Annie are you okay?
Will you tell us that you're okay?
There's a sign in the window,
That he struck you-A crescendo Annie.
He came into your apartment,
He left the bloodstains on the carpet,
Then you ran into the bedroom,
You were struck down,
It Was Your Doom!
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK Annie
You've Been Hit By
You've Been hit By
A Smooth Criminal!
Michael Jackson:- Smooth Criminal
"Hey O'Hara, looks like your favorite criminal is back. McNabb just pulled him in again."
A file landed on the desk in front of her, the sharp slap of paper on wood making her jump and look up from the newspaper she'd been engrossed in. Her partner's surly and very unimpressed face looked back at her and it took her a moment to register what he'd just said- or indeed that he'd said anything at all. "Let's get down there, shall we?" She bit back a groan of exhaustion mixed with anticipation. She knew who he was referring to now. She pushed her chair out and shot him a look that said 'do we have to?' and all he could do was shrug apologetically back at her. It had been an exceedingly long day for both of them. Three robberies all of them seemingly linked in some way, several hoax calls, four muggings and one murder. It hadn't felt like Saturday at all and she was still an hour away from clocking out for a well deserved two days off.
But, duty called once more.
She secretly wished she could disconnect duty's phone line so it could never call again.
Lifting the file from where it had scattered her stationary on the desk, she obediently followed Carlton Lassiter as he dragged his own weary form down to the interrogation rooms, where said criminal was being held for the time being. They both knew the drill basically off by heart at this point. He was in and out of the Station so many times that they practically invited him the Christmas party. Lassiter didn't even bother going inside, just taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs by the door in case she needed him in an emergency. He knew if he went in, their criminal wouldn't say one damn word except to inform him that he would talk to no-one but Detective Juliet O'Hara.
Lassiter had tried the usual tricks on him. His intimidating bad cop routine, trying to wait him out until he cracked out of sheer boredom or hunger, idle threats of prison and even being reduced to begging and bargaining at one point for him to talk. But he'd just reclined in his chair every time, a smug smile on his handsome face and his hands resting on his stomach lightly, almost like he was just waiting for a bus or in Dentist's waiting room. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her the whole time she'd been sitting next to Lassiter.
In her head, Juliet had nicknamed him Smooth Criminal at the beginning and the name had stuck with her. She didn't mention it to anyone else though because Smooth Criminal talked to no-one else but her. The second Lassiter had left the room that first day, the silent, stoic personality had transformed before her very eyes and he'd been a talkative, hyperactive man-child much to her amazement. Although, under the demeanor he was always silently observing or listening and the second he figured out that Lassiter was about to go into the Observation room next to them, he clammed up again and went back to silence.
They'd released him of course because they had little to no evidence to keep him there for the robbery that Lassiter claimed he'd committed and Smooth Criminal had given nothing away to anyone. He'd chatted to her on that first day like they were old friends or like he'd just met her in a coffee shop a few hours before and Juliet couldn't help herself. She'd found herself pulled into his conversation and his obvious charm. He'd been witty and kind and so unlike anyone they'd ever interviewed before. He was so far from a thief that she found herself suspecting that he hadn't done anything at all. That he just liked to get in trouble for the fun of it.
When Lassiter had eventually intervened in their conversation, he'd led Smooth Criminal from the building and warned him promptly that he never wanted to see his face in their Station again, all he'd done was smile and wink in her direction. She'd been extremely embarrassed when her cheeks turned red in a flush of heat, whipping around and quick marching back to her desk to try and get her mind away from him. She'd thought that it would be the last she would ever see of him. He wasn't stupid enough to get caught again she'd mused, all the way until the next week when in he'd strolled again like he owned the place, handcuffs on and walking right past her as she'd been getting a cup of coffee. His grin and wink had said it all really.
He was doing it on purpose, they all knew that.
He never talked to anyone other than her, never opened up when he knew Lassiter was near and never left without asking her for a date at least once. Sometimes twice if he was feeling lucky. Every week he was released without fail and every time he would wink at her and whisper 'see you next time, beautiful'. She could hear his voice, deep and purring in her mind as Lassiter briefed her the usual crap of 'we have him this time O'Hara' before she went in. She mentally prepared herself for the usual onslaught of questions that he would ask and while she tried to stay professional, it was difficult. So few people ever asked her how her day was going and it was sort of sad to think that one of the few who took notice of her was a repeat offender who she tried to put in jail every week. But she humored him, one day hoping that he would slip up or get sick of her.
It hadn't happened yet.
Lassiter was still talking and she zoned back into the conversation long enough to hear him tell her to interrogate the crap out of him. She nodded silently, promising herself that this time, this week, he wouldn't be able to distract her from the important questions. He wouldn't be able to charm her this time around. She entered the room as her stomach flopped in place and she cursed it and cursed Smooth Criminal for looking so sinfully delicious as he reclined back in his seat, his boots on the table and his tee-shirt riding up to show the skin of his stomach. He grinned openly when he noticed her, the seat falling forward with a bang as he swung his feet down to the floor.
"My favorite Detective! How are you today Jules?" The sincerity in his voice almost made her melt but she held it together and he noticed from her stance that she was up for a fight tonight. He grinned cheekily. Juliet was having none of it and she strode forward, setting down his file onto the desk. "Jules? Why are you so grumps today?"
"I'm not grumps," she found herself saying before she could stop herself and she could have kicked her own ass for it. His smile got even wider. "Look, Mister Spencer, I would appreciate it if you called me Detective O'Hara. I'm a professional and just because I'm the only one you've decided you want to talk to every time you bring your sorry ass down here every week, doesn't mean we're on first name terms." She patted herself on the back for that little scolding that she'd just dished out to him and he raised an eyebrow in surprise, leaning forward and resting his handcuffed wrists on the metal table in front of him and she found her feeling of pride in herself turn into a more flustered feeling of being far too warm.
"Jules, there's no need to be so harsh," he smirked. "Your guard dog is out of earshot and the tape recorder hasn't even started yet. No harm in calling each other by our first names now is there? I'm certainly not going to tell anyone about it and I just love the way my name rolls right off your tongue," he purred almost seductively and Juliet knew she was going to give in the second he started to persuade her. She never stood a chance. "Jules?" he prompted again after a few seconds of her being silently contemplative and resting her hands under her chin.
"Shawn..." he grinned and she felt her lips quirk at the corner. "Shawn, what are you doing here again?"
"The same thing I'm doing here every week, oh gorgeous Detective of mine. I'm here to see you and ask you if you'd like to come out on a date with me tonight," he drummed his fingers on the table but smiled all the same. Juliet shook her head out of sheer exasperation at him.
"You ask me that every week and every week I tell you Shawn-"
"Oh come on Jules, please?" he interjected. "I promise you'll have fun with me. How much must I want this date with you if I keep letting those incompetent Officers catch me every week. It could be very embarrassing to my reputation if anyone found out," he turned the puppy eyes on her and she rolled her own with a small laugh of disbelief mixed with annoyance. He really was a persistent man and for someone who claimed to be so clever all the time, he certainly had no idea what the word 'no' meant. She gave a huff of aggravation and crossed her arms, ignoring his fingers as they ruffled his own already messy hair. "I'll beg if you want."
"Shawn," she stressed finally, causing him to shut up rather quickly. "Look, had I met you out there in the real world, I might have said yes. But we're not out there. We're in here and you've just been arrested and I'm interviewing you for the fifteenth time. It's hardly normal for a cop to date a criminal is it?" she tried to make him see some kind of sense, but as usual, Shawn Spencer had all the answers ready and waiting for her argument.
"Well technically, I've never been convicted or charged with any crime Jules. I just get myself arrested and then you guys turn me loose every week."
"You say that like it's the most normal thing in the world."
"I just want a chance to talk to you, Jules and since you won't accept my offer of a date, there isn't any other way I get to see you," he gave her a look that made her melt. He was actually being honest with her when he said that and she suddenly felt such regret that they hadn't met under different circumstances; because she had a feeling if they were dating he would be a wonderful boyfriend- bad boy criminal or not. He was also right about his record. He'd never been charged or convicted for any crime. He was just always hanging about suspiciously at the scene when they police arrived. It was like he knew the crime had happened, got there first, got himself arrested and came to see her.
Every.
Single.
Week.
"Come on Shawn. What were you doing at that house? According to Carlton you were just sitting outside with a big grin on your face and you almost begged to be taken in. I wish you would stop trying to convince Buzz to bring you here every week," she wrote a few things down as she talked. The usual that she knew off by heart by now. Name, home address, cell phone number, next of kin. She knew a lot about Shawn and thanks to his persistent and very relaxed attitude she found herself telling him about her boring life and being constantly surprised when he was always interested in what she said.
"If you let me take you out I wouldn't be here all the time," he retaliated and she gave him a look. He relented and slipped into what he usually told her every week. "I was just walking by when I was accosted by your officers," he said in a bored monotone. "Usual excuse Jules, you should know it by now." She rolled her eyes as he continued. "Now please, go out with me tonight."
"Shawn, seriously? Women must be falling over themselves for you because- not that I want to inflate your already over sized ego- you're a very attractive, single man. Surely you don't spend many nights alone and you can't expect me to believe that you turn down all those women who throw themselves at you day in and day out?" she asked skeptically, ignoring the sudden jealousy catching in her throat. He seemed very amused by her observation.
"Jules, just because women throw themselves at me, doesn't mean I have to accept their offers, now does it? I may be a bad boy, but I know how to treat a lady and I don't just give it away to any pretty girl who smiles my way. I have a little more respect for myself than that. Just ask my best buddy Gus, he'll tell you. Besides, for the last few months I've only had eyes for one girl anyway and I'm kind of hung up on her. Can't keep my mind off of her and I only get to see her once a week. She's amazing. Sexy, tough and sweet all at the same time. No other girl even compares to her. Maybe you know her Jules," he raised an eyebrow at the pink color her cheeks were now tinged with.
"Spencer..." she began, a warning tone in her voice and he made himself back off a little.
"Okay, okay... So," he continued, changing the conversation again. "How's Captain Cardboard? Still dating him?" he asked dryly, clearly unimpressed at her choice in dates but enjoying the nickname he'd thought of all the same.
She rolled her eyes, smiling at the same time lightheartedly. "For your information Shawn, Kyle never got past the second date. Not that it's any of your business of course," she added quickly, both enjoying and hating the smug smirk on his face when she told him that. It hadn't been Kyle's fault that she'd found him boring and that she couldn't keep her mind off of a certain naughty smirk and gorgeous eyes.
"Hmm, sounds like he didn't get very far either," he cocked his head to the side, enjoying her blush immensely. "Let me guess. He kissed you on the front porch, very boring- no tongue. You couldn't stand the thought of inviting him in for a little more and send him on his merry way, never calling him again. Sound about right?" She gaped at him. Jesus, what was he? Psychic? "And before you ask Jules, no, I'm not stalking you. I'm just very perceptive," he added, before she could add stalker to the list of reasons not to date him. "I wouldn't worry about it. Captain Cardboard would never have been able to satisfy you in bed anyway so I doubt you missed much." Now that quipped her interest...
"Oh and I suppose you'd know how to please me?" She scoffed before immediately regretting it.
His face said it all. She'd walked right into it and said just what he'd wanted her to and she cursed herself for not being more careful around him. There was another reason she'd nicknamed him Smooth Criminal and his ability to get her absolutely aroused with just his voice and some simple words was it. Shawn Spencer had a dirty mouth on him and one he only ever seemed to use on her.
He pulled his chair forward, leaning his face in close. "Oh Jules, I would make love to you until neither one of us could stand up. I would do anything you asked me to do. I would fuck you hard until you screamed or love you slow and deep until you couldn't stand it anymore and cried out my name as you climaxed," his voice was a purr of desire and lust and Juliet was nothing but a whimpering mess at his words. She tried her hardest to not listen and go back to writing, but the words blurred on the page and images of her hands roaming over Shawn's naked back replaced them instead. Lack of sex and the fact that she was deeply attracted to him didn't help her predicament at all.
"More?" She couldn't stop herself from nodding slowly, bottom lip almost chewed off at this point. He hummed in delight because she'd never let him take it this far before. "I'd want you completely naked on my bed, those gorgeous long legs spread wide for me and I'd kiss my way down your body- inch by inch- torturing you."
"Shawn..." she whined his name softly as the images bombarded her mind and he continued.
"Past your breasts, along your stomach and down to your delicious pussy," she shivered violently when he whispered that, her stomach clenching and her panties shamefully damp with arousal. He kept going, not quite done with her yet. "I'd lick you long and slow Jules, hitting your clit again and again while I push two fingers inside you. Your hips would be jerking and bucking as I pump in and out, bringing you to orgasm. I know you'd taste amazing Juliet..." he muttered and the room was deathly quiet save for her quick breathing.
"Afterwards, I'd crawl along your body and push inside of you, bit by bit until we're both breathless. I'd hitch your legs around my waist and keep them there for as long as you'd let me while I made love to you. I think the first time we're together I'd want to take you slowly and draw it out, keep us both on the edge until we can't take it anymore and one of us cracks. I'd kiss you as you came and I'd follow, moaning your name as we fall into the sheets. Then I'd hold you close until we fell asleep, stroking your hair and appreciating you for the amazing woman you are. When you wake up the next morning, I'd make sure you woke up to kisses on your neck and my hand massaging you slowly, getting you wet again and just touching you until you quiver and cum. I'd gladly make sure you woke up like that every morning..." he said softly, his face inches from hers and sincerity shining in his eyes.
"In the shower, I'd wash your hair for you and then your body and I'd love it because we'd be close and our hands would be everywhere on each other..."
"You'd get bored of me eventually. All men do," she finally shook her head, trying desperately to break out of the trance she was in, images of them hot and sweaty in her bed bombarding her and making her head spin. He seemed genuinely offended when she told him that and they both frowned when she made eye contact with him.
"Jules, I resent that! Look at me Juliet, look at where I'm sitting right now." She looked up at him, bound in handcuffs and sitting in the Interrogation Room for what felt like the millionth time. "I've been hooking up my fathers old Police Radio every week, running to recently burgled houses in the City before the cops get there. I've been tackled three times by men I could easily outrun and outsmart and I have cuts and burns all over my wrists from God knows how many pairs of handcuffs. You think I would go through all of that trouble every week just to sleep with you once and then throw you away? God Jules, you have no idea how infatuated I am with you. I'm risking a criminal record for you because I need to see you. I need you like a drowning man needs air. You light up my world woman!" he ranted, clearly saying more than he'd intended to, but not regretting it one bit.
Juliet was stunned. She was more than stunned. Speechless and amazed covered it better. No man had ever said anything like that to her. Secretly shy little Juliet, who no-one ever noticed. Little Juliet who no-one remembered or thought of first. Always the second choice for the guy at the bar who wanted her friend but got stuck with her when he found out her friend was taken. She was the girl who was cheated on and tossed aside and broken. "Do- Do you really mean that?" she asked softly, her eyes on his. With his still handcuffed wrists, he reached his hands out and cupped her face.
"Every word Jules. I can't stop thinking about you, or talking about you. I think I've driven Gus mad because all I ever want to do is tell him things about you. I know it seems crazy because this is the most unorthodox situation I've ever been in. I mean come on, I'm asking out the woman who interviews me when I get myself arrested every week-"
She laughed at that and he was thrilled that she seemed to be warming up to him. "But hey, crazier things have happened in the world right? So what do you say Juliet, will you let me take you on a date tonight?"
His face was so warm and sincere that she couldn't help herself. It was indeed a very odd situation, but like he'd said. Stranger things had happened. So what would the harm be if she said yes? She would get a date with a very handsome- albeit very stubborn- man and he would finally stop having to get his stupid ass arrested every week just so he could ask her out. It was a win-win situation. Who knew what could happen? He could turn out to be an amazing guy and the way he was looking at her was just so- loving. She found herself speaking before she could over think it any more.
"Okay..."
"I mean, I wouldn't expect anything in return- I'm sorry what?" he blinked slowly, releasing her face and plonking back down into his seat with his eyes as wide as saucers. He looked like she'd just told him to come to her house wearing a clown costume. She giggled loudly, before composing herself and pursing her lips to stop anymore laughter escaping.
"I said, okay. I'll go on a date with you Shawn. If it'll shut you up," she added, playing with her pen to distract herself from the ear-splitting grin that was now on his face. "Tomorrow night would be good, if you're free."
"Jules, you won't regret this I promise!" he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her forehead, before sitting back down and leaving her face bright red. "I have just the right place to take you as well. I wonder if Mitch will let me reserve the whole top deck," he trailed off, muttering and mumbling his plans for the next night under his breath. She looked suitably alarmed when he mentioned a whole top deck just for them. She didn't want him to go wild and spend an awful amount of money on her just to try and impress her. He'd already impressed her and it wasn't by flashing money around. She reached out and placed her hand over his, squeezing lightly.
"Shawn, you don't have to go out of your way for me," she laughed, already feeling somewhat lighter and very excited for the following night. She couldn't believe that she'd finally given in and accepted his offer. She had no idea what to expect tomorrow night but from his mutterings she guessed that he was going to try and impress her. "Please don't feel like you have to spend a lot of money because I wouldn't want you to go overboard." Shawn's eyebrow quirked and she shrugged in explanation.
"A woman like you deserves the best Jules, so no arguing. You just meet me on the boardwalk tomorrow night at six. I'll be somewhere around The Brevick Hotel, so you can't miss me. I plan to give you a night you'll never forget. If you want to take it further, then I certainly won't object and if you want to just kiss me on the cheek at the end of the night, I won't ask any more of you than that..." Her body hummed traitorously when she imagined what inviting him into her apartment to take things further actually meant. He'd painted quite a picture with his words earlier and it was hard to shake it out of her mind. It wasn't like she'd never fantasized about him before, when she was alone in the shower and needed an image to push her over the edge- these past few months it always seemed to be Shawn's face that came to mind and it never failed to make her back arch and her center throb with her climax.
"Seems fair," she nodded, forcing herself to remain calm. "Come on then, let's get you out of those handcuffs Spencer," she leaned forward and fished the key that Lassiter had given her from her pocket, fitting it into each lock and turning until the snap indicated that the cuffs were now loose. She freed him quickly and stood up with him. He rubbed his tender wrists, almost pouting at the red rings that marred his skin.
"Ouch."
She shook her head at him, affection in her gaze. He glanced around before nodding to himself in some secret way before turning back to her. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer, instead dipping forwards and pressing his lips lightly against hers in a sweet kiss. He ended it as quickly as he'd started it, smiling at her surprised expression. She felt her lips quirk in a mirrored grin that a new feeling could bring. The feeling of his lips brushing over hers, no matter how chaste, caused warmth to spread in her belly. It was her turn to surprise him now, as she reached out and gripped his shirt to pull him down again.
This kiss was longer but just as innocently exploratory. She adored the taste of his full bottom lip, sucking on it gently. He returned the gesture willingly, cupping her face in his now free hands. His fingers stroked her cheeks as they parted and their foreheads rested together while they drew back lost breath. "What are you doing to me Spencer?" she asked softly, his breath hot on her lips. He was a little taller than her but not so much that she had to crane her neck to see him. He was perfect and it had been such a long time since she'd been kissed so sweetly without the other party wanting more. This bad boy, with such a disdain for authority and rules. This rebel who in their weekly chats had told her of his teenage years and his hatred of the world. Shawn, with tattoos peeking out from under his shirt and the shiny stud in his eyebrow. This was the man who was kissing her with such affection and warmth that it was making her knees buckle.
Appearances were very deceiving she decided.
"Until tomorrow night Jules," he kissed her forehead gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Tomorrow night," she promised, suddenly feeling decidedly naughty at the thought of seeing him again and risking getting trouble with the Chief and her partner. Carlton would pitch a fit if he ever found out. But his pull was so powerful that she didn't care at all. This was exciting and new and forbidden on so many levels in her world. Oh yes, she would see him tomorrow night and damn him for making her so weak, so easily. She'd managed for so long to keep herself guarded and above silly emotions and his persistent, sweet words had finally caught her.
With one last kiss, she grabbed his upper arm and turned them both towards the door. They grinned at each other as she led him outside the room, their eyes only leaving each other when Lassiter took over with a heavy sigh and led Shawn to his freedom once more. The only difference this time, was the beaming smile on his face as he left.
It took her hours to get ready the next day and most of the time was spent trying to decide between two outfits. She'd showered, done her hair and narrowed down her wardrobe to fancy and practical. She eventually went with the jeans and sweater combination because she had a feeling that a dress might not do her any good if Shawn decided to take her somewhere like the Carnival, which she suspected he probably visited every day while it was in town. While she tidied up after herself, she cast a critical eye over her bedroom.
What if she did invite him back up here tonight?
She had a niggling feeling that she would because it had been weeks of resisting him and now that she was finally giving in, she figured that it also included letting him do all of those delicious things he'd described during their interview yesterday. The thought of his head between her legs sent delightful shivers along her spine and the thought of it being so off limits made it even hotter in her opinion. A quick change of her sheets to something a little more seductive and she was almost done. With one afterthought, she headed to the very back of her wardrobe and fished out a dark blue baby-doll that still had the price tag attached.
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth before taking it into her adjoining bathroom and laying it over the laundry hamper for later. She'd officially said 'screw it' in her head. She was bringing Shawn back here tonight and she intended to rock his world, sexy blue lingerie included. There was no point in being shy around him because Shawn wasn't by any standards shy around her. Glancing at the clock on her wall, she breathed easily. It was only twenty past five and it wouldn't take her ten minutes to get to their meeting place. She was nervous and thrillingly excited all at the same time. She left the bedroom door open and wandered out into the living room to try and pass a few more minutes before she left.
By the time the clock ticked around to quarter to six, she was restless; foot tapping and fingers drumming on her kitchen table. She breathed a sigh of relief and locked her front door soundly behind her, setting off in the direction of the Brevick Hotel.
Sure enough, it only took her ten minutes and she arrived with five to spare and to sit on a bench in the warm night air. The day had been sunny and hot, but as the sun fell lower in the sky and the waves crashed on the sand it brought a comfortable coolness to the air. She sighed contentedly, reclining back and closing her eyes against the glare from the water. That was how he found her a few minutes later, sitting easily on the seat next to her. She looked over to him with a smile and he returned it. "Evening, Jules."
"Hello Shawn..." she nodded in greeting. He didn't need any encouragement to take her hand and pull her up from her seat and he didn't let go once as he led her along the boardwalk. The breeze from the ocean soothed their hot skin as they walked and talked. Juliet had no idea where he was taking her, but she imagined it would be somewhere along the sea front. The low sun cast a golden light over his face and he had never looked younger to her, so boyish and carefree as he laced his fingers with hers. "You didn't think I'd come, did you?" she observed, scrutinizing his expression closely. He shook his head.
"I was wondering if you'd said it just to get rid of me," he chuckled softly, squeezing her fingers. She squeezed back. "But here you are anyway and I get to spend a few hours convincing you that I can make you happy," he leaned into her side and kissed her cheek and then her neck, before pulling away and turning them onto the steps to get down to the beach.
It wasn't busy, a few couples here and there much like themselves, holding hands and walking to nowhere in particular- although Shawn did seem to have a destination for them in mind. They walked for a while more, a slow, easy pace that spared them time to talk and share the usual first date information. Shawn listened to every word that she said intently and when she bent down to take her shoes off and move into the surf of the water, he joined her, carrying her heels for her with his own shoes. She had to admit, he looked very dapper tonight. He was wearing a suit- well, most of one anyway. He had the black slacks, the shirt- a shade of blue that echoed that little lacy number waiting for her back in her apartment- and a black waistcoat that really fit him well. His shirt collar was open and another tattoo peeked out on his chest.
"How many tattoos do you have exactly?" she asked him suddenly, their hands swinging in between them as they walked, the water soaking their feet every few steps. Shawn frowned, genuinely looking as though he had no idea.
"Huh, you know I've never counted them?" he admitted. "I have a few on my arms, which you've seen. I have one on my back and another on my shoulder," he pointed to it, drawing his shirt back a little so she could see it properly. She bit her lip and he grinned. "I have a few piercings. My eyebrow for one and I can put a tongue stud in if I feel like it." All of the blood in her body seemed to rush to her head and her heart, making it pound roughly in her chest when she realized just what him having a tongue stud could mean. She cast a side glance at him, seeing him grin with amusement at her blushes.
"Do you- I mean, you wouldn't happen to have one with you would you?" she asked, not looking him in the eye. He didn't take his eyes from her face as he fished into his pocket and pulled out a little thin metal bar with a metal ball on one end, holding it out to her.
"Now why, dear Jules, would you be so interested in whether or not I had a tongue stud with me?" he asked, pulling her closer and stopping them from walking momentarily. When she didn't answer, he stuck his tongue out and she watched in fascination as he put the little bar through the piercing and clipped it into place, before pulling it back into his mouth and pulling her flush against him. "Should I take a wild guess?" he said as her breathing quickened. His mouth was on hers in an instant and it was very different to the sweet kisses they'd shared the day before. This was hot and heavy, her mouth opening almost immediately and his tongue snaking in, to play with hers. Cool metal and hot lips were a potent combination as the little ball caressed her with every motion and movement. Juliet whimpered into his mouth pleasurably, her hands finding the tops of his arms as his own slid to her waist. He tasted delicious, the metallic tang from the metal bar combining with pineapple and chocolate to leave her wanting more.
They parted to breathe heavily for a moment, Juliet playing with the buttons on his shirt and peppering little kisses over his jaw and chin. Shawn hummed in appreciation. "You know, I hear that tongue studs are good for something else too. I think we'll just have to experiment later to find out what it is..." she promised and he quirked an eyebrow in surprise.
"Really? Because we don't have to rush things Jules-" she cut him off with another deep, passionate kiss that left them gasping for breath. "Or whatever's good for you then," he relented, wondering if she knew just what she was doing to him right now.
"We'll put that tongue stud to good use then shall we? Who knows? I might even count all of your tattoos for you," she smiled, suddenly feeling very bold in light of the moment. Shawn's chest rumbled happily under where she'd placed her hands and she laughed, letting him take one again and tangle their fingers together.
"Is that a promise?"
"Just wait and see," she teased, wondering suddenly where all of this boldness had come from with her. But she mentally shrugged it off. She was having too much fun with him to wonder why she was being this way. Shawn just brought her out of her shell, that's all. She felt safe and brave around him, like she could take on an army and win. He gave her courage that she had no clue was hiding deep down inside of her and she loved it. He was fantastic. To prove her point to herself and to him, she reached up on tip-toes again for another warm kiss. "How would you feel about my place and a pizza?" she asked quietly against his lips, pecking sweet kisses against each other as he considered it. He didn't deliberate for long though, when he felt her hand brush against his stomach and his mind was well and truly made up.
"What are we waiting for?" he jumped to the task at hand, dragging her behind him as she laughed. They almost ran the stretch back to the Brevick Hotel, putting their shoes on. From there, Shawn let her take the lead seeing as he had no idea where her apartment block was. The streets were just as quiet as the beach by now and the sun was hovering lowly on the horizon, just peeking over and streaking the skyline with reds and pinks and oranges that caught the ripples of the ocean and made it sparkle beautifully. She tugged him along, their laughter breathless and childish. Anticipation balled in Juliet's stomach at the thought of slipping into the bathroom midway through their evening and coming out a few minutes later in a blue baby-doll.
He made her feel sexy- deliciously so.
They reached her apartment in record time, Shawn's hands on her waist and his lips on her neck as she fumbled with her key and the lock. He sucked softly, groaning in delight and pleasure when she curved her ass back into his crotch. "You-" he mumbled, fingers digging gently into her hips as he pulled her back against him. "Are a bad girl, Juliet O'Hara." The key missed the lock for the third time as she let out a shameless and teasing moan. "You know, I would take you right here, right now Jules. In this hallway where anyone could see us, I would fuck you against your door and I wouldn't regret a second of it," he rumbled. Her breath left her lungs as another moan, louder this time. "Ooh, Jules. You really love dirty talk don't you?" he nipped at her neck with his teeth, hands slipping around to her stomach. "I bet you're wet for me already." He assumed correctly and she nodded her head quickly.
A loud shriek of outrage from their left brought them back to reality and Juliet's flushed, mortified face turned to see her fussy neighbor Mrs Lamb looking aghast, standing in the hallway with a bag of shopping in her left hand.
She felt Shawn laugh against her.
This wouldn't bode well for her at all. She and Mrs Lamb were always at odds with each other. The older, well-bred woman was always complaining about imaginary noises from Juliet's apartment. She'd even gone as far as to complain to the housing commission about her younger neighbor. Juliet knew that she hadn't made a single noise to bother the uppity old hag at all and she knew that most of the time she would go out of her way to stay quiet. The look on her face right now though was priceless.
The old woman looked horrified to find the couple practically dry humping against the front door. Shawn, however held no qualms and gave no second thought as he spoke. "What's wrong lady? Never seen a horny couple copping a feel against a door before?" She produced an inhuman, spluttering noise of indigence as she went for her door with her key. Shawn wasn't finished though, having heard about Lamb before during his weekly chat with Juliet. "Don't worry if you hear any screaming! That'll be us. I'd recommend ear plugs if you plan on sleeping tonight!" he called as the door beside them slammed shut.
The second the door closed, the pair dissolved into giggles. Shawn's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her neck. "I'm bad?" she laughed. "If I'm bad then you're pure evil, Shawn Spencer," she jammed her key into the lock at last and they almost tumbled inside.
"She was asking for it, gawking at us like that. It's not my fault you're so goddamn irresistible," he was back to lavishing attention on her throat, tongue lapping and soothing wherever he decided to bite down lightly.
Juliet was boiling and much to her own embarrassment, she felt like she was on bloody heat as his hands caressed her body. She twisted around so she was face to face with him, kissing him hotly and backing him against the wall of her living room. He slammed into it with a grunt of pain before she was kissing him feverishly again and distracting him. The room was filled with their panting, ragged breathing as they stumbled from wall to wall and from one piece of furniture to another, moaning and kissing and exploring each others bodies. Shawn hitched her leg up to rest on his hip, forcing the bulge in his pants against her throbbing center and thrusting roughly.
They both cried out, names and swear words ripping from their lips simultaneously.
Shawn's hands were everywhere. On her stomach, her hips, her ass, cupping her breasts and flicking his thumbs against her nipples through her shirt. It took every ounce of her will power and strength to remind herself that there was a sexy piece of lingerie going to waste in her bathroom. "Shawn..." she mumbled into his neck, her eyes shut as he slowly rubbed her through her jeans. "Shawn, hold on..." he paused, hand still cupping her and he pulled back to look at her face, his eyes glazed just like hers. "I had a surprise for you, if we'd happened to end up here tonight. Which we did. So, if you can keep yourself in your pants for just a little longer, I think you'll like it," she cupped his face, kissing him sweetly but soundly. He nodded, catching his breath and releasing her leg from his hip. He stepped back, running his hands through his hair.
Juliet glanced down, eyeing the front of his pants, which were very tight by now. He looked so aroused and like he was having a difficult time containing himself that she grabbed his arm and tugged him into her bedroom to wait for her. Pulling him towards her with his shirt, fingers curled into it and her lips against his. "Feel free to strip while I'm gone," she winked, grinding her thigh upwards and making him jerk and groan when she rubbed the hard length of his cock through his jeans.
"You're not as innocent as you make out," he observed, watching as she sashayed into the bathroom. She threw him a teasing smile over her shoulder before shutting the door. She stripped herself of her clothes in record time, shimmying into the baby-doll and fixing her hair in the mirror before he'd even managed to strip himself of his waistcoat, belt and shirt. He was just kicking his shoes and socks off when the door opened again, revealing her to his very hungry eyes. He let out a strangled moan and without removing his pants, sat heavily down on the bed. His jaw was slack as he took in her pale skin, contrasting gorgeously with the dark blue of the lacy little number she'd slipped into. His cock twitched and strained through his pants and he growled at the heat and arousal pooling in his stomach.
"You like?" she asked, twirling and smirking when he gawped wordlessly. It took him a moment to regain the power of speech.
"Like? Jules, I'm so hard right now that I'm about to rip these pants without my hands..." She laughed. Shawn certainly had a way with words and he grinned back at her, ruffling his own hair with both of his hands. "Although, as beautiful as you look right now, I think it would look nicer on the floor and you would look even better sitting in my lap." He raised an eyebrow and she couldn't argue. She pushed away from the door frame, climbing into his lap with her hands resting on his shoulders. He looked up at her, pure sex and fire exuding from his whole body. Her hands explored his chest for the first time, running along his stomach and the broad plane of his back. She teased his nipples, enjoying the way he'd jerked in her grasp when she did. When she did it again, he groaned pathetically into her neck and she smirked.
His hands weren't idle however, bunching up the lacy material on her thighs and helping her hips rock against his. "Jules, let me go down on you," he mumbled into her hot skin. "I really want to taste you." She nodded, her breasts pressed against him and rubbing gently against his chest through the lace. His quick fingers slipped the straps down from her shoulders and he peppered each part of her exposed skin with kisses. Juliet sighed contentedly, enjoying the lavished attention she was getting. He stood up and took her with him, before turning and setting her gently back onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and rubbing his big hands over her skin. She gripped the bottom of the blue fabric and pulled it over her head. Her hair fell around her shoulders, curled and soft. He zeroed in on her breasts the second they were revealed.
He kissed and licked at her stomach, nuzzling and hooking his thumbs around the sides of her little black thong. He pulled a pink, hard nipple into his mouth and sucked hard- earning a gasp and moan of desire from her. "Shawn," she urged him on, still sucking and nipping. He pulled his hand up to the neglected breast and rolled a nipple between his fingers.
When he released her he continued to kiss and lap at her hot skin, urging her to lift her hips so he could remove that pesky thong. He tossed it over his shoulder when he pulled it off. Looking up at her, she smiled down at him. He grabbed his forgotten jacket and slipped a hand into the pocket to find his tongue stud. She raised an eyebrow as he clipped it in place. "Tell me Jules, how do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to leave you begging, on the edge for what seems like forever wishing you could cum? Or do you want me to work your clit until you're bucking and screaming and keeping that miserable old woman next door up all night?" he purred seductively.
She whimpered, tugging at his hair gently and tangling her fingers in it.
"You had me at bucking and screaming, Mister Spencer," she tugged him closer. He grinned in a wolfish manner and without another word, spread her legs wide with his hands and dipped to lick a line over her clit, pressing his tongue stud against it and drawing a sharp gasp from Juliet.
It was a brand new, instantly breath stealing sensation. His hot, strong tongue combined with the sharp chilly smoothness of the metal ball. "Oh fucking wow!" she fell backwards into the sheets and when he laughed against her he sent pleasant vibrations throughout her body. He licked and hummed and sucked on her clit until she was quivering and shaking, her legs draped over his shoulders. He gave a grunt of pleasure himself when another rush of arousal met his tongue.
"You taste amazing baby," he soothed, one of his arms hooking under her thigh and his fingers spreading over her stomach. The other hand came up to stroke the wet folds of her pussy, spreading her and slipping two fingers inside snugly. She bucked and gave out a guttural moan, resisting the urge to grab the back of his head and pull him in even closer to her. He went in further anyway, sucking hard on the little bundle of nerves that sent waves of pleasure through her body. With a swift movement, he switched his hand and his tongue. Now it was his fingers circling and rubbing her clit with an elegant dexterity and his tongue- with that incredible little stud still on it- pushing inside her as deep as he could go. Juliet's back arched away from the cool sheets as she keened, crying out his name.
"Shawn! Oh fuck, Shawn," she whimpered and swore as she came under the assault, her whole body shaking and quivering under him. He continued to stroke with his thumb gently through her orgasm, keeping her rolling through the waves and only settling when he stopped. He got to his feet easily, using his thumb to wipe away her arousal from his lips and suck on it with a grin. He raised an eyebrow at the sight before him, his cock practically begging to be inside of her. Legs still spread for him, her center shiny with arousal and a light sheen of sweat on her body, Juliet lay panting in the aftermath of an earth shattering orgasm.
He unzipped his pants and let them and his boxers pool around his ankles before kicking them away. Juliet raised herself up onto her elbows, biting her lip and quirking an eyebrow at him when his cock sprang to attention. He gave a happy groan at the feeling of freedom from his pants. They'd been almost blood restricting at one point and as Juliet sat up, he took himself in hand and stroked one long path from the base to the tip. Juliet grinned, shifting to the edge of the bed again and batting his hand away. Shawn glanced down as she nuzzled his cock softly, pressing a kiss to the head. He groaned a happy sound, his head falling back and his hands going to her hair.
One fisted in the blonde locks as she took him into her mouth and he hissed when her tongue lapped at his sensitive, swollen shaft. "Tell me, Shawn," she drawled playfully and he glanced down, just adoring how she looked with his cock centimeters from her rosy lips and her hand wrapped around the base. She stroked him once and he grit his teeth with huff of air.
"Just how should I suck your cock today? Hard? Fast? Slow?" she teased, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the head and scooping up his precum with her tongue. Shawn shook his head at her with a smirk.
"You do like dirty talk. I knew you weren't a good girl Juliet. Shame on you for trying to convince me otherwise... But to answer your question, take it nice and slowly Jules," he purred, stroking her hair and leaning his head back again to enjoy her soothing ministrations along his shaft. She stroked and caressed him, running her finger over him and tracing each little vein that she could see on him. Little noises of pleasure slipped from her throat as his breathing picked up pace and he moaned her name loudly, his hips bucking. She kissed along his length, lifting his cock to press against his stomach as her mouth descended further to his balls. His eyes went wide and pleasure exploded in his thighs and groin. He had to pull away, breathing deeply to calm himself down and clenching his hands into fists.
"Something wrong?" she asked innocently and he shook his head at her. She shimmied back onto the bed and fell against the pillows, her legs crossed daintily and her hands resting on her stomach gently. "Then what are you waiting for?"
He dived for her, grabbing her around the middle as she laughed and struggled against him. His fingers dug into her sides, finding all of the little ticklish spots that made her shriek and and plead for mercy from him. They giggled childishly on the bed, Shawn pinning her down with her arms above her head as he tortured her. It only took her a few seconds to turn the tables on him and she found out just how ticklish his neck was. With a little bit of training recall, she had him underneath her in seconds with his arms and torso pinned between her thighs. She got her own back gladly until he relented and cradled her head to turn her into the sheets again.
She hiked her legs high on his waist, locking her ankles together on his back and her hands linking behind his neck. Shawn settled comfortably on top of her, gripping himself in one hand and rubbing against her teasingly. He coated himself in her arousal, the head of his cock catching her clit and causing a whimper to escape. "Please Shawn, no more teasing. I want you inside me," she begged softly and he couldn't deny her when she asked him like that. He pushed in ever so slightly, easing in slowly just past the head. She raised her hips and urged him onward and he obliged quickly, carrying on until he was all the way inside. He stopped moving again, his head dropping against her shoulder with a groan of ecstasy. "Everything okay?" she asked breathlessly, teasing in her voice and his body shook with a laugh. Her nails trailed along his back softly, not digging in as her hands explored him. She went as far as she could before coming back up to cup his cheeks.
They kissed slowly and rhythmically as Shawn started to move at an easy, light pace. He was only pulling out halfway before driving himself back into her and it was a wonderfully languid rocking motion that they fell into. Neither one cared about being quiet in the least, loud- very indecent- moaning echoing off of the walls and probably able to be heard three floors down if the assholes were lucky. Shawn was pushing all of her buttons and everything she'd ever imagined about having sex with him was being erased bit by bit.
Because Shawn wasn't having sex with her at all. Shawn was making love to her. Slow, unhurried, passionate love and his eyes never left hers.
"Hmm, I told you that the first time we were together, I was going to make love to you didn't I?" he mumbled against the shell of her ear as he lapped at it. It was like he'd read her mind. She nodded against his shoulder, finding much more coherent thoughts impossible when he was buried inside her and the base of his cock was hitting her sensitive clit with every little movement. "I'm going to do both to you tonight Juliet," he continued, his breath hot on her and his hips rolling against hers in a simultaneous movement.
"Both?" she managed to get out between panting, ragged breathing.
"Love you and fuck you. All night if you let me. I'll have you in every different position you can imagine," he promised, nibbling on her bottom lip and the thought of what they were going to be getting up to tonight triggered another rush of arousal over his cock. He groaned happily. "I'll bend you over the bed and fuck you as hard as I can or you can ride me, slow and sweaty while we savor every little movement... Or I could quite happily eat you out for the rest of the night because if you let me, I'd stay down there for the rest of my life," he added with a chuckle and she joined him. They both regretted laughing so hard because vibrations rumbled through them and their moans only got louder as a result. "You deserve it all Jules. You deserve to be made love to because you're the most amazing woman I've ever met," he was back to being a romantic fool and her heart stuttered over a beat when he said that. She pulled him down softly for a kiss.
"You're pretty damn phenomenal yourself, Smooth Criminal," she nipped at his bottom lip and he raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "What? I thought it suited you," she gave no more explanation, just squeezing her inner muscles around his shaft and drawing out shamelessly erotic moans from both of them as he loved her. They rocked together deeply until Juliet felt the ball of pleasure in the pit of her stomach explode. She arched from the bed and screamed out his name as she came, her orgasm trembling along her nervous system and shaking her very core as she bucked and writhed and trembled her way through it.
Shawn kept thrusting at a quicker pace to draw it out for her and as a result, the heat and tight clamp of muscles on him brought his own orgasm. One more deep thrust and he came inside her, hot cum filling her as he bit down on her shoulder to stop from yelling out himself. Juliet shivered in delight at the feeling of him cumming inside her and she contracted her muscles over him several times more until they were both completely spent and out of energy. They collapsed fluidly back into the bed, groaning and panting and stroking each other affectionately. Shawn stroked her cheek warmly, kissing her while Juliet wrapped her arms around his waist to stop him from pulling out of her. "Stay in me," she muttered and he nodded, the both of them sweaty and exhausted.
It was ten minutes before either one of them moved again, Shawn gently pulling himself out of Juliet and rolling onto his back beside her. Juliet followed him though, straddling his waist as he looked up at her in amusement. "Hey little Troublemaker," he breathed, hands on her waist.
"Hey Smooth Criminal," she replied with a smile. "What do you say we order some pizza and then you can get back to that promise to love me and fuck me all night long?" she asked, smoothing her hands over his chest in a massage like motion. He nodded, a grin on his face. "Let's see just how loud you can make me scream tonight, Shawn. Oh and you have six tattoos," she kissed him again, her tongue massaging his and that little stud that had brought her so much pleasure. Maybe she'd get one. Blowjobs would make him explode she mused.
"That sounds like a challenge, Miss O'Hara."
"Oh, it is."
"I gladly accept."
A/N: I vanished for a while, but I'm back to give you this random Semi-AU thing that I thought up. I always thought it would be fun to have Shawn flirting and coming onto Jules if he were a criminal on the other side of the table and it would be so damn wrong that it only made things hotter. So yes, here it is! Oh, and I don't usually like doing it, but I stole that 'Hey little Troublemaker,' line from 'Django' (A movie I urge you all to see) because when he said it, I immediately thought that it would be such a hot thing for Shawn to say to Jules in something.
Random life updates. My bosses daughter passed away suddenly and I've been working a shit tonne lately to try and ease any pressure off of him so he can spend time with his family. It was very sad and since I've known the family my whole life, I want to try and do something to make things easier for them. So while I'm exhausted, it's for a good reason at least.
Nothing else really exciting has happened since last time, so nothing new anywhere else. Oh, except for one little thing... Psych starts in a MONTH! How excited are you guys? Since I'm a spoiler whore, I already know how Shules plays out and I have to tell you all this- there are going to be some scenes that you're all going to love. I'm talking really romantic scenes that you'll all be talking about forever!
Bye for now, beautiful readers!
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