So my friend Annie requested a fic with Shawn, Juliet, and the beach.

I wrote this.

A small reference to Lights, Camera, Homicidio in the beginning... Five stars and a pat on the back if you catch it.

"Shawn, I'm here. And I've got pudding pops. Where are you?" Juliet slammed her phone shut and groaned. This was the third time this week Shawn had bailed on one of their dates. At least the other times he'd bothered to call and give her some excuse about a case.

After leaving four messages, Juliet decided that it was hopeless. He wasn't going to show, and she should probably head home before it got too dark. She turned to gather up the supplies (they were supposed to have a picnic) and began to stuff it all back into the plastic bags. She was reaching for paper plates when something covered her eyes.

Reacting instinctively she slammed her elbow back into her would-be-attackers stomach and pulled away. She turned around, ready to deliver another blow, and gasped.

"Shawn?"

"My god, Jules... I think you ruptured my spleen."

"That's not even where your spleen is, Shawn."

"Well you definitely injured something." He doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.

"I'm sorry!" Juliet gently pushed him down onto the picnic bench. "Here, sit down for a minute. You'll be okay."

"I don't know, Jules. You have far too much arm strength."

She smiled softly. "I'm sorry..." She whispered again, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.

"Okay... I feel better now."

Juliet smiled.

"So... you still up for that picnic?" He pulled back from her, reaching onto the table and grabbing the bags.

"You still want to have it?"

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Oh course I still want to have it, Jules." He held one of the bags up. "A little birdie told me there might be pudding pops?"

She laughed. "There's definitely pudding pops. And pineapple upside down cake."

He leaned forward and kissed her temple. "You're the best."

"Have I ever told you that you're fantastic?" Shawn wrapped his arm around his girlfriends waist and pulled her against his chest.

"Maybe once or twice." Juliet smiled into his shirt.

"Well it's true. You're fantastic." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm sorry we haven't spent a lot of time together lately."

"Shawn-"

"Just hang on, Jules." He cleared his throat, then continued. "Gus and I were working on this one case that was driving us both up the wall... And I felt like if I took any time off to be with you then we wouldn't have any fun at all because I would be so cranky. And that would make you cranky. And then we'd both just sit around with our crankiness." He paused. "That's a word, right?"

She nodded.

"So I didn't cancel because I wanted to, I canceled because I didn't want to make you mad. I was in a horrible mood both nights, and the last thing I needed was human contact."

Juliet pulled back and stared at his face for a moment.

Shawn frowned. "What?"

She smiled, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his. He responded eagerly, winding both his hands in her hair. She pulled back after several long moments, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"What was that for?"

She gave him another quick kiss before responding. "Thank you. For canceling those dates."

"You know, I've never quite gotten that response before."

She laughed softly. "You said you didn't want to make me mad. That means you were thinking about me before you were thinking about you. And that's really sweet."

"Oh. Well in that case-" He pulled her in again for another kiss. "You are very welcome."

I know, I know... it's a little on the short side. But lets be realistic, aren't all my fics?

The prompt was 'turpentine kisses and mistaken blows'. I am aware that this is a line from a song (A song I am rather fond of), but I decided to take a more literal approach.

I hope this makes some sense. If not, then just ignore the prompt completely and just read the fic again.