It was no-where near unusual for Shawn Spencer and Henry Spencer to fight over something. It could be something small like Shawn forgetting to use a coaster on Henry's new coffee table and leaving a ring, or it could be the age old argument of Shawn's use of his motorbike.
Shawn hated that one more than most other things. It would leave him tired and drained, having to go over the same thing again and again.
Of course, insults would be thrown and jibes would be snuck in. Sometimes Shawn would bring up the divorce, just to hit his father where it really hurt. Sometimes Henry would bring up Shawn's complete lack of maturity and tell him some home truths. But it was never, ever serious enough to warrant anything worse than one of them sulking like a child for a few days before they were acting like nothing had ever happened.
Juliet had her share of family problems, it was true. Her father was a sensitive issue with her so she made sure never to pry into Shawn's issues with his own. It wasn't her place to try and fix their relationship. She could only be there after the fall out.
She would always comfort him after a bad fight, making sure he ate something and had some companionship whenever Gus was out of town. To her surprise, Shawn kept very little food around his apartment, preferring to eat in diners and at the Psych Office. So Juliet would arrive with groceries and make him dinner. He never acknowledged why she was there and Juliet would never bring it up, but she could tell he was always grateful for her friendship.
Lately, things had been going well.
Shawn and Henry hadn't fought in a few weeks, keeping things civil. It was almost as though their relationship was back on track. They were having dinner together and making jokes about happier memories from Shawn's childhood. Shawn loved his father, Juliet knew that. Even if he wouldn't show it very often; and under Henry's tough exterior beat the heart of a man who was very proud of what his son had become.
But all good things had to come to an end apparantly. Juliet had always hated that expression. It implied that there was no happy endings, even though she knew there were plenty. Sadly though, when it was applied to this particular situation, it was very true. Too true for comfort.
This had to be the worse fight Juliet had ever seen the pair have; and in the middle of a busy Station no less. She wasn't usually around for the actual fight. She always heard about it from Gus later. But there was no escaping this one.
To be fair, they were trying to keep it contained in the Chief's empty Office but eventually their voices reached such a threatening volume that the windows were practically rattling in their frames. She'd never heard an argument like it. She was surprised that it hadn't descended into a full on brawl yet. Juliet had absolutely no idea what is was about this time. Even Gus wasn't clued in which was very unusual. He always had at least a small idea about what was going on.
Shawn hadn't said a single word to anyone when he'd arrived fifteen minutes earlier. He'd just stormed into the Station, ignoring the protests of the people he pushed out of the way. He'd caught her eye on the way past and Juliet had been startled at how black and cold his usually vibrant gaze was. He'd looked away quickly, but she could tell that this wasn't going to end well.
He'd come to a direct halt in front of Henry. The older Spencer had sighed, probably knowing what was wrong.
Shawn had practically dragged Henry into the Chief's vacant Office and he'd let rip with his anger. It was pretty safe to say that the Junior Detective had never seen the carefree, happy and occassionally very sweet psychic like this before. His hands were balled into tight fists, his knuckles white with the force he was exerting. His normally neat hair was a total mess because he kept running his finger's through it in frustration. His eyes were pinched and flaming with rage. Juliet was worried to say the least.
The older of the two wasn't in any better of a situation.
For someone who could usually keep himself quite calm and reserved in public, Henry Spencer was giving as good as he got from his son. Every time she heard him say something her indignance grew. She was far more loyal to Shawn than to Henry and hearing him talk like that was setting her on edge. She was trying her very best to not step in and intervene. It definitely wouldn't help, although she was almost sure it would stop that hurt look that passed Shawn's face whenever his father said something else. Juliet winced as another insult was hurled his way and Shawn dropped his head into his hands in frustration.
She could tell that most of the Station were listening in.
Although to be fair, it was very difficult not to listen. Especially with the volume they were screaming at. Gus was looking very awkward, sitting across the room on the bench meant for visitors. He was pretending to play with his phone, but Juliet could see the concern shining in his eyes whenever he would look up at the room. Lassiter was talking on the phone much louder than was nessecary, about something that didn't make much sense. He wasn't paying much attention to the conversation he was meant to be having. The looks he kept shooting at the Office were enough to tell Juliet that he too was concerned that it was going to turn into a brawl if someone didn't stop them soon.
Suddenly, there was nothing but dead silence.
Everyone inconspicuously glanced towards the room to see what had finally shut the pair up. Juliet frowned openly at the look on Shawn's face. He looked... dare she say it, absolutely crushed by whatever had just been said. Juliet looked at Henry to see if she could make anything else out and her worry for the psychic turned to deep concern. Henry looked shocked at whatever he had just said. The two of them seemed frozen as whatever had been said sank in.
It was Shawn who made the first move moments later, taking an awkward, involuntary step forward with his fist clenched tight. Holding her breath, Juliet prayed to whoever was up there that Shawn wouldn't take a swing at his father.
She really didn't want Carlton to try and arrest him for assualt right now. He might not be able to handle it.
But he didn't.
In fact, he didn't do anything for several long and drawn out seconds. While Henry immediately began a string of rushed apologies for whatever he had said, Shawn just stood there; his mouth slightly agape and his hands hanging uselessy by his sides. When he finally did move, it was only to drag himself past Henry without even looking at him and push the door open slowly. Henry reached out a hand and grabbed his son's shoulder, but Shawn threw it off violently with a warning look. Henry backed away, his hands in the air.
No-one even made an attempt to apprach the Psychic as he wandered dejectedly out of the Station and down the steps in a daze.
When Gus finally snapped out of his trance, he pushed himself up from the bench and made to follow his best friend. Juliet stopped him dead in his tracks.
Hand on his arm, she shook her head. "I'll go after him. You stay and deal with Henry okay?" The loud sound of a motorbike roaring to life outside the Station made her jump after spending a few precious moments in almost silence. Without waiting for an answer from Gus, she walked briskly out of the building, only breaking into a run in the parking lot; her purse clutched firmly in her hand.
She only caught a brief glimpse of Shawn as he sped out of sight and as her car's engine hummed around her, she quickly followed in the same direction.
A somewhat hectic few hours later, Juliet found herself outside of Shawn's apartment for the third time that day. She'd finally given up and switched her cell phone off after the first seven worried calls from Henry and the thirteen frantic ones from Gus she'd had to deal with. Admittedly she'd tried Shawn several times herself, but it had gone straight to voicemail without even ringing.
It was stupid to think that he would answer his cell phone to anyone after the state he'd been in. She was worried now. There were only a few places Shawn ever went.
The Psych Office had been empty when she'd tried it, seeming oddly sad when she'd unlocked the door. She'd tried his apartment twice already, but there was no answer when she buzzed and no answer when she banged for a few minutes on his door. She'd even gone as far as to check the diner that they met in, but to no avail. She felt silly for trying that now. Turning her engine off, Juliet slipped out of her car and walked the path she'd already walked twice that day.
She was really hoping he hadn't skipped town. The thought alone brought a lump to her throat. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye though, she assured herself.
Opening the front door after being buzzed in by the kindly lady on the first floor, she headed straight for the elevator and pressed the number for the third floor. Thankfully the elevator was empty, unlike last time when she'd been hit on by a forty something buisiness man. Juliet grimaced at the memory. She really wasn't in the mood right now for things like that right now. She was far too worried about Shawn's wellbeing and whereabouts. The little 'ding' of the lift stopping brought her back to reality and she stepped into the familiar hallway.
She strode to his door with a purpose in her step and lifted her hand to knock again. A faint crash from inside the apartment made her hand pause in it's journey.
Her first feeling was relief. He was still here. He hadn't run off to some far off place where she could see him everyday. Her second thought that hit almost as fast as the first was concern. What was he doing in there to cause so much noise?
But there was no way he could possibly hide from her now. She knew he was in there and she would break down the door if she had to. She brought her fist down on the door harder than she'd intended, ignoring the sting on her skin. "Shawn Spencer! Open this door right this instant! Do you know how worried I've been! I've been all over this city looking for you Spencer and I'll kick this door in if I have to! I know you're in there Sha-"
She didn't get the chance to finish yelling because the door swung open anyway to reveal the man she'd been looking for for the past few hours. He looked terrible. His eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot and his hair was a complete mess, telling Juliet that he's probably been like this for most of the time she'd been looking. His body was tense and the hand that wasn't on the door was clenched in a tight fist.
"What are you doing here Juliet?"
She almost winced at the harsh tone of his voice and the uneeded use of her full name. He never used her full name unless something was wrong, or he was apologizing for something. Apparantly he also did it when he was pissed off. He sounded tired and hoarse and Juliet softened; the fear that had been building in her stomach since he left dispelled by the sight of him in front of her.
"What do you think? I've been looking for you everywhere. You left so quickly and I was... we were worried about you Shawn. We though you might have done something stupid..." she put her hand out to rest of his cheek but he flinched at the contact and pulled away.
"Well here I am. You can go home now," he said briskly, his voice cold. He made to shut the door and block her out, but Juliet stopped him before he could. He sighed heavily, obviously not in the mood for another fight. "Jules, please go home. I'm fine..." he breathed out through clenched teeth, his eyes shut tight. Glancing around him and into the apartment from where she stood, Juliet could see that he'd literally taken some of his anger out on his furniture.
The coffee table lay in bits, his couch on it's back and the cabinet face down on the floor, shards of glass from the front littered over the carpet. Juliet glanced back at him skeptically.
"Clearly you're not okay Shawn. You can't be on your own right now. Please, let me come in and take care of you..." her voice was soft and sincere, but Shawn remained, for all intents and purposes, completely stoic.
"Juliet." He ground out, his voice strained and tight. "Go. Home. Get out of here before I do something I'll regret somewhere down the line. I do not want you to see me like this."
A shiver made it's way down her spine. His tone was one of serious warning but as much as she wanted to heed that warning she couldn't bring herself to leave him alone after something like this. "Shawn, I can't leave you like this..." He growled softly, deep in his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose roughly. "Let me come in," she tried, cautiously taking a step forward. As soon as her foot was through the door, it set him off. Shawn's head snapped up violently and he whirled around, his hand finding her wrist and yanking her inside.
Before Juliet could even fathom what was happening, the door was slammed loudly behind her and she was pressed into the wood by a hard body. Her first and most primal instinct was to struggle but Shawn was surprisingly strong and it did little to throw him off. He pressed into her further, his chest rubbing against hers and his breath hot on her face.
Juliet stopped her struggling, her mind suddenly torn between punching him and kissing him as hard as she could as she looked at his face.
His eyes were blazing with anger and lust, dark and sexy. Juliet couldn't look at them for too long, the intensity setting her skin on fire. He wasn't moving, his hands pinning her wrists to the door behind her. Juliet couldn't help herself. She should be slapping him in the face. But this was Shawn. He wasn't about to purposely hurt her. He still hadn't moved. But Juliet did move, her lips finding his. Shawn let out a powerful growl and kissed her back, his tongue flicking out to force her lips apart and seek out her own. Juliet gave little resistance, the sudden fire burning in her stomach making her weaken.
Kissing Shawn wasn't at all what she'd imagined. She'd thought that their first kiss would be gentle and loving, filled with care and patience. Instead it was rough, yearning and angry and overflowing with lust. It set her nerve endings on fire and sent tingles right down to the tips of her fingers and toes. His tongue was dominating her own, stroking her lips and drawing out shameless moans from her throat.
He pulled back very briefly to gasp for air, allowing her to do the same. She drew in a shaky breath to ease the burn in her lungs before he was plundering her mouth again. As hard as Juliet tried to get back a little dominace in the situation, it seemed like Shawn's anger was fuelling him and any attempt of her tongue to slide into his mouth was fought back. He seemed to like the challenge though, because every time she would try he would growl out a warning and kiss her even harder.
Her body was reacting quickly to the fact that he was possibly kissing her into a pleasure induced coma and to the current position she was in. She was still pressed submissively into the door of his apartment, her hands pinned at her sides uselessly. Right now though, his lips where making her forget everything she'd ever valued about being a strong, confident woman who didn't need a man to complete her.
Juliet prided herself on her femininity, but damn it all, right now she wanted Shawn. To hell with everything she'd ever learned about the feminist movement. Shawn was quite possibly about to fuck her senseless against his door and she wanted him to. Her mind agreed with her body for once and both of them where screaming at Shawn to take her right now. He probably didn't need her to tell him that though. She shifted a little and her stomach twisted when she felt his erection pressed against her thigh. Her mind was racing and her head was spinning in circles; although whether it was from his kiss or the lack of oxygen, Juliet didn't know. It was probably both. He pulled back again, his chest rising and falling frantically as he tried to get as much air as he could in his lungs. He met her gaze and she all but melted.
"Shawn..." she managed to whimper out his name almost pathetically because her body was buzzing and her panties were wet and both of these things seemed to steal her voice. She was worried talking might ruin the moment and snap him out of it, but it did little to dispel the open want in his eyes. Instead, he replied with his own answer; his voice barely above a whisper.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." his voice was rough and fogged with lust instead of anger now. A shiver shot up her spine and she shuddered against him. She cursed herself for doing it but it was almost impossible to control the vibrations that rattled her when the low timbre of his voice lulled over her. He chuckled, a humorless and dark sound, fingers wrapping around her wrists tight enough to hold them down but not too tight. "I gave you the chance to go Juliet," he mumbled, his mouth sliding over the expanse of her neck. Juliet tilted her head to the side to provide better access as his tongue left a hot trail on her skin. "But no," he drew out the word, almost mockingly. Juliet would have been a little scared of this new Shawn had she not been so painfully aroused. Shawn knew exactly what she was thinking. "Don't worry Jules, I won't hurt you... Unless you ask me nicely," he sank his teeth into her neck and Juliet yelped.
But he drew back as quickly as he'd done it, running his tongue over the mark he'd left to soothe the sting.
"D-did you just bite me?" her voice sounded shaky to her own ears as her eyes searched his face. He smiled at her. It wasn't a Shawn smile. This was predatory and dangerous, like he could easily make her do whatever he wanted with just a snap of his fingers. Her heart pounded in her chest when she realized that given her current state or arousal induced weakness, he probably could make her do just about whatever he asked. The way he was looking at her mixed with that wolfish grin made her feel like a deer that had just caught the eye of something big, scary; with plenty of bite in it. Juliet tilted her neck to the side again, almost invitingly and Shawn shot her a warning look.
Leaning forward, she expected to feel his teeth grazing her but only felt his lips. "Don't." He nipped at her and she jumped. "Play." Another nip. "With." He bit her again and her head swam. "Fire." Juliet couldn't help the guttural moan that escaped her throat. She'd never been into the whole kinky, pleasure/pain and biting scene before. This was certainly changing her mind and her view in a giant way. Shawn seemed fixated with her neck, licking and kissing as much as he could.
She finally found her voice again when her vision stopped going in and out of focus for a second. "What if I wanted to?" she had asked the question before her sensible side could stop her. But Sensible Juliet had been kicked to the curb the second Shawn had pinned her against this door. She had been well and truly replaced by Slutty Juliet. She didn't even know her subconscious had a slutty side. Shawn pulled his head up, his eyes almost black as they met her own.
"Wanted to what, Jules?" he nudged her jaw with his nose, nuzzling a little. All the while his eyes bore into hers through his thick lashes. Juliet briefly wondered how she could still form words while he was looking at her like that. Like he was about to eat her. Maybe he was a secret vampire. The cool, seductive kind like Dracula, not the creepy sparkling kind that watched you sleep. If Shawn was about to drink her blood, Juliet didn't think she could get away. Would she even want to get away? The warm tongue running over her pulse point sent shock waves along her body and she bucked. Shawn hummed his approval at how responsive she was. But he was still waiting for an answer. "Wanted to what, Juliet?" he pressed again, almost demanding this time.
"Play with fire," she gasped out, knowing there was no turning back now. She was on a one way road with one destination and Shawn was behind the wheel.
"Then I'd say you were very brave..." he exhaled, breath scorching her as he kissed his way down to the top of her blouse. "Either that, or very very silly. Let's take a guess to which one it is," he growled possessively, nudging her blouse down with his chin and licking a line across her collarbone. Juliet wondered where her jacket had gone before remembering she'd left it in the car. It felt funny thinking of the real world outside when Shawn was busy running his tongue over her body and making her unravel with his mouth. Juliet wanted to reach out, slide her arms around his back and run her hands over his chest and shoulders. She wanted to bury her fingers in his thick hair and tug when he did something she loved. But her hands were still pinned to her side by his. When did Shawn get this strong? She tried moving her wrist gently but he immediately knew what she was doing.
"Ah ah ah," he scolded, tutting at her. "Bad girls get punished Juliet," he warned while releasing her wrists. "Keep your arms by your sides and we won't have a problem." Juliet nodded her understanding but she didn't have to be happy about it. Shawn smirked at the hint of a pout on her face, using his now free hand to catch her chin. He pulled her face up to look at him, her bottom lip sticking out petulantly. She knew he wasn't about to give in to her because she was huffing, but it didn't stop her. He leaned forwards and caught her lip with his teeth. Juliet's eyes widened and swore that she could hear bells ringing in her ears. He sucked roughly until her lip was red and almost bruised before he released it and ran his tongue over it gently. "And don't pout. It's too irresistible."
Juliet was honestly speechless for what felt like the thousandth time that afternoon. Her own tongue swept over her lip and Shawn's eyes followed it closely. She knew she was teasing him. He knew she was teasing him. But he let her get away with that one. Mainly because it made him even harder to see her pink tongue stroking over that full bottom lip. He lowered his head to her chest again and his hands swept up her thighs and then over her hips. They came to rest on her waist, thumbs rubbing circles. Not gently. There was nothing gentle about the way he was looking at her, or the way his teeth were grazing her skin. He finally let his hands climb up to cup her breasts through her shirt. She gasped out and her hands twitched against the door. She wanted to touch him so badly...
What was he going to do really? While she contemplated letting herself touch him, Shawn was busy unbuttoning her blouse. Well, she thought he was unbuttoning it. She could feel it become looser when he pulled it from her skirt and she glanced down to watch him. But Shawn was very impatient and just unbuttoning took far too long. He was plucking each button off of her shirt as though they were held in place by nothing but air.
They dropped onto the carpet noiselessly. Juliet finally found her voice. "Shawn! What the hell? I need that shirt-" his head snapped up to hers, almost daring her to challenge him on it. "For work..." she trailed off uselessly, wondering why she had begun to argue at all.
"If I have my way, Juliet," he pulled her shirt apart and practically tore it off of her. She drew in a sharp breath when the cold air hit her skin. "You won't be going anywhere where you'll need a shirt for quite a few days." Without giving her any time to think about just what he meant by that, Shawn flicked apart the front clasp of her bra and pulled it off her as well. He threw it somewhere behind him and gazed down at her breasts appreciatively. His chest vibrated with something resembling a purr of happiness, but Juliet wasn't sure. The predator side had come back in full force when she'd tried to protest and when he noticed that she'd moved away from the door a little, he slammed her back into it. "Woman, for a Detective you're lousy at following orders!" he snapped impatiently. Juliet scowled at him and he raised an eyebrow as if daring her to challenge him again.
She backed down a little and he seemed appeased. This was definitely going to be interesting she mused, before all thoughts vanished when he rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She bucked slightly and whimpered.
He massaged her breasts in his palms, thumbs rubbing over her nipples to harden them even more. His eyes never left her face, because as lush as her breasts were; all creamy white with pert little nipples... The faces she made were enchanting. Shawn pinched a nipple and her mouth opened in a silent gasp, eyes closed over and her body arching into his touch as if to beg for more. Lowering his mouth, Shawn flicked and sucked until she was whimpering under him. He could listen to that sound forever. Juliet was having a hard time forming any kind of coherency in her brain. Shawn's mouth was magical and wicked at the same time. No-one should be that skilled with their tongue, which led her to wonder what else he was skilled at with his mouth. The thought had her trembling again. It wasn't fair, she resisted the urge to pout again when he released her breast with a little hum of satisfaction. He got to drive her wild and she wasn't allowed to touch him at all.
By now, Shawn was on his knees in front of her pressing rough, wet kisses all over her navel and stomach. "Shawn, Shawn please!" she hated to beg, but it was becoming too much to just keep still and let him toy with her how he wanted.
"Please what?" he looked up at her, his grin back in place and his eyes as dangerous as ever.
"Let me touch you," she almost whined and his hands trailed over her calves and up to her ass. He squeezed and she clenched her hands into fists. It was becoming very hard to not grab a handful of his hair and wipe that sinful grin off of his face. But she had no idea just what kind of punishment Shawn had in mind when he'd mentioned it earlier. Probably better to bite her tongue and ask permission instead of having to deal with whatever torture he would think up to drive her even crazier. Shawn looked as though he was contemplating it for a few seconds. His hands were still moving over her as he thought, dipping under the waistband of her skirt, thumb just grazing the edge of her panties. She bit her lip as he stood up, still not giving her an answer. His free hand reached around to unzip her skirt and it fell to the floor as he smiled smugly.
All she wore were a pair of panties and her heels. Shawn stepped back to run his eyes along her body, lingering on her breasts and then on the little triangle of fabric that separated him from his prize. He looked so delicious with the lust in his eyes that she lost all train of thought. Forgetting that she wasn't supposed to, Juliet made the mistake of taking a step towards him. Shawn really didn't like it when she ignored him. That was twice now. Juliet realized her mistake only seconds after she'd done it and she saw his face flash with anger and annoyance. She cursed herself in her head. He was against her in a flash, pressing her tightly against the door. He grabbed her wrists again and pulled her arms above her head, holding both with only one of his own. "That's twice now Jules. Tut tut. Anyone would think you were into the kinky stuff."
"Shawn, please! I need to touch you," she leaned forwards and caught his mouth with hers. He let her kiss him before pulling back again.
"Strike three Juliet," he singsonged. Her breathing picked up almost instantly as he yanked her away from the door. The world fell away when he hoisted her over his shoulder and she let out a little yelp of surprise. Shawn's hand came down sharply on her ass and she cried out with indigence. Shawn just chuckled that dark sound again, carrying her effortlessly through his trashed living room and through to the bedroom. Juliet's ass cheek stung but she forgot about it the instant Shawn dropped her onto his bed. She didn't have time to think about the fact that this was the first time she'd been in his room, before he'd flipped her surprised self over onto her stomach. She was about to flip herself back over when Shawn brought his hand down on her ass again. Juliet couldn't help the shudder that went through her; and it wasn't a bad shudder either. Shawn was grinning to himself as he rubbed his fingers over the red hand print he'd left.
"Shawn, when this is over... I'm going to kill you," Juliet threatened, but despite her words she made no attempt to move from the bed. She heard his shirt hit the floor before the tell tale rattle of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper made her cheeks flame. She thought she'd be way past the point of embarrassment by now. Apparently not.
"Jules, I have no doubt about it. But right now, I'm in charge," he hooked two fingers in each side of her panties and pulled them effortlessly off of her legs, leaving only her heels in place. Taking a little time to explore her back, Shawn straddled her ass and ran his hands along her back. Juliet gulped when he shifted so that his cock was resting on her ass. He grinned even though he knew she couldn't see him do it. She really was fucking gorgeous and he had every intention of telling her that when he made love to her later. But judging from her their arousal, he wouldn't be taking it slow this time. Shawn slid a finger between Juliet's legs and she let out a cry of approval. He almost lost all semblance of control that he had left when he felt just how wet she was for him. She must really like the rough stuff he mused, dipping his finger inside of her. Juliet let out a long moan and pressed backwards to try and take him deeper.
Shawn pulled his hand back before trailing the digit down to circle over her clit. If she really was going to kill him when this was over, then he wanted to touch her as much as possible. Also, if time allowed... He slapped her ass again and she bucked, her hands curling into sheets. Oh yeah, she really enjoyed that even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. After all, his fingers were still playing with her center and he could feel her become wetter. Another slap just to confirm his theory and another rush of wetness made his eyes almost roll back in his head.
"God Shawn, please!" she whimpered, twisting her head a little to try and look at him. She really didn't do well with orders and he dropped onto his forearms, his front pressed along her back. Juliet almost melted with relief at having some contact with his naked body. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing over her clit and she was way past the point of being shy, pressing upwards in an attempt to make him stop teasing her. For once Shawn seemed as desperate as she was and he slid inside her with one easy thrust. He didn't stop until he was buried to the absolute hilt inside her and Juliet couldn't keep her cry of pleasure contained. She clenched her muscles around his shaft and Shawn couldn't even bring himself to growl out a warning to her. Not when he was engulfed in tight wet, scorching heat that was making his head spin.
They both knew from the foreplay that this wasn't going to be gentle or slow.
Shawn pulled back dangerously slowly, his mouth against her ear. "Shawn, I want you. Please, I want you..." that was all he needed to slam back into her roughly. They cried out in unison, one of his hands finding her hip and pulling her even closer. The pace continued in much the same way, Shawn pulling away slowly and making her whimper at the loss before filling her again with deep, sharp thrusts. He stayed buried in her for a few seconds before repeating the process. Juliet was writhing under him, their bodies slick with sweat and the heat making their heads swim as he rocked into her.
"Fuck Jules, you're so tight," he licked her ear lobe and she let out another cry. He finally complied with her wishes and picked up the pace, his thrusts still as hard and deep, but faster now as well. Juliet groaned her approval into the bed and Shawn let the hand he was resting on her hip slide down to dip in between her legs again. He circled her clit with the tip of his finger, loving how her muscles fluttered around his shaft every time he hit a certain spot.
"Feels so good Shawn," she panted out, dipping back to meet his thrusts every time. He could tell she was getting very close. He'd been teasing her towards the brink for a while and he knew he wasn't far away himself. He wanted to hold off though. He wanted to get her there first before himself. "I'm so close..." she murmured, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to find her peak. Shawn's thrusts sped up even more and he lowered his mouth to her shoulder. With a growl he slammed all the way into her, sinking his teeth into her shoulder at the same time. Her orgasm hit her with such an intensity that Juliet saw spots in front of her eyes. She screamed out his name and Shawn was sure that his neighbors on every floor would have been able to hear it. But he didn't care, thrusting again to prolong her climax.
His last few thrusts were to push himself over the edge and he pulled out of her quickly to come over her lower back. Juliet whimpered at the loss but Shawn was still panting above her, trying to get his breath back. They lay soundlessly for a few minutes, before Shawn rolled away and reached into the second drawer in his nightstand. He wordlessly handed her a tissue to clean herself off with and Juliet thanked him, throwing it into the bin on the other side of his bed when she was done.
She finally turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. Shawn was looking at the bed, almost like he was ashamed of himself. His hair was still a mess and she was pretty sure hers was as well, but she walked back to the bed and sat next to him. It didn't really matter if they were naked, although she did take the opportunity to let her eyes roam over his body appreciatively for the first time. Shawn still hadn't looked at her and she knew why. "Are you okay?" she asked, sliding her hand over his where it lay on the bed. He stared at their joined hands for a few moments, before finally raising his gaze to meet hers.
"Sorry for going psycho Shawn on you. I didn't hurt you did I?" his eyes fell onto the matching bite marks on her neck and shoulder.
"I'll probably be a little sore tomorrow, but it's the good kind of sore," she answered him honestly, frowning when he winced as though she'd slapped him. "Shawn? I'm really okay. You didn't do anything wrong-"
"I'm such a jackass. I screwed up what should have been something amazing. I shouldn't have done it Jules. Our first time was supposed to be slow and loving- What the fuck is wrong with me?" he looked like he was verging on distraught but Juliet quickly stepped in to calm him down. She turned her head and it was her turn to pull his face up to look at hers. She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly and slowly, until he relaxed under her gentle persuasion. He returned her kiss just as leisurely, falling back onto the bed when she pressed against his chest. Straddling him, Juliet cupped his cheek with her hand.
"Shawn, if I hadn't have wanted to do that, then I could have very easily gotten out of it. We always have the second time for going slow. You really needed to get this out of your system. How are you feeling anyway?" she asked softly, not wanting to upset him by bringing up the argument again. Shawn shrugged, gripping her hips and moving them so that he was sitting up against the headboard with Juliet sitting in his lap.
"I've been a little preoccupied here Jules. Don't know if you noticed," his fingers traced the marks on her shoulder and then on her neck. He frowned, clearly annoyed with himself for losing control like that. Juliet can see him start to over think it again and she stops him.
"I never knew I liked biting until today," she teased lightly, trying to brighten his mood. It worked somewhat and she managed to draw a smile out of him. "Look Shawn, I'm okay I promise. Stop worrying about it. Unless you weren't paying attention, I certainly enjoyed myself there. We always have later for taking things slow and I'm not going anywhere." He brightened when she said that, kissing her softly. Juliet hummed in approval, her fingers spearing the hair at the base of his neck like she'd wanted to do earlier. They lie lazily for a while, just enjoying each others company when a knock on the door interrupts them. Shawn seemed startled when his fathers voice echoed through the apartment. Juliet looks at him, concern shining in her eyes. "Do you want me to answer it?"
Shawn's eyes ran over her naked form, unable to stop the smirk. "Like that?"
"Shawn, be serious," she scolds, but her heart isn't it. The front door bangs again and Shawn scowls.
"I'm not ready to see him Jules. Not yet. I'll call him later so he knows I haven't left the country," he confirmed, so Juliet remained where she was, stroking a hand down his chest as they ignored the noise. "I think I just need a little time. Can you stay with me?" he asked softly, looking up at her with pleading puppy dog eyes. Juliet couldn't help the smile that spread over her face. As if she could resist him after today. As if she would turn away from him when he needed her. He hadn't even needed to use the puppy look on her. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Juliet hummed.
"Of course I will."
A/N: Whew! I'll be in the shower if you need me guys! *fans self* Okay, this wasn't originally going in this direction, and don't ask me how it ended up bordering on kinky/angry sex. Although, this isn't the kinkiest thing I've ever written to be honest. I would love to do a really kink filled Shules one, but I have no idea how it would be received by the audience XD I'll gauge to reaction to this one first I think. And yes, I know this should have been a continuation of the last chapter, but that probably won't happen. I couldn't find a good way to continue it. Any one else like the whole Shawn/biting thing? I kind of enjoyed writing that... *ehem*
Reviews are like... oh screw it, I really need a cold shower and I have work in the morning. I can't think straight.