Title: A Story for the Ages
Chapter Two: Love
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych
Author's Note: This one is a bit shorter than the first. Enjoy!
She was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She had woken up very early in the morning; the sun had not been up yet. That must have been about three hours ago, and yet she had not moved an inch. She prided herself in her ability of being able to remain completely still for hours at a time. It certainly had come in very handy during several stakeouts and undercover missions. It was a Saturday, she had the day off, and she saw no particular reason for getting up.
All her household chores were done, her kitchen was full; all reasons in favor of staying in bed, completely idle for the rest of the day. But the main reason, the most unconditional, most important, and certainly the most tempting reason for staying right where she was, was lying next to her with his arm draped over her waist.
He was breathing heavily, deep in sleep. The sheets were covering the lower half of his naked body, riding casually low on his hips. She reached out with her hand and traced the trail of freckles that covered his shoulders, ever so softly as to not wake him up. She finally rested her eyes on his face. He looked so innocent, so unlike the hyperactive fireball she knew him to be when awake.
Shawn…
If someone had told her a few months ago, even a few weeks ago, that she would be lying in bed with him, completely overwhelmed by feelings she dared not to understand yet she would have… choked up and blushed intensely because that person would have revealed her inner most desire from the moment she met the psychic-detective. And now that it had finally come true she did not want it to end. Therefore she had no intention of getting up today…no intention of getting away from the man she…loved…
There, she had finally admitted it to herself. No more tiptoeing around her own feelings, inside her head anymore. It was wide in the open now; well, at least for herself anyway. No need to go spilling the beans to him yet, she might scare him away and that did not bode well for her. No…for now she was comfortable stroking his shoulder and looking at his face… resisting the urge of kissing him gently.
He let out a loud sigh and scrunched up his nose, but kept on sleeping. She held back a chuckle and moved the hand on his shoulder to his face, tracing his eyes, his nose, and his mouth; barely touching skin. She wondered if he could ever feel the same way about her.
Very slowly he started opening his eyes. And as he looked at her and mumbled a sleepy, "Hey Jules", with a soft smile, she got her answer.