the boys were scattered: Reid in a chair with a book, Rossi and Hotch filling out paperwork at a small table, and Morgan sprawled out on the couch, watching football on the TV that sat just left of you.

You felt your boyfriend's gaze leave the TV and wander to you every so often, and you would turn and shoot him a comforting smile. It was nice to be able to take a break from the stress of your jobs and just all hang out together. Even if it was forced by a snow storm.

"Okay, Y/N, my dahhhhh-ling, truth or dare?" Garcia drawled dramatically.

You giggled, "Oh, you should know my answer by now, Garcia, my sweet. Dare."

"I love this fiesty woman," Garcia smiled, lowering her voice and leaning in, "I dare you to go and sit on Chocolate Thunder in all the most uncomfortable ways possible until he tells you to move."

All the girls giggled, and you just shook your head with a smile, standing up as unsuspiciously as possible and making your way over to Morgan.

He saw you coming and brought his eyes away from the screen in front of him, giving you a warm smile, "Hey there, pretty thing."

You smiled back, trying not to laugh at what you were about to do, "Hello to you too, hot rod."

He was laying horizontally across the couch, so you moved like you were going to lay on top of him. Once you did you turned on your side so that you were laying in the most awkward position, your head smooshed into the couch cushion behind you, drawing your legs up so your knees were on his chest, your feet inches from his face. All the girls not-so-sneakily watched with glee.

Morgan chuckled, "Comfy, babygirl?"

You hummed in thought, changing positions again. This time you wiggled so that you were wedged between the couch and his back, your back pressing against his with your head leaning back against his butt, your legs and feet knocking his head slightly as they moved under it.

"What's gotten into you, crazy girl?" Morgan laughed, although you could tell he was confused.

"Just trying to get comfortable," you mumbled, and you could hear the snickers coming from the ladies.

It was time for your final move. You somehow maneuvered yourself so that your head was between his feet, the rest of your body draping over the armrest there before kicking up and over so that you were in some sort of yoga rollover stance, your arms bracing against his calves, your head pressed into the cushion between his feet, and your legs suspended above you as your socked feet came to land on his chest.

"Girl, you are going to hurt yourself," Derek grunted, raising himself up and pulling your legs the rest of the way down, causing your position to collapse with an umph. He moved you so that you were cradled in his lap, "If you want attention, I'll give it to you sweetheart, all you had to do was ask."

You giggled, booping him on the nose cutely as the girls started cheering, "It was a dare, silly. Now I gotta go back to playing."

He held you firm, keeping you from standing, grinning devilishly back at the girls, "Sorry ladies, she's all mine now."

You made an exaggerated pouty face, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, "Der, let me go play."

He just held you closer, chuckling quietly, "I think I deserve a reward for being an unwilling participant in this game of yours . I would like some proper cuddles, babygirl."

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and finally smiled, giving him a dramatic sigh, "I suppose I can't say no to that. Go ahead with the next round without me!"

The girls all groaned and whined, trying to get you to come back over, but you just giggled and shook your head at them. Morgan pulled you back down onto the sofa with him, so you were now laying properly on top of him. Your head rested on his chest, arms draped over his shoulders and legs fitted snugly between his. He had one arm draped across your lower back, sneaking down to pat or pinch your butt every now and then, while the other tangled in your hair.

He quietly explained everything that was going on on the TV screen, reminding you that he had been a football star once upon a time. You listened for as long as you could before dozing off with a content hum.

"Aw, Morgan, you bored her to sleep with football terminology," Emily cooed, "how sweet!"

Morgan just smiled and shook his head, watching as your parted lips let out little puffs of air steadily. He brushed some hair out of your eyes, the brush of his fingers against your forehead causing you to snuggle deeper into his henley-covered chest. He couldn't believe how cute you were.

When you woke up it was the next morning, and you and Morgan were still on the couch, a blanket covering your bodies. You would later find out that Rossi had draped the blanket over you before he went to bed, saying you both looked too peaceful to wake up.

As usual, Morgan was still out like a light. He slept like a rock if he was left uninterrupted. You took a moment to study his face in the rare moment of complete peace. You grazed a finger lightly over his smooth skin, his full lips, his perfect nose. You admired his dark, long eyelashes, surprisingly well kept eyebrows, and the little bit of stubble that was growing in from several days of not shaving. As if he could sense your staring, his eyes fluttered open.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily.

You twisted slightly so you could see the old wooden clock behind the couch, "Eight-thirty."

Morgan smiled lazily, his fingers now scratching at your back relaxingly, "We slept all night in here?"

"We did," you nodded with a yawn, "And I'm not opposed to spending the rest of the day right here as well. Looks like the snow definitely hasn't let up."

Morgan stretched lightly, "Nowhere else I'd rather be, babygirl. Did you sleep okay?"

You giggled, "I did, I had a really comfy pillow."

He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound in his chest vibrating against your own, "Well now I just feel used."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head slightly as you leaned forward to capture his lips with yours. You moved from his lips then to press quick, tiny kisses all over his face. He laughed, gripping your hips as he wiggled around under your touch.

"Someone's feeling extra sweet this morning," he chuckled, squeezing your hips as you pulled away smiling.

"I can't help it, it's just so nice to have a quiet morning to ourselves," you sighed contentedly.

Your quiet morning lasted exactly three minutes longer, before Garcia came in and announced breakfast was downstairs. Belgian waffles were something you just couldn't refuse, dragging Morgan off the couch, the blanket wrapped around you like a cape. 

That weekend was one you would look back on often, fondly remembering truth or dare shenanigans, good cuddles, white snow and warm waffles. And most importantly, being surrounded by the people you loved without any pressure to solve anything.