Juliet hated November, it was cold and windy and the leaves were brown instead of gorgeous colors, and no snow. She only liked cold if there was snow. It reminded her of sitting in front of the fire with her parents, and brother James, sipping hot chocolate and feeling safe. But now she lived in an apartment with no fireplace and had to settle with turning her heater up all the way.
But she wouldn't trade it, not for anything, because she loved this job, for more reasons than one. One that happened to be tall, dark, handsome, muscular, and psychic. She knew it was bad to have a crush on Shawn, they worked together and it could complicate things in ways she didn't want, and yet, whenever he was close to her, she shivered.
And now she was on her way to see him at his Psych office and was kind of nervous. Usually he and Gus were together all the time, but she could never be sure.
But when she reached his office what she saw confused her and made her laugh all at the same time.
Shawn and Gus had a bucket of what looked like balloons and were tossing them at each other, but Gus was the only one soaked to the skin. Something that widened the smile on the junior detective's face, it only made sense that in a water balloon fight between Gus and Shawn, Shawn would be winning.
"Shawn!" she tried to call over the two men's laughter and shrieks, but they didn't hear her. So she tried to step in between to get their attention when Shawn tossed two balloons at the same time and soaked right through her white shirt.
"Ahh!" she screamed throwing her hands up in surprise, dropping the manila envelope in her hand onto the ground.
"Jules!" Shawn called in surprise as he jogged over to her, shock in his eyes but laughter on his lips.
"This isn't funny Shawn, what are you doing?" she asked him a bit angrily, as she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the fact that you could see her bra through her, now, very thin shirt.
"Playing with Gus." He shrugged, gesturing to his friend who stood there with his mouth open.
"Iiin the middddle of Novemmmmber?" she chattered, the cold catching up to her wet form.
"Sorry." He apologized as he slid his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying to get her warm.
"Oh, yeah, I betttt. Onnnly becauuuse you gottt caught." Her teeth had a mind of their own.
"I didn't mean to hit you, Jules, I didn't see you." He admitted as he wrapped his arms around her now, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to create heat from the friction.
"Shawn, what are you doing?" she asked him, managing to keep her teeth from chattering for a few seconds.
"Body heat, Jules." He whispered, his lips very close to hers. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelled like the crisp fall air, mixed with…pineapple.
"You okay?" he asked her as her eyes slid closed and her body started to shiver.
"Yeah, just cold." She could blame her shivering on the cold, if she wanted to.
"C'mon, lets get you inside." He suggested gently as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to the door, pushing her gently inside.
"Hold on, I'll turn on the heater." He said quickly as he stepped around her and turned the thermostat up as high as it would go, he had to get Jules warm before she got sick.
"You okay?" he asked again as she just stood in the doorway.
"Yeah." She was lying, she knew that getting close to Shawn was a mistake, and her body was having trouble calming down.
"Well, then c'mere, we'll have to use body heat until the real heater turns on." He held his arms out wide to her and reluctantly she stepped into his embrace.
"I'll get you wet." She started to pull back, but he tugged her in closer, sitting the both of them on the couch.
"Don't worry about it, I keep a couple of shirts in the back just in case."
"Just in case of what?"
"In case I get dirty helping out lovely damsels in distress." He smiled wide at her and she laughed, shaking her head, hoping that her face didn't look as flushed as it felt.
"There, seeing you smile is better."
Now she knew her cheeks were as flushed as they felt.
Shawn settled into the cushions more comfortably and pulled her flush against him, one of her arms trapped between their bodies and the other lying over his flat stomach. They were too close; she knew that, especially since the heater had kicked on a few minutes ago, but she couldn't get her body to move, couldn't get her mouth to speak the words her brain was screaming.
Shawn I have to go, get dressed in dry clothes so I don't catch a cold.
But the words never left her lips, and she knew why, she was very comfortable with where she was and didn't want to move. Her body was accustomed to his wrapped around her like this and she wasn't so sure if she was completely uncomfortable with that though floating about in her mind.
"You should probably change." His voice broke the silence and her thoughts.
"Yeah, probably." She admitted, sitting up from her position and feeling very suddenly cold all over again.
"You know what, why don't you just borrow one of my t-shirts, at least for now, so we can go over the case you brought." He stood up and started towards the back room and all she could do was nod after his retreating form.
She stood as well, tightening his jacket around her and heading back out into the cold to retrieve the envelope she had dropped in her surprise at being hit with twin water balloons.
"Gus?" she asked, suddenly remembering that he was there as well, but nowhere to be seen. His Echo was missing out of the street and she gave a smile half-smile. She really enjoyed Gus and the fact that he picked up on things like the one between her and Shawn.
She bent down and scooped up the envelope, cradling it to her chest as she ran back inside, the cold not doing any wonders for her health.
"Jules, what were you doing outside?" asked Shawn in concern as he handed her the smallest t-shirt he could find, but it was still going to dwarf her small frame considerably.
"Getting the case." And as if to prove her point she held up the envelope in her hand for his dark eyes to see.
"Oh, okay, uh, the bathroom's right there so you can get changed." He gestured to a door on his right and she nodded before handing him back his jacket, slipping into the other room, but not before Shawn noticed that her bra was pink.
He never usually liked the color pink, but on Jules, especially something so intimate on Jules, it was perfect.
She came back out in a plain black t-shirt of his and he paused in his movements of heating up a mug of tea for her. She looked so adorable in his clothes. The shirt was way too big, and she had to tie the bottom up as well as roll up the sleeves and yet she made it look as though that shirt was made especially for her. He had never seen anything so sexy in all his life.
"Thanks for the shirt." She smiled as she picked up the envelope on the couch and opened it, dumping the contents onto the table.
Shawn looked at her, just blinking, trying to force scenarios and pictures out of his head that involved Jules wearing nothing but his t-shirt.
"Shawn?" she asked as she caught his strange look, and he shook his head as though to right himself but not before she noticed the desire in his look. She knew it was wrong and it would complicate her work life in ways she didn't really want, but she couldn't resist, not when she could still feel his arms around her, his breath on her neck, and she could still smell his distinctive scent on the shirt she was wearing.
He continued to look at her, watching her as she took a few small steps towards him. Then she gave a short breath out as though coming to a decision and took two large steps that breached the gap between them and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.
She took a moment to look him in the eye before pulling him forward sharply and settling her lips over his. He was surprised, but obviously not paralyzed as it only took him a few seconds to respond to her advances. She whimpered at the feeling of him kissing her back, one hand burying into her hair, pulling it out of its bun and fanning it around her shoulders, the other wrapping around her waist, pulling her entire body flush against him. It was wrong to kiss Shawn Spencer and she knew that, but she also didn't care, not anymore, because she knew that she couldn't stop kissing him even if she had wanted to.
They broke apart when a need for air became apparent but stayed close, his hands still wrapped around her waist and hair, her hand settling around his shoulders, the other coming to rest on his chest.
"Shawn, I…" she wasn't sure if she was going to apologize or not, actually she wasn't sure what her thought process had been at all, because he didn't let her finish, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in the most gentle but passionate kiss that she had ever experienced.
Two days later Juliet had to call in sick to work and was sitting on her couch, wrapped in a blanket, the television remote in her hand, but nothing actually on the screen. She was miserable. She had the worst cold of her life, even though Shawn had warmed her up with tea and his continued kisses, she had still gotten sick. This was another reason she hated November and its horrid weather without the pretty snow to make it worth while.
She was in the middle of a pity fest when she heard a knock on her door and slowly stood, grabbing the box of tissues on her way to answer. She swung open the door to find Shawn standing there, a can of chicken soup and tea bags in one hand, a couple of movies in the other.
"Hey Jules, Lassie said you were sick, I came to play doctor. I would have rented a costume, but that seemed a little extreme, don't you think?" he asked her as though commenting on the weather as he entered her apartment without invitation and started to set up for the soup and tea.
"Shawn?" she asked, dazed.
"Jules, here," he handed her the movies and she read the titles, they were her favorites, "pick one of these and go in and sit down, you should rest. I'll make you a mug of tea and some soup and we'll have a little marathon."
She stood there in slight shock, watching him as he moved around her kitchen in perfect ease before heading off to do as he said.
She was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come in so she could start "The Princess Bride" when he entered with a mug of tea and a bowl of soup.
"Here." He handed her the hot tea first and she took a deep drink. It was chamomile, her favorite.
"Thank you Shawn, but you didn't have to do this."
"Sure I did, I got you sick. I wanted to make it up to you, and if you're a good girl, maybe we'll play doctor for real." He promised and she laughed as he pressed play and the movie started.
He settled into the couch cushions, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to keep her extra warm and she snuggled into him, glad that he was there to help her out.
He made her feel warm and safe; maybe she didn't hate November after all.
Hey everybody, another two chapters! I am on a roll! And I just jinxed myself. Ah well, it was bound to happen sometime. Tell me what you think. I was rereading some of these and I realized that in every one I had Shawn kiss Juliet, and I wanted her to take control for once, so she does in this one. Too OOC for our beloved junior detective, or no?
Read and review babies, you know you want to.
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