Most Horrible Kisser
Lassiter/Shawn
PG
253 Words
Notes: Written for comment_fic on livejournal for daria234's prompt Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, first kiss
"You are the MOST horrible kisser I've ever had to kiss," Shawn said, a little breathless, eyes still staring intently at Lassiter's lips.
His great mood was dissipating quickly. It was all that beer, he was sure of it. He didn't say anything though, just went back to staring at his drink.
"You're also a sad drunk."
He shrugged, it was the truth after all. He was horrible at relationships, horrible at drowning himself in alcohol.
"Oh come on! You seriously cannot think I meant it!"
He was having a little trouble following Shawn (no big news there), so he turned back to his companion sitting next to him on the bar stool.
"What?"
"I said I didn't exactly mean...that...you're a bad, you know." Shawn fidgeted uncomfortably.
"What did you mean then?" His head was swirling with something like nausea, and he was starting to feel hopeful inside, no matter how hard he tried to squash the feeling down to bitter disappointment.
"What I meant is that maybe, hopefully, sometime in the near future, we could do it some more."
It came out sounding like a question, Shawn's eyes hopeful, and seemingly deep in the low light.
It was ridiculous that Shawn thought he'd say no to him- well, maybe he could understand where Shawn was coming from after all the threats of shooting and arresting him. But this was different than from when Shawn was trying to waltz into the station and steal his cases.
This was something he had wanted too.