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p.s. sorry for the wait and the short chapter...

The room was warm, the heat held by the soft cocoon of blankets Juliet was wrapped in. Her eyes fluttered open and she lay still, appreciating the stripes of dazzling morning sunlight dancing over the sleeping figure of Shawn Spencer. Lips turning up in a soft smile, she admired him.

In his sleep, the panes of his face were calm and serious, his body sprawled haphazardly against the sheets. He had grown so much over the past few months, matured beyond anything she had ever expected.

He loved her.

The idea of being loved by another person the way he loved her was still foreign, ethereal.

She snaked a hand out towards his slumbering form, treasuring the momentary stillness. Her fingers trailed lightly over his bicep.

As soon as she touched him, the muscle tensed as Shawn sprung up and around. His body flipped over so he was straddling her, pinning her down in a military style arm lock. One hand emerged from underneath the pillow holding a nine millimeter semi-automatic.

"Who do you work f-" His eyes caught sight of her, clearing from their sleepy daze.

Juliet screamed as the barrel crashed into her forehead. Just as soon as it appeared, however, it vanished, leaving a shocked and contrite Shawn its wake.

He clambered off of her, lunging away with a scared look in his eyes.

"Oh god, Juliet. I'm so sorry. It was habit. I didn't mean to..." He cut himself off suddenly, dropping the gun and charging out of the apartment, leaving Juliet frozen on the bed, the morning's peace permanently shattered.

Juliet was terrified. She wasn't sure what the hell had just happened- and where the hell did Shawn get reflexes like that?

As soon as her fear began to fade, her mind became exceedingly clear.

About three things she was absolutely positive:

First, Shawn was trained.

Second, there was part of him and she didn't know how potent that part might be that was capable of shedding blood.

And third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. After all, whipping out a gun like that...

That, was hot.

Now, she just had to drag that gun-toting maniac back to bed. Maybe he'd show her some moves...