Hey guys! Guess what? I wrote a fluffy ficlet for holidayblindspot on Tumblr :o. Not a drop of angst, or whump. And no interruptions :D.

This is essentially 3 holiday Blindspot prompts all in one, namely hot drinks, winter weather, and blankets.

Thank you again Heather for your comments and proofreading. I glove you!

Please let me know what you think! Happy holidays!

Snowed in

Jane gazed at the view, leaning further back into Kurt's warm embrace as she admired the banks of untouched snow in front of her, glittering on the branches of the spruces. She gave a contented sigh, nuzzling Kurt as he placed his chin on her shoulder. She felt at peace.

"It's nice to see you so happy," Kurt's murmured, as if reading her mind.

"I am. I can't believe we're finally here. It's even more beautiful than I imagined." She was still in awe of the scenery, and would probably spend hours sketching it from memory.

He tightened his arms around her waist. "And this time we know no one will interrupt us. This time it is just us."

Jane turned, burying her cheek against Kurt's parka. "Thank you for making this happen." She closed her eyes, a feeling of warmth and calm spreading in her chest, despite the freezing winter temperatures.

He kissed her temple as he rocked them slightly in place. "You don't need to thank me, Jane. It was my pleasure. We both needed this."

Kurt and Jane were standing on the patio of a secluded cabin in the Colorado Rockies. They had finally managed to take a few vacation days after moving back to Colorado. The past couple of months after Madeline's downfall had been a whirlwind: deciding to move, house-hunting, moving, settling in and making plans for the future now that they were no longer working for the FBI, at least on a permanent basis.

Excited that they actually had time off, she glanced at him. "Let's go inside. I want to see how the cabin looks. The pictures on the site were great, but I want to see it myself."

"Okay," he agreed. "After that I'll get started on making us something to eat."

Jane walked inside, her eyes immediately falling on the beautiful stone fireplace, and the ceiling of the cabin. The room itself was not large, but it had a high ceiling and large windows opening onto the patio to reveal the majestic view of the large evergreen forest now glistening with snow. "Oh my God, this room is even more beautiful in real life," she exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the room and taking her time turning around.

Kurt didn't speak, he merely smiled at her enthusiasm, clearly happy because his wife was happy. Next, they checked the kitchen, Kurt appreciating the table space they had been able to fit in the rustic cabin. While he was checking the kitchen cupboards in anticipation for fixing them a meal, Jane had already gone off to check out the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom. She was looking out the bedroom window, admiring the falling snow when she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his warm body pressing into hers. She sighed happily.

"It's snowing," she remarked.

"Mm-hm. And they say it's going to continue at least until tomorrow." He pressed a kiss to her neck.

She turned in his arms, gazing at him. "This place is so calm, and beautiful. How did you find it?"

"One of the agents from the Denver field office mentioned this once and recommended it."

"Well, I'm really glad you were able to book this. I love it already," she smiled.

"Good. You hungry? I was thinking I'd get started on the cooking."

"Sounds like a plan."

They had eaten the dinner Kurt had prepared for them, with Jane mainly keeping him company as he prepared the ingredients and watched the simmering sauce, stirring it on occasion.

With the meal finished, Jane was sitting in one of the armchairs with her sketchbook, drawing the view outside as she watched the light slowly starting to fade away and the blizzard intensify. Kurt was sitting on the couch, halfway through a book, when they heard a loud crack from outside, and the ceiling light went out.

Jane looked at him in surprise. "What the hell was that?"

"Can't be thunder in the middle of the winter," he said, walking to the light switch, and flicking it. "Power's out."

She couldn't help but grin at him. "Some other time I might have suspected foul play, but now? We're in the middle of nowhere and hardly anyone knows we're here."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, same. Come on, let's go see what that sound was."

Jane retrieved her parka and followed him out.

He was standing by the stairs of the patio, looking out behind the cabin into the swirling snow, and reaching him, she saw what had caught his attention. A big snow-laden spruce had fallen on top of the powerlines leading into the house.

"Just our luck," she mused.

"So much for power. Think Nature has it in for us?" Kurt chuckled, watching the tree.

"After all the things we've been through, who doesn't?" She remarked drily. "How can a tree that large just fall like that?"

"The tree couldn't take the weight of the wet snow and toppled under the weight." At Jane's puzzled look, he went on. "We used to have those in Clearfield in really snowy winters."

Jane fished her phone out of her pocket and checked the screen. "Hmm…No service. So much for contacting the cabin's owners or anyone else."

"Makes sense. The blizzard probably cut the power into the cell tower as well," Kurt surmised, then gave her a lopsided grin. "Well, look on the bright side: no chance of anyone contacting us either."

She laughed at that. "True. We're more or less snowed in soon, and this isn't exactly flying weather either if someone sent a chopper for us."

He gave a snort. "I wouldn't put it past them." Then he turned to her, and gave her another one of the looks that made her heart constrict at the love she felt for him. "But we don't work for the FBI anymore, so that's not going to happen."

Jane nodded, feeling happy and sad at the same time. She missed the adrenaline rush and the feeling that they were doing something meaningful to help others, but she was happy that she and Kurt could finally have more time for each other, without their work interfering every time.

"Alright." Kurt leaned in, pressing a kiss in her hair. "You go inside, I'll go get some firewood from the barn while you get a fire going. Since the power is out, the heating will be out, too."

Jane sat in front of the fire, wrapped in a throw blanket, watching the fire crackle in the fireplace. Despite their predicament, she felt relaxed. Kurt had fetched a few armfuls of firewood from the adjacent barn, which would hopefully last well into the next day at least. After that, he'd retrieved his go-bag, which contained a flashlight, a small camping stove and some other essentials they might need.

The cabin's small living room was illuminated by the fire and the soft flicker candles that she had lit and placed on the tables and the mantle of the fireplace. She heard Kurt, doing something in the kitchen behind her. Time faded away as she gazed at the fire. Almost in a trance, she jumped when Kurt called her name.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled, passing her a mug. "Here, hot chocolate. It's made into oat milk."

Jane wrapped her fingers around the mug, enjoying the warmth spreading into her hands, as she scooted over, making room for Kurt as he sat down beside her.

She closed her eyes, inhaling the rich scent of cocoa. "Mhh, this smells amazing." Taking a cautious sip, she gave a delighted hum, the liquid warming her insides and leaving a wonderful chocolatey taste in her mouth. "And tastes even better." Turning to Kurt, she saw him gazing at her in a way that melted her heart. His eyes had a look of utter devotion and love as they met hers. "Thank you."

He took a sip of his own. "You're welcome."

She moved closer, tucking herself into Kurt's side as he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her.

Sipping on her drink, she gazed at the roaring fire, enjoying the comforting humming sound it made. She adjusted the throw around her shoulders, before Kurt pulled her snugly into him, wrapping the blanket securely around her.

"Better?" He asked, murmuring into her hair.

"Yeah."

They both simply sat there, enjoying the moment and each other's presence as they finished the hot chocolate.

Setting her mug down on the coffee table, she lay her head on Kurt's chest, feeling utterly content.

She relished his touch as his hand stroked her back, the soothing motion making her sleepier.

"I could get used to this," she mumbled into him.

Kurt's voice held a teasing note as he replied, moving his hand into her hair. "What, being stuck in a cabin without electricity in the middle of a blizzard?"

Jane smiled and looked up at him, her heart fluttering at his expression. "No. Getting to spend time with my husband, in front of a roaring fire, warm and content, and no one to interrupt us." She kissed his jaw before snuggling back into his arms.

"Mmh, you have a good point," he conceded, burying his nose in her hair. "I suppose I could get used to this too, then."

"And what if the power is out for days?" She asked after a while.

Kurt was silent for a moment, almost as if contemplating his answer. "Well…we have the fireplace for warmth and a roof over our heads. And there's the camping stove, so we won't starve."

"We can always make s'mores in the fireplace. "She mused quietly, burying deeper into Kurt's warm embrace.

He pulled back slightly, quirking an eyebrow at her. "Wait a minute. I thought I was the one with the sweet tooth?"

Jane looked up, laughing at his perplexed expression. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, Kurt." She grinned and wound her arms around his neck before leaning in for a deep kiss.

Pulling back for air, he gave her a look that was loving and full of heat at the same time. "Desperate, hmm?" He nuzzled her neck, his words husky against her skin. "I can think of a couple of ways of making you desperate, and food isn't one of them."

Before she got out a word to challenge him, he captured her mouth in another tantalizing kiss.