This is a collection of oneshots, each based on a line of a song from Blake Shelton's CD, Red River Blue. I already have several of these for In Plain Sight, House MD, and Burn Notice. This time it's Psych, and for those of you curious, this is a Lassiet project. First up, Honeybee. Read on and enjoy.
For Loafer. Just because.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
PsychPsychPsychPsych
If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
-Honeybee
Carlton Lassiter was a lucky man.
Lying in his bed, his woman in his arms, he thought back a few years when she was just a friend and he was completely clueless about his own feelings. It had taken seeing her in a relationship with another man to knock some sense into him, and by then, it had almost been too late. It had taken a messy breakup, a lot of talking and even more alcohol for things to happen between them, but when they did…
"Are you over thinking things again, Carlton?"
He looked down at Juliet and grinned. "Possibly."
Juliet yawned and stretched, then settled in his arms again. "Do you need me to distract you?"
"Mm…" He pretended to think that over. "Yes, I think I do need you to distract me."
He let out a surprised gasp when Juliet suddenly flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist. Oh, this was very nice…
With a wicked grin, Juliet placed her hands on Lassiter's bare chest. Then she lowered her head and nipped playfully at his neck.
"Oh God," Lassiter groaned, his hands finding her hips and gripping them tightly.
Juliet laughed softly against his neck, and the sensation sent shivers through the man holding her.
Yes, he was quite possibly the luckiest man on earth.
The End.
A/N: Next up, Ready To Roll. Thanks for reading, and please review!