Thunder rumbled through the dark clouds hanging suffocatingly over Santa Barbara. The deep sound was followed by a flash, as a bolt of lightening struck somewhere out in the hills away from the city, no doubt leaving a burn on the face of the earth. Somewhere down in the city, a light shone into the dreary night cheerfully, uncaring about the coming storm and warming the inhabitants of the Office to the core.
The first drop of rain fell from the sky, landing directly outside of the Psych Office's front door. It didn't come alone however, and soon all that could be heard in Santa Barbara was the pound of the rain on roof tops and pavements.
Juliet O'Hara stared out of the Psych Office window, clearly fascinated by the heaviest rain storm ever to hit the city. Her eyes followed the streaks of water on the window pane, starting from the top and sliding right along to the bottom, before she started again. Just across the boardwalk, the sea raged with the wind and battered the hell out of the rock wall holding it back. She let out a little contented sigh, knowing that she wouldn't have to go out in it for a long time, given the current situation with the case.
She sank a little deeper into the couch she was seated in, curling her legs underneath her as she tore her attention away from the rain and back to the file in front of her. However, despite her warm surroundings, the thought of even stepping foot outside made her shiver and when the front door opened to reveal a soggy, disheveled Shawn Spencer, a cool breeze blew through the Office and made her shiver even more.
She'd arrived a few hours before the storm began, intent on catching up with the case she'd be working on with the psychic Detective this time. He'd been ecstatic that they had another undercover case together, especially since their last one with the Roller Derby girls had ended so well.
So, in the end they'd set up camp in the Psych Office, files spread everywhere and papers tucked in places they never knew existed until that point. Everything had been going smoothly until her stomach had growled loudly, causing her to blush and Shawn to grin openly. He'd suggested that they get takeout, before getting her to choose what she wanted and setting out on his bike to the nearest Chinese.
Gus had given up on the case about an hour beforehand, so she was left alone in the Psych Office with little but the dull papers in front of her to amuse her. So she was slightly relieved to have her entertainment back, no matter how wet he was. At least Shawn managed to make her laugh about the case, instead of Lassiter dragging out every single little detail and analyzing it to pieces.
"Jules. I don't mean to alarm you, but I think it might be raining." He squelched into the main room, water running down his face. His hair was flat to his head and his clothes hung on him, molding to his body deliciously.
She couldn't help but stare as he stood in front of her, wiping water from his face and looking for a place among the paper to put the wet Chinese bag he was carrying. She was a woman, she couldn't be blamed for wanting to cast a few stolen glances in his direction as his tee-shirt showed off every muscle, every contour of his chest for her eyes to devour. It wasn't until he slipped across the room to kick off his trainers that she moved to help him.
She shook her head, a smile on her face as she took the bag off of him and set it on the counter, happy when she felt that the contents were still warm. She ushered him into the back room. "Go and get changed Shawn. You'll catch a cold if you don't. I'll get some plates..." she left him there, a smirk on his face.
"You know, you could always help me out of these wet things Jules. I wouldn't complain," he called through as she bent down to reach the plates. She smiled to herself at his flirting, too used to it by now to be offended.
"Just hurry up and come get your food. Don't make me angry Shawn. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry," she teased, pushing a few papers aside to set his plate down.
"Oh, a Hulk reference. I'm so proud Jules. But you know, I wouldn't mind a little bit of angry Juliet. It sounds kinky," he laughed and she shook her head, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face. He really did know how to turn everything she said into some kind of innuendo. Which was fine, especially these days.
It had taken him long enough, but he finally asked her out on a date four and a half weeks before, and they'd sort of gone from there quite easily. She'd found out that Shawn was quite the gentleman when he wanted to be, but he still kept enough of his immaturity to make her laugh.
So here they were, not quite official yet, but serious enough to flirt openly and not be uncomfortable with it. She knew he was nervous about messing this up, but she was assured that he wouldn't. He was doing well so far anyway. She smiled when he ventured back into the room, rubbing a towel over his hair and grinning at her. He'd changed into something dry, clearly a lot more comfortable than he had been before as he sat next to her, digging into his food and following her example.
They ate in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing food from each others plates and earning a slap here and there. He cleared their plates into the sink when they were finished before settling back in beside her on the couch, one arm over her shoulders and legs stretched out in front of him comfortably.
She, however, handed him another file. He groaned loudly, taking it from her begrudgingly as she giggled at his behavior. "Shawn," she nudged him. "We have to do this."
"Oh come on baby..." he leaned over, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to her neck. "We're all alone and no-one's coming. We could just make out instead." He continued kissing and nipping at the skin of her neck. Juliet let herself enjoy it for a few seconds, letting out a contented sigh, before batting him away again.
"Don't think you can get around me by calling me 'baby'. Now, concentrate." She pointed at the file and he huffed slightly, turning around to look at it miserably. She glanced at him occasionally out of the corner of her eye, only to see him looking at her neck once more. "Shawn."
"Alright... Sorry Jules. You distract me, I can't help it."
"You're being awfully charming tonight Shawn... What do you want?" she raised her eyebrow in suspicion and he chuckled at her accusation.
"Do I need an excuse to tell you that I want to jump you these days? Tut tut Jules," he teased, running a hand down her arm before pulling her in for a kiss. She didn't really have time to resist as her lips were pressed against his in a way that made her quiver under his touch. She began to respond to him, moving her lips against his as they parted. His tongue probed until she allowed him entrance, stroking the hot recess of her mouth until she moaned and whimpered under him.
It wasn't until his mouth dipped back to her neck that she realized he was winning and pushed him off again.
He groaned loudly in frustration. "Jules please. You can't make me sit like this all night..." he motioned to his lap and she quirked an eyebrow, a smirk coming over her face.
"Let's play a game..." she suggested suddenly, all thoughts about the case file going out of the window and into the rain. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow in questioning at her suggestion, but Juliet only slid out of her seat and plonked herself down on the floor next to his desk. "Unless you don't think you can win in your current... condition?"
He was across the room in a flash, sitting cross legged in front of her. "Wow, how can you not be turned on right now Jules?" he shook his head.
"Who said I wasn't?"
That made him grin slyly, his head cocking to one side and his eyes sliding down her body slowly and teasingly. She let him have his fun for a few minutes, before drawing his attention back to her face. "So, are you still up for a little game?"
"It depends on what it is... If it's tease Shawn until he messes up the only spare pair of pants he has here, then no, not really," he said suspiciously, watching her closely as she giggled at his joke.
"I was thinking more along the lines of Truth or Dare..."
He questioning look turned into a look of delight at her suggestion and he grinned widely. "I love truth or dare Jules. You should know that baby. I'm practically the King of this game. I beat Gus every time we play. He has several weaknesses, mostly when it comes to his secret wife or goats."
"Would you like to go first?" she smiled sweetly and his eyes narrowed.
"Alright. Truth..." he saw her face fall just a little, but she recovered well from it and continued on with her first question.
"What was the first thought in your head the moment you first saw me? And I mean the very first thing, based on when you didn't even know me..." Shawn groaned loudly and she raised her eyebrows in questioning. He glanced over at her pleadingly.
"You won't like it..."
"I don't care Shawn. You didn't know me back then."
He relented with a sigh. "I immediately thought that you were damn hot, and if I played my cards right I could probably sleep with you that night." Her eyes narrowed and he held up his hands. "Hey, you said you wouldn't care! Plus, then I actually talked to you and you were very fascinating and charming... and a cop. So, of course my opinion changed. I liked you for you, not just for your body." He saw her expression soften again.
"So I take it you wouldn't mind if you never got to see me naked again?" she shrugged innocently and he sighed, knowing he was beaten.
"Fine, I still think your body is amazing. But you do have to admit, I have matured in that sense since I met you..."
"I know, I was just teasing," she laughed. "Okay, I'll pick truth too, seeing as how I know you'll have me do something humiliating if I choose dare." Shawn pretended to look wounded at her accusation, before getting back to the matter at hand.
"Did you ever have a sex dream about me before we got together?" Juliet groaned at his question. She should have known he would pull a stunt like that if she picked truth. She also knew that as soon as she picked dare he would dare her to have sex with him on Gus' desk or something like that.
"I answered yours Jules. Now come on, out with it! And I want details. No yes or no answers. I want from the moment it starts to the moment it ends, what we were wearing and where we were too, just for good measure..." he chuckled at her deadly look, but she really didn't want to lose this game.
"Fine... It was about three months ago. Well actually, that was one of the more recent... There are some older ones, but I'm picking the one that I know you'll like, so I'm scoring some points for that, got it?" He nodded, but motioned for her to continue. She sighed loudly.
"I was in my old house for some reason, wearing that outfit- You know the one I wore when I was Mary Lou for the Sorority House case?" He nodded again, clearly already entranced by her story. She rolled her eyes.
"Wait, is that the one with the little skirt that I couldn't get out of my mind for weeks?"
"Probably yes. Anyway, I was up in my old bedroom and you kind of appeared in the doorway. So you told me that my parents weren't home and that the bed looked really comfy right now. So of course, we went over to it and then... Bam. Dream sex, right there on my imaginary bed, in my imaginary house. With clothes tearing, moaning and love bites... Great dream sex by the way. I remember being very vocal."
Shawn was grinning from ear to ear when she'd finished telling the story, and her blush covered her cheeks nicely. "You always are vocal Jules..." he quirked an eyebrow at her. "After all, I know that fact very well by now." She smacked his arm lightly, her blush never lifting.
"So, when did you have this dream again?" he suddenly asked and she rolled her eyes, knowing what he was fishing for.
"Three months ago. Remember that day, whenever you came into the room I would blush and make some random excuse to leave?" A look of realization came over him and she nodded, biting her lip.
"Oh thats what that was... I thought I'd done something wrong. It turns out you just couldn't get the image of us getting all hot and sweaty out of your head," he smirked smugly as she let out an exasperated sigh and tried to steer the conversation back to the game itself.
"Alright, you've had your fun-"
"Not yet I haven't..."
"So," she emphasized, ignoring his innuendo. "It's your turn to pick something."
"Dare," he smirked. That was, until he saw her eyes brighten at his choice. He instantly regretted choosing it. "Oh crap... I shouldn't have picked that one should I?" She shook her head.
"So much for the King huh? Anyway, I dare you, not to dare me to have sex with you during this game." His face fell dramatically, and she burst into a fresh set of giggles at his expense.
"Son of a bitch Jules. You're an evil genius! That's out of line..." he pouted comically and she leaned forward, until their noses were touching. He grinned, expecting to get a make up kiss for her betrayal, but instead...
"Don't be such a baby," Juliet whispered and pulled back, leaving him hanging there with no kiss and no way to cheat sex out of her.
"Damn it!"
"Come on Shawn. It's my turn. Dare, since I know I'm safe for the time being." Shawn looked deep in thought momentarily, until a grin swept over his face. It was unrivaled to his previous smile and Juliet's face fell slightly, her stomach tightening as she recognized his 'revenge' look. "Shawn... Whatever you're thinking..."
"I dare you, Juliet O'Hara, to give me a lap dance. Naked..." Her jaw dropped. He really did know how to manipulate this game she mused. He continued despite her look. "If, by the end of it, you don't want to have sex, then you'll win Jules. I'll even give you the crown that Gus and I fashioned out of tin foil." His smirk was devilish as he leaned back on his hands and waited for her reply.
"You're an ass Shawn..." she grumbled, pushing herself up off of the floor and heading in the direction of the door. Shawn looked disappointed until she turned back to him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get naked or get out..." she jerked her thumb towards the door. He scrambled to his feet and practically choked himself as he yanked his tee-shirt off and flung it across the room.
Juliet had actually agreed to a naked lap dance for him. This was like every Christmas, birthday and party he'd ever been to rolled into one petite blond bombshell. And she was all for him. His grin practically split his face as he heard her move about in the other room, looking for a song to play on the CD player. His pants flew across the room, followed by boxers which landed on Gus' desk.
He momentarily thought about removing them, but decided against it. The only chair that didn't swivel was pulled into the middle of the room and he settled himself in it, butt naked. He should probably tell Gus not to use it ever again, considering the situation.
Just the sound of Juliet moving about in the other room; the sound of her clothes hitting the floor was enough to make his length start to twitch in anticipation. He leaned back loosely, letting his muscles relax as he waited for her to start.
Her hand came around the doorway to reach for the dimmer switch, something he'd installed for scary movie nights. But damn it was coming in handy for tonight. The lights dulled to a point that he could only see straight in front of him, which wasn't going to bother him in the least if she was in his eye line. He squirmed slightly in anticipation, already semi-erect at just picturing her dancing for him.
Music suddenly drifted from the speakers in the other room and he groaned. Of course she would pick a song to drive him wild. Or wilder than he already was. It hadn't been his idea to buy Pink's CD for the Office. It had been Juliet's. So she'd picked track four. Oh My God's first sultry notes poured over him and his eyes almost fell out of his skull as she appeared in the doorway.
Put me on the table, make me say your name
If I can't remember, then give me all your pain.
She moved slowly and teasingly across to him, her hands running over her body at every drum beat from the music. Her eyes were on him, a flush of heat burning through her body as she caught sight of him watching her. She swirled her hips towards him and his gaze roamed her naked body as she got closer. He cocked his head to the side as her hands ran up to her breasts then back down to the inside of her thighs, and as she was finally there right in front of him.
By now, just having watched her walk across the floor towards him, Shawn was hard, his own hard wrapped around his length, pumping slowly. Her stomach tightened almost painfully when she saw what he was doing. She dipped onto his lap sideways, one hand around his neck for support and the other stroking down his chest to make him moan. His grip tightened around himself and he continued to stroke, something that he knew turned her on.
She tried to drag her eyes away from what he was doing as she moved over him, but it was becoming more and more difficult for her. She eventually straddled him, dipping again to drag his length along her inner thigh and with a sly grin he felt how damp she was.
"Jules, I can feel how turned on you are..." he released himself and lifted his hands to her hips to pull her closer to him. She whimpered loudly when the head of his cock brushed over her core.
"Shawn..."
"I can feel how wet you are baby." True to his word his fingers slipped inside her and she gasped loudly, her hips bucking slightly against him. He leaned forward and pressed a hot kiss to her stomach, his tongue circling her belly button. His free hand slid up to a breast, rolling her hardened nipple in his fingers to make her hips begin to move.
A thumb was added against her clit and she suddenly didn't give a damn about the game anymore. Winning? What was she supposed to be winning again? He thrust his fingers again, going deeper than before and all was lost to her. She couldn't even hear the music anymore. She let out a noise of pleasure, her head falling backwards to expose her throat. However, Shawn had other ideas about what was going to happen.
He removed his fingers from her center and her head snapped back up, a whine already forming on her lips. "Why did you stop?" she panted, the burn in her limbs dulling with the loss of his hand against her.
"Jules, do you really care about this game anymore?" he sighed contentedly. She shook her head quickly and he smiled, pulling her hips forward so that she was hovering above his cock. She whimpered, all thoughts vanishing as she slid downwards onto him with a loud groan.
"Ugh- Shawn," she breathed out as he filled her, until she was seated in his lap fully and he was buried deep inside of her. They let out mutual groans of relief, the teasing finally over and the good part beginning. Instead of raising up off of him, Juliet pushed her hips forwards, before drawing them back. This allowed Shawn to pre-occupy his hands instead of helping her move and his fingers quickly found her breasts again.
As his mouth slid over her stomach again, licking and kissing a trail of fire over her skin, her fingers tangled in his hair. She occasionally pulled on it, making him grunt through the pain, which only served to turn her on even more.
Shawn felt a rush of wetness around him and he wondered what he'd done besides the usual to turn her on even more. But when he made another noise as she tugged on his hair, he felt it again and grinned against her. Juliet continued to thrust downwards into his lap, her head thrown back as her muscles clenched around him.
"Fuck Jules..." he groaned loudly against her stomach and she gasped, loving how easily the profanity slipped from his lips as she rode him.
"Shawn- Ugh! Shawn. Shawn. Shawn!" his name poured out of her when he involuntarily jerked his hips upwards to make her crazy. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, giving him the perfect angle to pull a taut nipple into his mouth, his lips wrapping around it and gently tugging. A soft sob escaped her at the sensation and he began to suck harder, occasionally biting down gently.
Her moans of pleasure mixed with his now, until they were both bringing the house down and probably alerting most of the city as to what they were doing. Shawn jerked his hips again and buried himself to the hilt inside of her. The tight wet heat was intoxicating and released her nipple to cry out when she squeezed.
Juliet could feel every muscle clench and unclench as she neared her orgasm, everything tightening as the tell tale signs filled her body. Shawn could feel her begin to tense under his fingers, so he slid his free hand down to her opening, using a finger to tease her slick clit until she was bucking and crying out on top of him. Another little flick and she was lost to the pleasure, his name leaving her lips in a scream.
As her muscles clamped down, he hissed loudly, his cock sensitive and his own release nearing. One more thrust and he was there, his body rigid as he emptied himself inside her, which only served to lengthen Juliet's own pleasure further. It was good few minutes until they stopped jerking and moving, Juliet lying limply over Shawn's chest and breathing heavily into the crook of his neck.
"That- that was... Jules?" Shawn sounded slightly disorientated, trying to focus on something other than the fact he couldn't lift his arms.
"I guess you won then," she murmured into his neck, not sounding the least bit upset about it as she nuzzled at him. He chuckled, groaning when the vibrations made him move a little too much.
"We were playing a game? I can honestly say I don't remember anything before you started dancing..." he knew she was smiling now, he could feel her mouth on his skin, kissing lightly.
"Hmm. We need to clean this place up before anyone comes."
"You're a little late Jules. Two people have come and I don't think they even noticed that there was a room, never mind that it needed cleaning," he grinned when she laughed at his joke, hitting his chest lightly.
"You know what I mean."
"Can we stay like this for a while?"
"I knew I'd turn you into a cuddler..." she mused, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning her forehead against his. He sighed happily, running his hands up and down her back to sooth her.
"Hmm. I can't argue Jules. I'm too tired to argue, so I'm just going to agree and let you win this one. You can even have the tin foil crown. As long as you don't move off of me, you can have anything you damn want," he captured her lips softly in a kiss. She sighed happily again.
"I'm happy with you Shawn, you know that don't you? Very happy."
"We waited long enough Jules. But if it helps, I'm very happy with you too." He kissed her again and all thoughts about happiness, truth, dares and tin foil crowns went out of the window and into the rain.
A/N: Okay guys, this was requested by the awesome ChuckLover5 over of the Psych USA Forums. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I;m serious, I had loads of fun with this. I actually cut some parts out to make it a little shorter XD. If you guys are interested, I'll post them in a ficlet as out takes just so you can see them ^^
ChuckLover5: I hope you love it :)
Reviews are like using wolves to build a bridge in Canada ^^