I've made so many one-shots lately so I figured I'd try to do a James/Juliet multi-chapter fic for a change. It's going to be mostly fluff so if that's the kind of stuff you like, enjoy... (and reviews are more than welcome) :)

"Juliet!"

She heard her name being called from inside of the bathroom. However she chose to ignore it, for she was in the middle of rereading East of Eden and couldn't tear her eyes away from the page. She was just getting to the good part, there was no distracting her now.

"Juliet!" She heard again and after letting out a brief sigh, went back to her reading. Whatever it was James wanted would have to wait.

Only a few paragraphs later did she hear the crick of the bathroom door swing open then slam shut, followed by familair footsteps stomping into the room.

"Hey Blondie." James suddenly growled out from behind her, "Didn't know ya' were in need of a hearin' aid."

She closed the book with a sigh, "What is it, James? What did you need so badly that--"

"We're outta shampoo." He drawled out, "Figured ya' might have some extra hidden 'round here somewhere."

"Yeah." She stated, getting up, "There's some in the--" She paused, turning around to face him for the first time, and struggled to catch her breath. He was wearing nothing save a single towel drapped around his waist, and had drops of water sparkling across his bare chest. He casually flipped back his sandy hair as he waited for her answer and she instinctually licked her lips.

"I'll--uhh..." She cleared her throat, "I'll go get it."

"Take your time." He sardonically called after her, "Not like I have a big ol' party to be late fer."

As she came back, shampoo in hand, he added, "Speakin' of which, s'that what you're wearin'? Ain't it 'sposed to be fancy?"

Eyes widening, she swiftly brought her hand to meet her forehead, "The party--that's today?"

"First the hearin' issues an' now memory loss?" He clicked his tounge, "Oughta see someone 'bout that, Betty White."

She ignored the quip and threw the bottle of shampoo at his chest, "I have to get dressed."

"If ya' need any help puttin' on some skimpy dress, I'd be more than happy to give ya' a hand."

She rolled her eyes, "Go finish your shower, James."

"Wanna join me? Gets awful lonely in there."

Yes, yes, oh God yes, she thought and laughed at the notion. Them--together? No, no way. No good could come from that. So instead she said plainly, "Not going to happen, James. But if you're in such dire need of a companion, I can go get Miles for you."

He shot her a look, before turning towards the bathroom, "See ya' at the party, Blondie."

"What? You're not going to walk me there?" She asked, taken aback, "I thought we were going together--all of us I mean. Me, you, Miles, and Jin."

He shrugged, "That was 'fore Rosie asked me."

"Rosie asked you?" She repeated softly.

"Nah." He said, bursting out into a grin, "But ya' shoulda' saw yer face." He chuckled, "Someone a bit jealous?"

She opened her mouth then closed it, "That wasn't jealousy, James. That was pity--poor Rosie deserves so much better."

"Eh, she's not my type anywho." He informed, "Got my sights set on another gal."

"Well God help her, whoever she is." Juliet teased before making her way to the bedroom to pick out her dress. She rummaged through her closet, trying to get their conversation--and James' flawless body--out of her head but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but wonder who the special gal was.