Juliet was supposed to be on her way home, but it appeared Mother Nature had other plans.
She calls it bad luck and he calls it fate. Either way, her car's broken down and she's dripping wet, and Shawn (just as soaked) had appeared out of nowhere. Her cell phone refuses to turn on, making her growl at it, and he stepped off of his bike, saying his was broken too. So why was he grinning like an idiot? She tucked her hair behind her ears, suddenly conscious of how she looked.
"It's good to see you, Jules," the psychic grinned widely, his hair stuck on end and looking slightly manic. "Do you need a ride, or something?"
She was about to turn him down, because riding with Shawn would mean riding on his motorcycle, and with her luck today, they'd probably crash, but she thought better. "...Yeah. Thank you, Shawn."
"No problem, Jules." He realized he only had one helmet, and offered it to her.
"Shawn..."
"It's okay," he assured her with an easy smile. "I'll drive really slow." She put her arms around his waist, not needing to see his face to know he was grinning (because she was basically hugging him). Even in the rain, he felt warm, so she hugged him a little tighter.
Juliet hadn't envisioned the highlight of her day as being rescued by Shawn Spencer, an unorthodox white knight, to say the least. He was calm and silent as they drove, a side to him she hadn't seen before, and one that intrigued her.
Shawn pulled into a side street as she directed him, pulling into her driveway and letting her step off the bike. "Thank you, Shawn," she repeated, handing him back his helmet.
"You're welcome," he smiled. "...You should probably get inside before you get sick," he advised in a gentlemanly fashion, as though he hadn't been out just as long as her.
Juliet frowned, now standing in her doorway. "Shawn, will you be alright? You can-" He could what? Come inside? As if that wouldn't be crossing every boundary she had so carefully erected around herself.
He sensed her discomfort, and said, "It's okay, Jules. I'm just going to head home."
"Oh. Okay."
She was torn between the comfort of her home and his company, and struck by a sudden impulse, leaned forward to catch his lips in hers. Juliet felt him tense, but he caught on quickly, deepening the kiss. Eyes still closed, she felt him smile, and she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside.
This morning had been hell, but this afternoon was looking pretty damn good.