A little bit of Lassiet fluff. This was inspired majorly by a scene from the Burn Notice episode, Company Man, and demanded by Loafer. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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Shawn Spencer whistled happily to himself as he trotted up to Juliet O'Hara's apartment. He was in a particularly good mood, and he was dropping by the detective's home to see if she wanted to catch a movie with himself and Gus.
"Juliet!" He reached out to knock on her door, and he was surprised when it swung open. What on earth…? Tentatively he pushed the door open.
He had been in Juliet's living room a few times, and as he looked around now, he knew something was terribly wrong. Magazines were strewn about. Lamps had been knocked over. Something bad had happened here.
"Jules?"
A sudden scream nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he was stunned for a moment. Then he took off down the hall, toward her bedroom. There was another scream, and he looked for something, anything to use as a weapon.
There was a small lamp lying on the floor beside an overturned corner table, and he grabbed it. Holding it up with one hand, he took a breath and shoved Juliet's bedroom door open. "Get away from her!"
In the bed, Juliet was straddling her partner, her head back and her hands on his chest. Lassiter was handcuffed to her bed, his wrists red from struggling. When the door flew open and Shawn ran in, Juliet whipped her head toward him, her cerulean eyes wide with shock.
"Shawn?"
Lassiter growled and tried to escape the handcuffs again. "Spencer! Get the hell out of here, now!"
For a moment, Shawn just stood there, stunned. "I, uh, sorry," he finally managed, his face turning six different shades of red as he stumbled back out of the room. He dropped the lamp in the hall where he found it and practically ran out of Juliet's apartment.
The front door slammed shut, and Juliet looked at Lassiter. "Great…"
"He had to find out sometime, I guess."
"Yes, but I would have preferred being able to tell him… and not being naked."
Lassiter's eyes strayed to her breasts again, and already Spencer was forgotten.
Juliet had to smirk. Lassiter had been gone for nearly a month to do some kind of class at Quantico, and the moment he had walked through her door, she had attacked him. The wrecked living room and bruises on him were proof of that. What could she say? She'd missed him like hell.
Their eyes met, and moments later their lips came crashing together again.
The handcuffs weren't unlocked anytime soon.
The End!
A/N: Hehehe. Thanks for reading, and please review!