~Ok guys, this is my first fanfiction that I am submitting so far. It's a Psych fanfiction, and is a love story between Shawn and Despereaux. I'd love to get some feedback, so let me know what you think~
Chapter 1: Waking To An Angel's Face
The sound of birds chirping softly in the distance roused Shawn Spencer from his dreams of pineapples and Gus's head. He blinked a few times, slowly letting his eyes adjust to the morning light before opening them fully.
Where am I? He thought to himself as he looked around his unfamiliar surroundings. The room was painted a soft, mint green color, with gold accents set into it that were just barely noticeable, even to his hyper-observant eyes. There was a large closet off to the side, next to the adjoining bathroom, with full length mirrors for doors, the knobs set into the shiny glass. Two nightstands stood on either side of the bed, a small reading lamp with a gold cover on one, a phone, notepad, and pen residing on the other. The bed itself was covered in luxurious looking cream colored silk sheets, with a cream duvet to match covering his body.
As he looked around, he noticed neatly folded clothes on a chair that sat by the door. It looked to be a shirt, jeans, and… a pair of underwear? He cocked his head to the side, studying the neat little pile, and suddenly realized they were his clothes.
He sat upright in the bed, his eyes growing wide. Why was he laying naked in a strange room, in a bed that was not his own?
There came a faint knock on the bedroom's door before it opened a second later.
"Good morning, my sleeping prince." The voice was soft, gentle, with the slightest hint of an accent that couldn't quite be placed. It was so beautiful that Shawn smiled to himself.
Despereaux entered the room, dressed in navy blue pajamas that looked very expensive. He carried in a tray with a breakfast of orange juice, coffee, toast, scrambled eggs, bacon strips, hash browns, and pineapple slices, all in portions plenty enough for two people. He set the tray on the end table to the left of the bed, and gracefully crawled in beside Shawn, pulling the duvet over to cover himself, too.
"I trust you slept well?" He asked, placing a light kiss on Shawn's cheek.
Shawn felt his cheeks flush a bright pink at the simple gesture of affection, and took a moment to savor the feeling before answering. Memories of the night before began flooding back to him, every moment in vivid detail, and he almost got carried away with them.
Finally, after he regained composure, and cleared his throat, he answered with a simple, "Yes, I did."
Despereaux smiled his heartwarming smile, and tussled Shawn's hair playfully. "I'm glad to hear that, my little pineapple lover. Ready for breakfast?" He made a gesture to the tray with the bounty of goodies beside him.
Shawn's stomach growled in a most unflattering manner, and Despereaux laughed as he placed his hand over Shawn's torso.
"I'll take that as a yes." He reached over and picked up a piece of the toast, cut into a triangle, placing it to Shawn's lips. Shawn couldn't help but smile as he accepted the bread, biting into it like a ravenous beast as Despereaux watched on with an almost fascinated expression.
By the time they had finished their meal they were pressed close together, and Despereaux's shirt had been removed and thrown to the floor beside the bed. He wrapped his arm around Shawn's shoulder, cuddling him like he were the most prized possession on earth; to Despereaux he was.