A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed / added this story to favourites or put it on story alert. This is the first time I've ever published something I've written and it's making me feel all warm and mushy inside knowing you're reading it.

This chapter is a bit longer and was definitely also harder to write...hope you enjoy anyway!

Chapter 2:

Juliet slowly opened one eye and observed that she was floating about one meter above the floor.

"How...strange," she muttered.

She pondered this for a small amount of time. There was the possibility that Shawn had kept his promise and finally bought her a magic carpet. Of course there was also the possibility that her psychic secret boyfriend was carrying her. Deciding option two made much more sense and was also much preferred, she opened her eyes and was relieved to find herself curled up in Shawns arms.

"Hi" she said faintly, still a bit disoriented from waking up in such a strange (but very welcoming) place.

Shawn looked down on her sleepy face and smilingly said: "Oh hi there Jules! I was sort of thinking of calling it a night and go home but since you were so soundly asleep I decided not to wake you up and carry you to bed first. It's a shame I still haven't found a store that sells magic carpets, because it would have made this much easier. Gus keeps telling me there aren't any stores that sell them, but I think he's secretly giving me a magic carpet for Christmas. I think he's afraid I'm gonna buy one myself if he tells me. So I'm not giving up hope just yet! Of course, gift-rapping my present would be extremely difficult...what if it keeps flying away? I wonder if they come with a nifty little handbrake like you sometimes find in cars..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk insanely much at...what time is it anyway?" Juliet said, blinking against the bright shining light that was coming from the lamp standing in her small hallway.

"Actually, I have been told that and it's o'three hunde...no wait o'one-quarter...uhm...two hours after midnight." Shawn said, feeling relieved he actually accomplished finishing the sentence.

"Shawn! That means it's already 2 am, you are aware of that right?"

"Yes Jules, I'm quite aware of that but as I already explained to you, sleepyhead; I thought you needed some well-deserved rest and besides, I just had to see who won season thirteen of America's Next Top Model."

Juliet couldn't argue against that and closed her eyes again while enjoying being curled up in Shawns arms like this.

During their little conversation Shawn had arrived at his intended destination; Juliets bedroom. He gracefully kicked the door open with his right foot and laid Juliet down on the large bed in the centre of the small bedroom.

Half a second later Shawn followed, jumping enthusiastically on the bed. He jumped up and down a couple of times before laying down and positioning himself in such a way that he was face to face with Juliet. His playful smirk suddenly disappeared and he looked at Juliet with sad eyes.

"So I guess I better go face the stone-cold night and get home. It's probably freezing outside. Which reminds me, Gus once gave me a lengthy explanation of how one freezes to death. From what I remember, which, fortunately, isn't much, it's a pretty nasty way to go..." He said with a loud sniffle, causing Juliet to chuckle.

"You are unbelievable!" she said.

"Unbelievably awesome right?" He said, smirking again.

He leaned closer to her, his face almost touching hers.

"So...uhm...maybe, you could...uhm...sleep here?" she said distracted by the intense look in his eyes and she, automatically leaned closer to him as well, until their noses were touching. "It'd be a shame if you froze to death."

"Mmm...I concur." Shawn said, his mouth brushing her lips.

Shawn pulled Juliet just a little closer before kissing her, his hands slowly tracing the outlines of her back. Juliet locked her hands in his unkempt hair before deepening the kiss.

They broke their kiss after a minute, both needing to catch their breaths.

"You know Jules, if you wanna go back to sleep you should just say the word and I'll sing you a lullaby." Shawn said breathlessly but rather reluctantly.

"Trust me Shawn, sleep is the last thing that's on my mind right now." Juliet said, whispering the words softly in his ear.

"You want to tell me what kind of things are on your mind then, Juliet o'Hara?" Shawn said in a husky voice.

"I think this is a great example of a show you, don't tell you situation." She said with a smile, before kissing him again and pushing him down gently on the bed.

Shawn got out of bed, careful not to wake Juliet. He looked at her sleeping for a little while, coming to the conclusion that she would be sleeping in today. He couldn't remember Juliet ever taking so much as a morning off and decided it was time for her to do just that. He quietly walked towards the alarm clock, intending on turning it off before almost tripping over his shirt that was laying forgotten on the floor. "Holy pineapple, that was close", he whispered. Avoiding the rest of the pieces of clothing scattered around on the floor, he finally reached the alarm clock and turned it off.

His gaze then fell upon Juliet's cell phone which suddenly began to vibrate. Shawn was startled, almost letting out a rather girlish scream, but stopped himself just in time. He picked up the cell phone and saw that Lassiter was calling her. "Why on earth is Lassie-face calling Jules at 8 am?" He wondered, "Well whatever it is, I'm sure Santa Barbera's finest can solve it on his own." And he hit the 'ignore call' button.

Shawn shivered, suddenly feeling very cold in just his boxers. He looked around the room until he saw a very soft-looking, yellow bathrobe hanging on a chair in the corner of Juliet's bedroom. "I've always looked good in yellow", Shawn muttered to himself. While he was in the process of wrapping the bathrobe around him he also found a pair of slippers that he happily put on his feet.

Feeling very content with his new outfit he quietly made his way to Juliet's kitchen, intending on making them some very delicious pineapple pancakes.

"Gus!"

"Shawn...what's wrong? You're normally not even awake before 11 am and it's only eight. You sound upset, didn't your date with Juliet go well last night?" the worrying voice on the other end of the line said.

"No Gus, it isn't that, in fact, it went so well that last night Juliet asked me to sleep over and so we ended up in bed and...'

"Shawn!", Gus interrupted. "We talked about this, remember? About how things you wanna tell me can be divided into two categories."

"Of course I remember every sweet little word you had to say regarding that very interesting subject Gus."" Shawn said soothingly.

"Then you should know in which category that story you just wanted to tell me fell Shawn", Gus said, annoyed.

"Gus don't be the way my hair looks when I've just gotten out of the shower. Now, why did you call me again?", Shawn replied

"You're the one who called me Shawn." Gus said.

"I did?...oh yeah right I did!" Shawn exclaimed enthusiastically before his voice got serious again. "But buddy, I really need your help. In fact, I believe this is one of those rare moments when only you can help me."

"What is it Shawn?", Gus said, suspicious of Shawn's seriousness.

"So I was planning on making Jules some pineapple pancakes, being the good boyfriend that I am, so I looked around in her kitchen and..." Shawn hesitated for a second, not sure how and if he could continue.

"Just tell me Shawn.", Gus said impatiently.

"Gus, there was no pineapple!" Shawn finally blurted out. Shawn could hear Gus gasping on the other end of the line. "And you are absolutely certain Shawn?", Gus uttered after a little while.

"Yes I'm sure." Shawn said with a sad tone and continued saying: "Anyone who is dating me should always be in the possession of at least one pineapple. It's the most basic rule of them all, everyone knows this." He heard Gus agreeing on the other end of the line. "So buddy, you think you could help me out and bring me a pineapple? I know you always keep one extra in your kitchen."

"You know that's right." Gus said and then said: "Don't you worry Shawn, I'll get in my car right now and bring a pineapple to Juliet's apartment."

"Gus you're the best! Right on this moment I promise I will go to that museum you've been talking about all week. I heard you get to do all sorts of experiments there and I'd really like to test my newest idea. Okay Gus, picture this: you wake up, still feeling sleepy. Wait? What is that noise? It sounds like a bird flapping his wings. And what is that smell? Could it be freshly brewed coffee? And look at that, it's your very own robobird carrying a hot and delicious cup of coffee. I still gotta figure out how exactly the robobird is gonna make the coffee but that is merely a small detail...Gus? Gus?" Shawn said. "Guess he's so excited to see the sketches I made that he's already on his way down here." He said to himself. "Now where can I find the milk in this kitchen?"

After locating the milk (which took Shawn much longer than expected since the refrigerator was about that last place he looked) Shawn was just about to start his hunt for the eggs when he heard a knock on the front door.

With a loud "Wow buddy, you sure drove fast" Shawn opened the door, only to find himself looking directly at the face of a certain Carlton Lassiter...

A/N: Reviews are like Shules scenes in Psych episodes: I want more of them!