A/N: post ep for "Black and Tan: A Crime of Fashion"
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych
Handcuffs
"We didn't make an arrest today," Shawn Spencer said, lounging on the bed and watching the open door. Right on cue, Carlton Lassiter entered; undoing his tie and the top button of his shirt, his eyes narrowed in a glare.
"I'm aware of that, Spencer," he snapped. Shawn rolled his eyes at the rather venomous but expected response and crossed his arms over his chest as Carlton turned to his closet.
"We'll just have to think of something else to do with those handcuffs," Shawn said. Carlton turned around, one eyebrow raised in question.
"What did you have in mind?"