A/N: The moment you've all been (hopefully? nahhh) waiting for! An update! Sorry this one took so long, my friend who usually betas this and I were never online at the same time and thus we couldn't go through this together. Hope you all enjoy it, and remember, review! Even if it's just a comment, it is appreciated!


8). It's never cold in the morning anymore.

Carlton Lassiter, head detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department, had known loneliness on a very personal basis for a long time. He had almost gotten used to the bitter routine of waking up cold and alone in a double bed, going through the day alone, coming home to a silent kitchen, and going back to a cold bed. But that was until Shawn came into his life.

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Lassiter opens his eyes, awakened by the infernal beeping known to Shawn as "that devilish morning machine." The head detective whacks the clock a couple times to stop the noise, and then drapes his arm over the fake psychic, who is curled against his chest.

"Mornin'," he says groggily, burying his nose in the mess of brown hair.

"Mm… mmph."

The older man tries to bite back a laugh as he attempts to shake his boyfriend awake. Shawn stirs a little, wrapping his arms around the head detective.

"Come on, today's the only day that I have off and I know that you've wanted to spend time with me for—"

Lassiter is silenced by a pair of clumsy lips over his mouth. He gasps a little as he is rolled onto his back, the fake psychic straddling him.

"Lassie, if you know what's good for you, you'll let me sleep," Shawn growls playfully. The younger man tries to blink sleep out of his eyes.

"But you've been waiting for this day for a while-mmphh."

Shawn silences his boyfriend with his mouth again, lying completely on top of the older man.

"Yeah, Lassie, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. But can we just start it slow? Like… maybe around noon or so. Then we can go out for lunch… 'Cuz I don't want to get out of bed right now. It's really warm and it's nice…"

The head detective watches as his boyfriend drifts off to sleep again on his chest and holds back another laugh. He wraps his arms around the younger man.

"Sure, Shawn, whatever you want."

The fake psychic grins and chuckles.

"Oh Lassie, you are one kinky dude."

Carlton rolls his eyes, and shifts their two bodies so that they are both on the bed.

"Whatever, Shawn."