Shawn was quiet on the short ride to the Sorority house, his mind else where ever since he'd stumbled upon Juliet O'Hara earlier that day, standing in the middle of the Psych Office; her long blond hair flowing freely and a skirt that rode up along her thighs and left very little to his incredibly filthy imagination. She'd told them about the case she was working on, the one that involved Scary Sherry. He should have been dwelling on that; should have been entranced by the old urban legend and the flashbacks of the pale girl framed in the window.
But no, that wasn't what was occupying his mind at all. Instead, all he could think about were Juliet's long golden legs, stretching on for what had seemed like miles and taunting him from all the way across the room.
He was silent as Gus chattered nervously about the events of Wispy Sunny Pines from years before, trying to fill the silence that he thought was Shawn being as freaked out as he was. It wasn't. Instead he was trying not to fidget and shift in his seat at the memory of her. As soon as she'd turned around, a wry smile on her face and two cards held out in her hands, Shawn had broken more of a sweat than the one from racquetball. She'd talked without realizing the effect her outfit was having on him, explaining the case while he'd been imagining the two of them on his desk, the little skirt hiked around her waist and those long legs wrapped around his.
Of course at that point, he was exceedingly glad she couldn't read his mind, sure that she would slap him at the thoughts trailing through it. He was so far into the gutter just thinking about her name that he was sure he was going to hell for it. Not that he would care if he'd gotten himself a taste of Juliet in that outfit again. He shivered as a tingle ran up his spine.
He'd been like that all day, sitting quietly in the Office with his head on the desk. Gus was far too freaked out to notice his friends unusual silence and it had given the pseudo-psychic plenty to fantasize about for the empty hours until they were due at the Sorority house. So far, every scenario had ended the same way. Himself, Juliet and that skirt; around her waist or flung over a nearby lamp, it was always there... and them half naked, or fully, he couldn't decide which he liked more, rolling around on the floor or on the desk; in a bed or against a wall, making each other scream.
He groaned openly at the mere thought and finally attracted Gus' attention. "Tell me about it. I mean, what if Scary Sherry is still wandering about? You know what happens in these situations Shawn. Black guy goes into a scary house, he doesn't even make it down the damn hallway," his best friend grumbled, continuing on as before.
Shawn finally came out of his Juliet induced haze long enough to answer. "Pfft, Gus you worry too much. We're going to the Sorority house, not the Institution. Anyway, if House on the Haunted Hill has taught us anything, you just need to scream that you're adopted and everything will be fine. That was just terrible..." he added as an afterthought.
"Worst movie ever," Gus agreed, turning the car into the greenery covered driveway of the house.
The old house seemed to send out a creepy vibe in the waning moonlight as clouds gathered above. Even the lights from the windows seemed dull, unable to penetrate the deep dark night. The men shivered lightly.
Shawn sighed heavily then. He really wasn't in the mood for this right now. Mindless chatter about clothes, hair and make-up, and silly little girls giggling and batting their eyelashes at him when all he wanted was the woman who had been haunting his thoughts all day long. He just wanted to go home and get rid of the almost constant erection he'd been sporting since that morning. He would curse Juliet if he wasn't so sure that he liked it that way.
Slipping gracefully out of the car, the unlikely pair of ghost busters stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the house, looking up at it with similar expressions of reluctance. It was Shawn who finally slapped Gus's shoulder, forcing him forwards and towards the door. "Come on buddy, no time like the present." Gus glared at him, batting his hand away.
"I was going Shawn... I was just making sure we'd gotten the right place first. No need to bother anyone else at this time of night..." he trailed off, glancing around as if to cement his point. Shawn shook his head in open disbelief of Gus's excuse.
"I think the giant sign above the door was a dead giveaway."
Gus's face dropped slightly but he said nothing, only yanking Shawn forward by the sleeve until the were side by side again.
They carried on towards the door and Shawn knocked loudly, the sound echoing in the dark night surrounding them. It took a while before the door swung open to reveal the very woman who had been tormenting him all day, clad in pajamas and fluffy slippers and a wide smile on her face.
Her voice was soft when she greeted them. "Hey guys, right on time..." She raised her tone, clearly wanting the girls gathered in the other room to hear the next part. "You must be the psychic guys right? Come on in, we're right in here!" she giggled brightly, all the while rolling her eyes.
Shawn couldn't help but chuckle at her, even if the dull throb in his stomach and groin had just come back with a mighty vengeance. He cursed silently as he watched her walk away, hips swaying seductively even when she didn't try. His hand balled into a fist to stop himself lunging forward and stealing her away, so that he could have her all to himself.
He eventually broke himself free of her spell when she turned the corner and followed when Gus did, the heavy wooden door latching shut behind them with a bang. The noise echoed eerily along the now empty hallway and the two men sent glances at each other.
Oh yeah, this was going to be a riot...
It had been an hour since they'd arrived, and Shawn had all but lost the will to live. Safe to say that any urges aroused by thoughts of Juliet had been quashed by the endless droning sound in his ear, made by the endless chatter of females around him.
The girls were impressed with him he noted, watching their expressions as he correctly told the blond; both literally and metaphorically, next to him that she had been shopping that day. It's not like it had been a difficult assumption, considering the type of women in the room. Gold credit cards, Jamba Juices and valet parking were all in a days work for these ladies.
Juliet was out of his line of sight, standing behind the couch much to his abject disappointment. When the excited chatter from his little show had died down slightly, he heard Juliet speak and he twisted around a little just to catch a himself a glimpse of her. She was leaning forward to speak to Bianca, golden hair tucked behind her ears... Shawn bit back a groan. Every single thought, every feeling, every tingle in his stomach and groin was back full force.
"Okay Bianca, tell Shawn what happened to you..."
He nodded politely, a mock look of surprise on his face throughout the dumb ass story that the girl spilled out. "And it just started blinking and blinking." She even had some hand motions to go along with it. "Then, it let out this little half meow-" she seemed visibly upset now over the loss of her kitty alarm clock. "And then it's tail fell off-" A little murmur ran around the room as the climax of the story neared. "Then- it exploded." There was the gasp of shock he'd been expecting.
Instead of bashing himself to death with the teacup in his hand like he wanted to, Shawn pretended to be in awe. "Wow, half meow. Did not see that coming..." Bianca nodded at this, blinking heavily again in the same way the unfortunately fated alarm clock had. Shawn seemed bored into submission briefly before he caught himself and spoke the words he wished he hadn't. "So, anyone else?"
Immediately the room was filled with twenty or so voices blabbing on at once and for one moment in time Shawn thought he saw his life flash before his eyes before his head felt like it was about to pop off of his shoulders. He almost wished it would as he tried to decipher one voice from another. Thankfully, Juliet rescued himself and Gus from an untimely death.
"Okay! Okay, so basically-" the girls quietened down to look at her. "It's a lot of really weird stuff that's creepy and happens at night. Mr... Spencer, is it?" she pleaded innocence and just the tone of her voice was enough to make Shawn want to vault over the couch and push her against the wall. He resisted the urge and smirked at her instead.
"That's correct... Miss-" Crap. "Barn-door-," she gave him a look. "Take-bill-mat-snatcher-mc-gertsten..." Juliet was rolling her eyes and sending him looks that could kill. She also kept mouthing the awkward word that he just couldn't seem to find. "Per-plintkin... Baumgartner." She nodded in relief when he finally landed on the right word and he held back an embarrassed laugh before continuing.
"Now, what I'm going to need from you is an article of clothing, preferably an undergarment." He may as well push his luck a little tonight. A little bit of flirting was in order after the day he'd had, only slightly compensating for every single dirty thought that had been running through his mind for hours on end. Juliet, sharp as ever, was quick to retaliate.
"Don't you usually get that from the victim?" she asked innocently and Shawn sent her a sexy grin.
"I've seen it both ways..." She looked away, trying to fight the smile and the blush from spreading across her face. Shawn celebrated internally. He always could make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink. He couldn't always do it the way he wanted to do it though... But he would have to settle for using his words instead of his hands for the minute. If only he could get her alone, just for a few... Hmm, an idea, fully formed and functional weaved into his intelligent brain.
He spoke out loudly.
"I'm going to have to take a look around, to see what I feel..." He let that sink in momentarily, before continuing. "Starting with the bedrooms." With any luck he could get Juliet alone upstairs for a little while, far away from prying eyes. He heard her sigh softly behind him, probably well aware that he just wanted to get her on her own for five minutes, but she gave in to him anyway.
"Of course, I'll show you upstairs..."
He gave a smirk and moved off of the couch, carefully setting aside the girly cup he'd been holding on to for far too long. He briefly considered what Gus would do if he locked the Junior Detective and himself in a room somewhere, but just catching sight of Juliet again made all thoughts of his best friend disappear. Besides, he was in a room surrounded by females who thought he'd played Bud on the Cosby Show. He should probably mention that to him when he got the time. But right now? Juliet was heading for the door to the empty bedrooms and he was being incredibly quick to follow.
Pressing his hand onto the small of Juliet's back, Shawn could hardly contain himself as he led her towards the door. The blond Detective shot him a look that basically asked, 'Why so enthusiastic?'. She was clearly confused at his eagerness to get her alone. That only ever led them down the path of forbidden thoughts and heated bodies...
Juliet shook her head in disbelief of how quickly her mind could deteriorate into filth when it came to one Shawn Spencer.
She would never, ever admit it to anyone, but lately things had been... changing in the deep complicated recesses of her mind. At first, Shawn had been little but an occasional presence in her day, appearing to flirt and smile; possibly solving a case along the way. But lately he seemed to have become a somewhat permanent fixture, helping her with cases and flashing that charming grin of his whenever he could.
She'd tried her best to resist him for as long as she could; those deep green eyes, that sexy smirk that appeared whenever he knew he was right and that insufferable way that he made the top of her thighs tingle and her stomach clench whenever he was near.
Two nights ago, everything had changed. Well, for her it had anyway. She'd awoken during the night, trembling from her inadvertent orgasm, her body covered in sweat and boiling under the covers which she'd had to kick off of her. She'd lain there for what seemed like hours coming down from her high, her chest heaving with deep breaths as she tried to figure out what had gotten her so worked up in the first place.
It was only then that she'd remembered the dream that her subconscious had whipped up for her viewing pleasure and she'd run it through her head again for a little bit of instant replay. Of course it was Shawn in her dream with her, bringing her to the highest points of pleasure with his mouth, his fingers...and then some. She shivered openly and the psychic beside her shot her a curious look which she avoided valiantly.
That dream had been- Well, in all honesty there was only one word that could possibly describe the image of herself and Shawn writhing on her bed, butt naked and crashing under waves of pleasure- that word was hot.
In the short time she'd been reminiscing, Shawn had somehow managed to lead her to the one place she didn't want to be alone with him. The bedrooms. How he'd gotten her here in the first place she would never know... He really was a sneaky, irritating, annoying... sexy, charming- Okay, she was trailing off on a tangent again. That tended to happen around Shawn. One minute she could be thinking about a case, the next her traitorous mind had veered off and was wondering what it would feel like if he were to lean over and kiss her.
It really was very distracting sometimes.
"So Shawn, what exactly did you need to come up here for? The girls were really interested in your little psychic show..." she said nonchalantly. breaking away from his steering hold and leaning against one of the walls, furthest away from him of course. Shawn chuckled loudly, letting her go.
"I lied."
Her eyebrows rose. "Sorry?"
He laughed, moving around the bedroom, picking up trinkets and examining them, before moving, uninterested along to another. "I lied," he repeated, setting down a little polished stone and picking up an engraved pen instead. "I just couldn't take anymore mindless crap. I mean seriously Jules..." He whipped around from his musings to look at her. "How the hell have you coped these last few days? I've literally thought about every way I could kill myself with only a teacup and I've only been here for an hour or two..."
Juliet couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up at the thought of Shawn drowning himself in a teacup. He smiled along with her as she answered. "I've learned how to tune out. I learned how to do it when Carlton was giving those lectures about defensive driving. You just tilt your head to the side, nod occasionally and hum whenever they look at you. While he was talking I planned my next holiday, mentally organized my desk drawers and figured out where I would put my new computer at home. You wouldn't believe what I've mentally organized while I've been here..."
"I can imagine."
"Unless you've been forced to watch Chad Micheal Murray in A Cinderella Story every night for a week, then no, you can't."
He followed her lead and chuckled at the joke, leaning back against the dresser with his body outstretched and long. Juliet bit her lip at the sight and Shawn stared openly at her mouth. Truth be told, they were both thinking the exact same thing. Want. Need. Lust...
Shawn was the first to break the tentative silence. "So Jules... that was an interesting outfit you had on earlier." Her brow quirked at his mention of her skirt and sweater combo, something she'd been entirely uncomfortable with in the first place. But she'd worn it anyway in the hopes that she would blend in a little more.
"What was so interesting about it?" she fiddled with her hair mindlessly, drawing Shawn's gaze away from her lips momentarily to trail along her neck and up again. He cleared his throat loudly, twisting around to face her a little better.
"I just never imagined you wearing something so... revealing." Well, that was a lie in itself. He'd more than imagined her in something revealing her. Hell, she basically danced around naked most of the time in his head. Not that he was going to share that little detail with her. Juliet blushed heavily, even though she was unaware of Shawn's thoughts at that point. The skirt had been a stretch she would admit. It had barely brushed mid thigh and she'd had her reservations about turning up to the Psych Office in it. But apparently Shawn had liked it, for lack of a better word.
"If it helps, I'll probably never wear something like that again..." Shawn's face fell almost comically and he back tracked.
"No! No, Jules, don't be so rash about these kind of things. Your legs looked- I mean, you looked great in it," he stumbled over his words as he rushed to get them out and Juliet bit the inside of her cheek. So, he'd really liked the outfit. Shawn Spencer was a leg man she mused. Hmm, who knew? "You shouldn't make any major life decisions like that in a spur of the moment..."
"Major life decisions? Shawn, it was only a skirt."
"Yeah, but... but think of the animals who died to make that skirt! Think how disappointed they would be if it was never worn!" Juliet rolled her eyes at him as he continued. "They would be hurt, Jules."
"I don't think that plants mind very much Shawn. Although if you want me to have Carlton look into plant murder cases, I'll get right on it," she drawled sarcastically, releasing the strand of hair she'd been toying with for the past few minutes. Shawn gaped. He clearly hadn't thought of that part. He cursed silently. "You know, I starting to wonder about you Shawn. Do you want to wear the skirt?" she teased and he shot her a dirty look from across the room.
"That was low Jules. Below the belt."
"Well, below the belt is apparently where your brains are right about now, so I'm aiming in the right area," she crossed her arms, just daring him to disagree. He knew better than that.
"Fine, Jules. That scrap of material you call a skirt, that you flounced around my office in this morning?"
"I do not flounce-" she began indignantly.
He cut her off, pushing himself away from the dresser he'd been leaning on and prowling towards her. "It has been taunting me all day Jules. It was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for hours. You wouldn't believe what my mind has come up with today Jules. I'm pretty sure you would slap the hell out of me if you could even catch a glimpse of some of the fantasies I've been immersed in all day. I mean come on! How can you show off those gorgeous legs and not expect them to absolutely drive me wild? I haven't said two words to Gus since you left the Office and do you know why?"
He was in her face now, his breath ghosting over her lips and his hands against the wall on either side of her head. She shook her head meekly and he let out a low growl when her hands balled into fists in his shirt. "Because all I've been thinking about is you, me and that skirt thrown on the floor while I have my very wicked-" as he said the word 'wicked' his tongue darted out to trail over her neck and Juliet gasped. "Way with you..." he breathed out against her hot skin, clearly finished with his speech.
They stared each other down, want and desire crackling in the room, until Juliet finally lunged forward and caught his mouth in a deep, searing kiss that made his nerve endings explode.
Shawn practically lost all control, pressing his entire body into Juliet's and slamming them against the wall behind her. She let out a little noise of appreciation, muffled by his lips as his hand trailed up her back to grip the back of her neck and pull her even closer. Juliet's fingers weaved through his hair and she gripped a handful, yanking a little to get some control back. Shawn grunted through the pain and Juliet moaned, her lips parting to let his tongue in.
Shawn took the invitation almost immediately, his tongue stroking over hers and immediately fighting for that elusive dominance. In Juliet's weakened and surprise state, he won easily, leading her in a seductive dance that left them both quivering against each other and gripping whatever they could find for support. Juliet's free hand closed over his bicep, squeezing hard whenever his tongue would flick over hers.
He pulled back slightly to nip at her lips, tugging gently while her eyes bore into his. He smirked, releasing her swollen lips from his teeth before going back in for another rough kiss, free hand roaming over her body and making her want to explode from the heat. Their heavy gasps of air were the only sound in the room, until Juliet pushed Shawn backwards and away from her.
He slammed with thud against a wardrobe, but he had no time to wonder what had happened to his control because Juliet was kissing him again; her body molded into his as he moaned and his hands stroked along her spine, before eventually coming to rest on her ass. She giggled against his mouth when he squeezed playfully, her arms coming up to encircle his neck and pull him back in for another passionate kiss. He eventually broke away with a groan of pain.
"What's wrong?" she pulled back a little, her breathing uneven like his.
"Doorknob in my back," he gave only a short explanation, before grabbing her again and lifting her, the legs he'd fantasized about all day wrapping around his waist as he tried to think of a place to go to.
It was awkward standing there, both still trying to kiss as best they could while he stumbled around trying to find a place to make out against. He finally settled on the dresser from earlier, sweeping everything to the side. The trinkets he'd been playing with clattered noisily to the floor, but the pair heard nothing, far too immersed in each others mouths to notice. Juliet's lips were sore, as were Shawn's, but they couldn't seem to give up the intoxicating taste of each other, fingers and hands becoming more and more adventurous as they continued.
Shawn was so far past the point of return that he didn't even notice the scream that echoed upstairs from the living quarters. Juliet however, always a cop, pulled away and froze. "Did you hear that?" Shawn huffed out a breath and shook his head.
"It was probably Gus. They're making him watch the OC. He screams like a girl when it's on." He went back to trying to distract her with his mouth on her neck, but Juliet's legs fell away from his waist and he groaned in annoyance. "Damn it!" He released her unwillingly and she sent him an apologetic look, her hand finding his jaw as she pulled him in for one last quick kiss.
"Sorry Shawn, but this is important..." With that, she raced out of the room. He followed miserably down the stairs, trailing after her like a child who'd had his best toy taken away.
When they reached the source of the screams they found the living room in complete darkness and twenty terrified Sorority girls clinging onto an equally terrified Gus for dear life. Juliet cast a look towards Shawn in confusion and he shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't heard a thing being so immersed in driving Juliet wild. Hell, a bomb could have gone off and he wouldn't have noticed.
The lights flickered briefly before a deep, demon like voice screamed through the house, "GET OUT!" The new arrivals stood stock still, Juliet's hand going to her mouth and her other one brushing against Shawn's for reassurance. The terrified girls yelped again in fright, hanging onto each other as if their lives depended on it. The lights blinked on once more and all seemed well until...
The voice was back, screaming an unrecognizable word. "ACNAIB! ACNAIB!" Shawn frowned. What was that? A foreign language or pointless ramblings of a mad person? A lamp fell seemingly by itself in the background as did a vase from the fireplace, causing another jump of terror from around the room. It only seemed to get worse from there. A white face, black hair tangled and matted, lips turned up in an evil sneer appeared from as if by magic at the window, illuminated in an eerie light that shone seemingly from no-where. Even Shawn jumped that time, and Juliet's hand was in his now, clearly not caring if anyone saw.
The lights came back on, glowing cheerfully as if nothing had happened in their absence. There was a tense silence throughout the room as everyone tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Finally, one of the girls spoke up, her voice muffled by the cushion she'd been hiding behind. She peeked out from behind it, pale faces looking back at her. "Does this mean we're being haunted Mr. Spencer?"
It took Shawn a moment to realize the question had been directed at him, the feeling of Juliet's hand curled into his distracting him somewhat. "Not at all Molly. I can sense something a little bit off about this whole thing... But just to be sure, I think you guys should probably sleep somewhere else tonight."
"That's probably for the best."
"Yeah, I don't see a problem."
"I'll get the sleeping bags!"
"I'll get the car..." That last one came from Gus, who with a quick wave of cowardice was out of the door without so much as a backwards glance. Shawn was about to object to his friends sudden departure when Juliet squeezed his hand once again. At that point he realized he didn't really mind spending the night or not having a ride home. The squeal of tires told him that Gus had fled the scene as quickly as possible.
Shawn and Juliet were momentarily separated by the gaggle of girls who were whirling around the rooms like an estrogen filled hurricane, packing overnight bags and calling friends on other Sorority's to see if there was any rooms available. Thankfully most were re-housed quite quickly, leaving only Juliet. Bianca was quick to point this little anomaly.
"But Mary-Lou, won't you be scared sleeping here by yourself? I'm sure we can find you somewhere. You can come with me if you want. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you sleeping on the floor..." Juliet shook her head though, holding up her hands as though she was grateful for the suggestion from the ditsy blond.
"No, I'm sure I'll be fine. Mr. Spencer doesn't have a ride home so he'll be here tonight anyway," she explained softly, hoping that Bianca wouldn't take it the way it actually was. Of course, the one time she was hoping for Bianca's mind not to register something was the one time it actually did. Just Juliet's luck really. Or maybe Bianca was smarter than she was giving her credit for.
"Oh, so that's why you're not coming with us..." she said slyly, nudging a blushing Juliet. "I have to admit, he is a hottie Mary-Lou. I can see why you would want to spend as much time with him as possible. Just don't get too wild okay?" With that little gem of advice from someone whose IQ she seriously questioned, Juliet smiled and backed away, looking for any possible means of escape. Luckily, Bianca had trounced off to her car, along with Molly and a few other girls who were waiting patiently to get away from the so-called haunted house.
Juliet shook her head, turning back into the hallway and she shut the door as a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. Shawn leaned against the door frame to the living room, a warm smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"You see Detective? It's true. I am a hottie. I feel a little flattered now..."
"Shawn?"
"Yeah Jules?" She was in front of him now, her hand pressed against his chest and her thumb rubbing circles over the material of his shirt.
"You talk too much..." It was Shawn's turn to initiate the kiss this time and he did with gusto, his lips sliding over hers with ease and a new comfortable familiarity. Their hands found the places they had been earlier, Shawn's slipping down over Juliet's ass without any permission. Not that she minded right now, her own hands far too busy slipping under his shirt to dance over the hot skin of his stomach. She let out a moan of appreciation when she felt his muscles contract under her touch, finding his stomach a lot firmer than she'd expected. Shawn Spencer really was full of surprises.
His back was pressed into the door frame and Juliet was molded into his front, her hands exploring him without any reservations at all. His tongue was dominating her mouth once again and Juliet moaned softly into his kiss, loving the feeling of his hands on her; his body pressed against hers intimately and the intoxicating way his tongue was swirling with hers was making her knees weak.
Shawn could feel her loosen up slightly in his arms, so he slipped his hands lower and dipped slightly, gripping the back of Juliet's thighs. He lifted her easily and her legs went around his waist. Shawn took back some control, walking forwards so that Juliet's back was against the wall next to the door. She didn't seem to mind being dominated just a little, letting out a whimper of pleasure when his crotch pressed into hers.
Shawn couldn't help himself when he thrust a little against her core, feeling her grip on his arms tighten when he hit her through the thin pajama bottoms she was wearing. Her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth as she bit down and closed her eyes, Shawn's continuous thrusts driving her just a little bit crazy. Her body was aflame with heat and she desperately needed to get out of the clothes she was wearing. She let her legs loosen and drop, much to her man's disappointment.
She soothed him with a deep kiss, tugging at his tee-shirt with a seductive smile. He grinned wolfishly, immediately knowing what she wanted.
With a quick tug, his shirt was across the room and his jeans were quick to follow, leaving very little to the imagination as the thin material of his boxers hid very little at this point. Juliet was just as frantic t this point, her top and pants leaving her in a quick strip, bra and panties proving little trouble for the aroused psychic in front of her. He pulled a taunt nipple into his mouth, not bothering to take the bra off of her completely, while probing fingers had pushed her wet panties aside, finding her core easily and slipping inside. Juliet arched against him and cried out, her eyes closing over as she concentrated on the feeling of his hand against her most sensitive area.
Shawn was really making the most of it, exploring as much as he could while he teased her breasts to the point of her wanting to explode. Juliet was thrusting down onto his fingers by now, the tight ball that had bunched in her stomach ready to blow at any second.
Shawn grinned around her nipple, giving one last strong suck and nip before be pulled back and yanked his hand away, just as he felt the tell tale flutter of her muscles. Juliet whined loudly at being denied her orgasm, looking at him in a somewhat pissed confusion. Shawn just growled at her, his face buried into her neck as he bit and licked.
He felt Juliet's hand slip down, trying desperately to finish herself off, but he quickly put a stop to that and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand up again. He pinned it above her head, finding her other hand and doing the same, holding them both with only one of his own, leaving his other hand free to torture her even more.
Ah ah ah Jules. I didn't say you could do that..." The look she shot him could have put a lesser man six feet under the ground, but he merely chuckled, lapping at a nipple again. "You see Jules, you've been teasing me all damn day and I think it's time I got a little revenge don't you?"
She whined. "Shawn, it's not my fault you have a filthy mind is it?"
He laughed, hand trailing over her stomach and finally cupping her core to apply a little pressure. She gasped in pleasure, trying to press herself harder against his hand but he was having none of it. "That skirt was a dirty trick Juliet. Very, very dirty..." he mumbled around a peak, allowing his thumb to slip past her lips and press against her clit. He didn't move it, but her reaction was to cry out loudly and buck her hips desperately trying to find the release he'd denied her.
"Shawn please-" she bit her lip as soon as she'd said the word, but he caught it anyway. He raised his eyes to look into hers, leaning forward to touch his nose to hers, cocking his head and biting at her lips, his deep gaze never leaving hers.
"Whats was that Jules?" She tried to pull back a little and take back some kind of control, but Shawn had a surprisingly strong grip. "Ah, now come on Juliet. Tell me what you said or you really won't get anything. I might start feeling a little generous if you tell me what you said..." he bit back a grin of triumph when he saw her face go red. His thumb was still against her clit and he wriggled it slightly from side to side. She gasped loudly and bucked against his hand, practically sobbing out loud when he stopped. "Tell me Jules or I'll stop everything."
She couldn't help but get a little dig in. "You wouldn't dare..." she challenged and his eyes darkened even further. Before she could even blink, he'd removed his hand from her center and she whimpered at the loss of contact. Her arms were beginning to ache and as much as she didn't want to say it, she desperately wanted to touch him; run her hands along his back, his stomach, to feel his cock in her palm. But her own center was burning for the release he wouldn't allow and she knew she would have to give in.
"Wouldn't I?" he breathed against her lips, his length twitching in his boxers when her body arched against him, looking for some kind of pressure.
"Fine." She spat through gritted teeth. "I said please Shawn..." He groaned loudly when she repeated it, happy with himself.
"I thought so."
"You jerk! You knew what I'd said all alo- ugh!"
He effectively silenced her by pushing two fingers inside of her as far as he could go, thumb pressed roughly against her clit and mouth lowered to her nipple again. Juliet's holler of pleasure echoed around the empty building as Shawn began to thrust to bring back her ebbing orgasm. Juliet practically sobbed with every movement of his hand until eventually Shawn curled his fingers inside her and hit that elusive little spot that just made her crazy. That, combined with the hot wet feeling around her nipple and the thumb rubbing circles over her swollen clit made for one powerful orgasm as Juliet bucked and writhed in his grasp, crying his name out repeatedly as she continued to come. Even as the initial orgasm wore off, the aftershocks made her jerk unstably in his arms and she continued to whimper into his shoulder for a few minutes.
Her body relaxed and Shawn finally released her arms, letting them fall around his shoulders to hug him. Juliet buried her face into Shawn's neck, her breath hot and labored on his skin. Even he was panting with the intensity that her orgasm had brought, his fingers still buried inside of her as he tried to keep his hand as still as possible. After a few seconds in which Juliet regained her ability to see straight, her head fell back to lean against the wall as her breathing evened out a little. Shawn chuckled against her, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips and making her smile in the process.
"You're a jerk," she said softly, running her hands over his neck and shoulders, before curling them up to wind her fingers through his hair. "But that was amazing..." she groaned. Shawn trailed his mouth over her collarbone and his chest vibrated with a satisfied hum. He pulled his fingers from her core and they both moaned again.
"I'm glad you think so, because I'm no-where near done with you Jules."
She kissed him then, her tongue stroking over his lips to beg for entrance, which he willingly gave. They were both suddenly fully aware of Shawn's erection, pressing against Juliet's pulsing center. She giggled against his mouth and pushed her hips forward a little to rub over his cotton covered shaft. Shawn let out a little growl which only served to make Juliet even more aroused than before and she did it again, the material causing a pleasant friction for them both.
She reached down and freed him from the confines, taking his cock in hand with a gentle squeeze. He bucked, clearly on edge after watching her unravel against him. His length was swollen and tender, but she was gentle with him, pumping softly along his shaft to drive him wild. Shawn buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses to it while she continued in the stroking motion. Her thumb swept over the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum that had gathered, eventually coating him in silky smoothness. Shawn was murmuring her name now, every time her hand reached the base to tighten a little, before twisting a little on the way back up. His hips began to move off of their own accord as he thrust into her grip.
Juliet was enjoying herself, especially having some power of him. She felt his body tighten slightly and slowed her movements. "Jules, Jules you have to stop..." he groaned and she released him, feeling him relax. Her hand came up to stroke his cheek, smoothing the damp skin and sweeping his sex hair out of his eyes. He held her up with his own hands, his grip gentle but firm while his thumbs rubbed circles on her hips to soothe her.
Shawn took himself in hand, hissing a little at the contact, as Juliet pulled her panties aside for him. He gave her a sexy grin, pressing forward and rubbing his head over her wet center. She gasped in a breath of air as he teased over her sensitive clit coating himself in her juices. Shawn was lost in the moment of just being that close to her, but eventually Juliet whined a little in frustration and he laughed, pushing himself inside of her with little warning. She cried out as he thrust in all the way to the hilt at once, filling her and stretching her, making her body arch in pleasure.
Shawn was gone the moment he felt her hot wet heat around his shaft, the tightness almost making him lose control which would have been slightly embarrassing. Thankfully he pulled himself together, before pulling Juliet to press against his chest. His hands slid over her ass once more, a place he seemed to enjoy being as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in painfully slowly.
"Jules... Fuck you feel so amazing..." he groaned loudly, before sucking an earlobe into his mouth and tugging on it. Juliet whimpered, her nails digging into Shawn's shoulders as he began to thrust in a steady pace and he nuzzled at him as he teased her. With a little nip he released her ear and trailed down to her neck, gently licking and biting at her. Juliet could feel all of him, his shaft hitting her deeply inside and stroking over her G-Spot with every little movement. Every time Shawn thrust all the way in, his pelvis would rub over her clit and would send shock waves through her body.
Juliet shook in his arms and Shawn's legs trembled with the effort of staying upright as endorphines began to flood their bodies. Shawn continued his steady pace, thrusting continuously into her and causing Juliet to cry out his name repeatedly. "Shawn! Shawn, Sha-awn!" she gasped, her grip around him tightening as her stomach clenched pleasurably. "Harder Shawn, faster please..." she begged against his lips, not caring that her resolve not to plead was caving. "Ugh!"
"Jules..." Shawn moaned loudly, his pace quickening and his thrusts becoming more intense and rougher. He powered upwards into her and Juliet's vision blurred a little as he hit her clit again and again. He finally reached down and rubbed circles over it. Juliet was gone then, the knot in her stomach exploding as her second orgasm of the night hit her with full force. She clawed at his back; his shoulders and his arms, crying out and bucking against him. The sensitivity that her clit had at the minute and she would be there again in no-time. When Shawn thrust again, deep and hard, small aftershocks powered through Juliet's body and she practically went limp in his arms. The muscles clamping down around Shawn's cock made him gasp and cry out Juliet's name, his body going ram-rod tight and jerking sporadically as he came into her.
They both groaned at the rush of wetness and pleasant heat that they felt.
The only sound that filled the room was their heavy breathing and eventually, Shawn's chuckle of sedation. "The fantasy really didn't live up to the reality. God that was amazing..." he laughed breathlessly, kissing her lips gently to bring her back from the brink.
"Yeah, so much better in real life," she agreed, rubbing her hands over his hair to get it away from his eyes.
"Are you admitting to having daydreams about this stuff?"
"Do night dreams count? If so, then yes."
"You do realize we have an entire house to ourselves for an entire night... And you have all those little skirts up the stairs that are just begging to be worn..." he nuzzled her, a predatory grin sliding over his features. Juliet captured his lips again, making them both moan.
"What are we waiting for then?"
A/N: I'm back baby! Yup, one Scary Sherry re-write for your enjoyment. I made it extra smutty as a present for me taking so long. Life is getting hectic again and I just can't seem to find any time or motivation to write. But hopefully I'm back into the swing of things now =3 I hope you guys have enjoyed this one. More on the horizon ^^
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