A/N: Spoilers for season 5.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing related to Psych.

Shawn and Juliet had been dating for a few months now, still keeping their relationship a secret. Gus was the only one that officially knew they were together, though Shawn suspected that his dad knew. Every once in a while, he'd catch him looking at him a certain way with a look in his eye that was familiar and unsettling at the same time. It'd been so long since he'd seen it, though, that he couldn't quite pinpoint what it meant.

It was getting close to dusk that Friday night. Shawn and Gus were in the office shooting the breeze, waiting for Juliet to get off work and bring by the pizzas. Ham and pineapple, of course. Ever since Gus found out about them, though, things had been semi-awkward. It was incredibly subtle but it was still there, and Shawn planned on fixing it tonight.

As soon as Shawn heard the door open he nearly jumped out of his chair and dashed to the "lobby", placing a delicate kiss on Juliet's cheek before grabbing the pizzas from her.

"You're just in time for game night," he told her, his left eyebrow arching like a ridiculous James Bond impersonation.

"Game night, huh?"

"Oh yeah, and we're gonna start off with I Love."

"What's I Love?"

"Seriously, Jules? How could you not know about I Love? You alternate back and forth, saying something that you love!"

"Shawn, you only know about that because of some Seduction 101 guide you read online."

"Gus, don't be a forwarded text message that insists I'll die if I don't send it to all of my friends. It'll be fun!" He rested one of his hands on Juliet's lower back and guided her into the office, relishing how warm her skin felt through her blouse.

"Fine, you two have fun. I'll finish up some paperwork and go home."

"Oh, you're not getting out of it that easy, buddy. You're playing, and we're going in alphabetical order. So it'll be Jules, you, then me."

"That's nowhere near alphabetical, Shawn," he replied, his patience wearing thin.

"Did I say alphabetical? I meant chronologically."

"Still wrong."

"Shortest to tallest?"

"Wrong again."

"Lightest to darkest!"

"That's wrong AND racist, Shawn."

"Don't be like that, Gus. You know it doesn't count as racist if your best friend is black."

"Uh, yeah it does."

"That's fair. But it wasn't even racist! Racist would be saying that all black people know how to play basketball."

"Most of them do, Shawn."

"See? It's not racist if it's true. Now let's start the game. Your go, Jules."

She froze, glancing between her boyfriend and his best friend, not sure what she should say.

"Come on, it's easy. Just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. I love blank."

"Okay. Well, I love the way towels feel when they first come out of the dryer."

"Good one! You're up, Gus."

"No, I'm not. I'm going home, Shawn. But since you want my answer so bad, here it is. I love receiving a steady paycheck, which I can't do if I stay up all night playing pointless games. I had to take on extra routes because we haven't been hired on any cases in over three weeks. Goodnight, Juliet. Enjoy."

She hesitated, staring at his back as he left. "Bye?"

"We don't need him, Jules! It's usually more fun with two people, anyway."

"You're not going to go after him?"

"Go after him? Definitely not. He was using his 'I'm Serious' voice. He really needs the sleep."

"Whatever you say, Shawn. It's still your turn."

"You know that's right." He was halfway to fist-bumping Gus before he realized that his friend had just left. "I love finding twenty bucks in the pocket of a jacket I haven't worn in a year."

"Has that ever happened?"

"Quite possibly, yes." He paused. "But also, quite possibly no."

"Okay then... I love getting a letter or a phone call from someone I haven't talked to in a long time."

"Like old boyfriends?"

"No, not like old boyfriends. Just people."

"So your old boyfriends weren't people? That explains a lot. Robotic jocks. Gus said I was crazy for believing in them."

"You're definitely crazy, Shawn, and that's only one of the reasons." "Thank you."

"It wasn't really meant as a compliment," she sighed, unable to prevent the smile from forming on her face.

"I've heard it both ways." He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a large bite, waiting until he finished chewing before he spoke again. "I love staying up late talking to someone about everything and nothing at the same time."

"That sounds familiar." She grabbed her own slice and took a much smaller bite, offhandedly wondering why he had such a passion for pineapples. "I love knowing that since we first met, I can always count on you to be there for me."

"I love the way your nostrils flare when you get mad."

"I love how you always give Lassiter a hard time, even though I know deep down that you really respect him, and even like him a little."

"Take that back!"

"Nope. You know it's true, Shawn. Deal with it."

He put his pizza down and crossed his arms, pouting like a six year old who got sent to his room without dessert.

"Aw, I'm sorry," she cooed, leaving her chair to sit next to him on the loveseat.

"I love that every time I fake pout, you cave in and do what I want."

The comment caught her off guard and she was close to flying off the handle when she noticed his smile. The smile that said he was kidding around, even though she knew that he was right. She couldn't really resist him, regardless of how hard she tried.

"I love how you think you're so smooth, when it's really just your boyish charm."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Jules."

"Only you could take that as a compliment."

"It's not as easy as it looks." His eyes were focused on hers now, his body instinctively leaning towards her. "I love how every time I kiss your neck, you can't stop that sigh from escaping."

"Oh, is that right?"

"It's right alright. It drives me crazy." He bent his head closer to hers, glad to see that she was doing the same thing. Their lips were merely inches away when he changed course and buried his face in her neck, his kisses sending a fiery trail up and down her spine.

"Mmmm..." She cocked her head to the side, allowing him more access, and wrapped her arms around him, her hands methodically running up and down his back.

"Just like that," he said between kisses, reaching his hands up to tangle themselves in her hair.

"I love nights like this," she said with finality, positive that the game was over.