Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or the characters and actors associated with the aforementioned program.
Hope this is good. It's my first story and the idea popped into my head and it's after three a.m. Forgive any errors redundancy. I like constructive criticism, but no flames. Oh yeah, I am Team Abigail.
Abigail Lytar lay peacefully asleep in the large king sized bed. Her head resting on the fluffy pillow as her long chocolate locks provided more soft cushion for her head. The navy blue down comforter pulled almost all the way up to her slightly pointed chin. Occasionally, her nose would scrunch up as her mind dreamed something competely unknown to the other occupant, who speaking of, was wide awake staring at her.
Shawn had his head resting in the hand resting on his pillow. He'd blink his sea green eyes as he focused on the slumbering woman beside him. He wanted to reach his other hand out to push the pieces of her dark hair that had fallen into her face as she slept, but he knew that she could be a light sleeper with the slightest touch, so he retracted his hand mid-reach.
He let a lopsided grin form slowly across his tired face. He knew from years of his father preaching him as he, himself had come to realize, that no one was perfect. No one was perfect, but if there was an award for runner-up, he knew he'd be cheering Abigail on as she received the award.
There was nothing that was remotely bad about her or anything that 'threw up red flags' as he had heard the term so frequently. She was beautiful, she was witty, she was smart, knew all of his cheesy eighties references, even knew how to make a killer pineapple upside down cake, the one that he had failed so miserably at.
But there was one more thing that was astonishing about her;
She was there and she wasn't leaving. She wasn't one of these starter girlfriends or rebound girls. She was actually the first woman Shawn had been in a relationship with that didn't go running for one reason or the other. She was the first one who Shawn had actually wanted to keep.
He stated to Gus, 'There's no relationship Shawn, there's no boyfriend Shawn, there's just Shawn' and he had never been more right.
There wasn't a need for a 'Relationship' or 'Boyfriend Shawn' to differenciate his relationship with Abigail and his outside life.
That was because she accepted Shawn as 'Plain, old, pineapple-loving, hair-rating, John Hughes-loving Shawn'
Shawn continued to stare lovingly at Abigail, until a voice broke him out of said stare. "It's rude to gawk at a sleeping person." he saw the hint of a smirk on her lips as she scooted closer to Shawn, eyes still closed as she wrapped her arms tightly around his midsection and placed her head in the crook of her shoulder.
He chuckled lightly as he felt her kiss his neck very gently, before her breathing pattern became even and slow, telling him she had fallen back asleep. He rested his arm around her waist and whispered. "I know, but I can't help that you're perfect.' he said, finally feeling his eyes flutter shut as sleep overtook him.