A/N: So-I suck. I know. I hope this is fluffy enough for you guys. Enjoy!

Chest to chest

Nose to nose

Palm to palm

We were always just that close

Juliet O'Hara smiled brightly. Her eyes were closed tightly as the wind whipped her hair. The blanket beneath her body was chilled from the cool mid-February air. A hand intertwined with her own, as another hand lay flat against her stomach. Their un-eaten food lay beside them, in the old-fashioned pinic basket.

"I'm kind of worried about Yogi coming to steal our picnic basket."

Juliet laughed loudly. "Shawn. Yogi is a cartoon character."

"Shush now, Jules! You'll hurt the poor bear's feelings."

Juliet rolled her eyes, as she laughed. No matter how childish or messy he could be. Juliet O'Hara loved Shawn Spencer with a fiery intensity that burned deep within her. It felt like a forest fire inside her chest, set ablaze by his carefree smile. Turning toward the man of her affections, Juliet freed her hand from his grasp. Running her fingertips through his styled deep brown hair, she smiled. It was different than any other smile before, and that thought alone scared her. She was in too deep, this much she knew. One move from Shawn could merely shatter her heart, and yet she trusted him fully. This was the man that she could see herself marrying, and that was a thought she wouldn't have even let herself think a few years earlier.

"I love you." It was a hushed whisper. Shawn smiled brightly at her, and her heart melted from the fiery flames burning within.

"I love you too, Jules. Always have!" He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. "You mean the world to me. You know that right? No one, and nothing will ever compare to you. You had me stricken from that first day. Your beauty and your brains—you have it all."

Juliet's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Wrist to wrist

Toe to toe

Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose

Juliet leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was soft at first, like a gentle caress. It quickly escalated, as many of their kisses did. Hands groping at hair, lips parting just far enough to gasp in minimal amounts of air, until they were both breathless with swollen lips.

Juliet giggled, as she pressed the back of her hand to her lips. Shawn's lips, no matter what he had recently eaten, always had a hint of a taste of pineapple. A flavor she was vastly becoming accustomed to. Though there were always those days when she felt like badgering him. Those were the days that she'd bring him smoothies, just to show off her new smoothie flavor of the day. Strawberry was always her favorite, though pineapple was starting to hold a special place in her heart.

"Ugh!"

Shawn made a face, though Juliet could see the playfulness in his hazel eyes. Playing along, Juliet stared at him, confused. "Didn't enjoy the kiss? Because I have an unbuckled bra that begs to differ." Juliet had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"Your lips taste like strawberries. Though I do enjoy a good strawberry on occasion, I am just stricken sad that your lips don't taste like pineapple." A pout formed on Shawn's lips.

"Well, I had a strawberry smoothie earlier." The pout turned into a full on frown.

"Strawberry, Jules? I thought we talked about this!"

"We did. You said I needed to drink more pineapple, and I said that I like strawberry too much to give it up."

Shawn huffed before crossing his arms over his chest. "Not cool."

"Oh, well, babe..." Juliet couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up out of her mouth.

Shawn growled as suddenly turned toward her, and pushed Juliet to her back. "You're in trouble now!" Carefully, Shawn lifted his hands, examined her body before assaulting her sides with his fingers.

Juliet couldn't stop laughing. "Shawn, stop!"

So, how come when I reach out my finger

It feels like more than distance between us

In this California king bed

We're ten thousand miles apart

For your heart for me

My California king

Juliet woke with a start. Sweat gleamed on her forehead as she examined her surroundings. A frown etched on her face as she took in her empty bed, as the early morning rays of light splayed across the cold, empty spot. The spot that had never actually been taken by the man that continually haunted her dreams. Though she was unsure when she had gone from just having feelings for Shawn, into being in love with him, but she definitely couldn't deny that fact.

Not with the tears that were filling her eyes at the realization that her perfect dream, was just that. A dream. One that wasn't liable to come true. Juliet sat up, her back flush against the headboard of her bed. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wound her arms around them. Her head fell forward, as she let the tears fall. At first it was just a couple of tears, then the sudden sadness that she would never really be happy without Shawn hit her, and her body hitched with broken sobs.

She had known from day one that Shawn Spencer was a heart-breaker, but she had never thought that he would break her heart. Though to be fair, he didn't even know he had done it. Those subtle looks that lingered longer than necessary were the worst. It was in those fleeting moments that Juliet was able to make herself believe that Shawn Spencer might actually love her too. Then they were gone, and she was brought back to reality. Reality suggested that she was a total fool to believe that Shawn Spencer could even fall in love, let alone with her.

Sighing, Juliet lift her head and gave up all hope that she'd end up happy with Shawn. Getting out of bed, even if she could sleep for another hour, Juliet grabbed her clothes and headed toward the bathroom. She was in need of a long, hot shower.

Eye to eye

Cheek to cheek

Side by side

You were sleeping next to me

Shawn smiled sleepily, as his eyes slowly blinked open. A second set of arms were wrapped tightly around his middle, while long blond hair flowed around his head. Her breathing was slow, in and out, deep in sleep. Their legs were tangled together under the sheet and blanket that covered their bodies. Snuggling in closer to Juliet, Shawn pressed his lips against her forehead, before pulling her flush against his chest.

She moaned appreciatively. "Love you." It was barely a whisper, but Shawn still heard it. Two words that generally had him running for the hills, instead made his heart burst with happiness. It was simple, and yet so complicated. How two little words could make him so happy.

"Love you too, Jules. Always have."

Juliet moaned lightly. "What?" Her blue eyes fluttered open. "Did you say something, Shawn?" Juliet lifted her head, so she could look at Shawn.

He smiled slightly. "Not a thing."

Arm in arm

Dusk to dawn

With the curtains drawn

And a little last night on these sheets

Juliet shrugged slightly, before laying her head back down on Shawn's bare chest. Her eyes took in the mess that was Shawn's room. Clues to what had transpired the night before were evident everywhere she looked. Clothing scattered everywhere and his floor lamp was now laying on it's side. A broken light blub was still connected to it.

She giggled lightly, realizing that they needed to fight more often if making up was going to be that much fun. Juliet had never been in such a relationship where the necessity to breath came directly from the person who was in the relationship with her. What she had with Shawn was so different than what she's ever had with any other man, and for that she was eternally grateful.

"Are you happy?"

The question took her by surprise, and had her head snapping back up to peer into his hazel eyes. The seriousness that lay just inside caused her heart to speed up slightly. Shawn wasn't one to be serious, not often at least, so this drastic turn of events left her reeling.

"Of course I am. Why would you question that?"

Shawn shrugged slightly, as he ran a hand through his blond hair. "Just—some things that you said last night. Made me think."

Juliet's nose wrinkled in confusion. She had remembered that they had gotten into a fight, when Shawn had forgotten to do the laundry like she had asked. Though they weren't technically living together, half of her wardrobe had ended up at his place, while half of his wardrobe was littering her house. They had made plans to stay at his house last night, and she had specifically told him to do the laundry, otherwise she wouldn't have anything to wear the next day. When she had arrived after her shift at the station, more tired than usual, Juliet realized that the laundry was still located in the same spot. She had yelled, pointed her finger. It had ended fine, when he had pinned her against the wall with his lips fastened to hers. However, the specifics of what she had said seemed to elude her memory.

"What did I say. Specifically?"

"That if I couldn't start pulling my weight in this relationship. That if I couldn't grow up enough, and be the man that deserved to be in a relationship, that our relationship would be over-"

Juliet clasped a hand over her mouth. That wasn't right, she hadn't meant it and he thought she did. Of course she'd love it if he could be more responsible and a little less childish, but there was no way that she'd ever end their relationship because of it.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shook his head. "You were right, Jules, and I'm sorry. Relationships aren't my strong suit. Why is it that you think I've never really been in one? I just—I need you to be happy, and if I'm not making you happy-"

Juliet sat up abruptly. "No! Don't you dare say that. You are making me plenty happy, Shawn. I was tired and I was pissed. To be honest I don't even think I had control over what came out of my mouth last night. I was in a bad mood before I even got here last night. It had nothing to do with you, Shawn, I swear. I love you. Don't ever doubt that."

Shawn smiled. "Good, because I love you too."

So, how come when I reach out my fingers

It seems like more than distance between us

In this California king bed

We're ten thousand miles apart

For your heart for me

My California king

Shawn jerked awake, sweat rolled down his head as his breathing and heart rate increased. She had been there. Right there. Her beautiful face looking up at him, with her blond hair scattered around her face. That smile that melted his heart was gleaming up at him, specifically for him. It had been so real. So amazingly real. Yet, there he lay. Alone, cold, in an empty bed, with Juliet O'Hara none the wiser.

How many times had he almost told her? All the flirting and shared smiles. All the moments of almost realization and close talking. All of it, and still she was blissfully unaware of how he felt. How he wanted nothing more than to kiss her lips. To hold her close as they make love, and whisper how much he loves her into her ear. Yet, there was something there, something held him back.

He knew what it was, but admitting it out loud would bare too painful for him. The sheer fact that he held himself back because he knew he would hurt her. No matter how much he didn't want to, no matter how hard he tried not to, it was inevitable. That was what hurt the most. He had watched in horror as his parents marriage had self-destructed right in front of his eyes. The constant yelling and bickering. The slamming of doors and squealing of tires. Shawn had bared witness to all of that and knew that he was destined to repeat his parents mistakes.

It had already shown on more than one occasion. Fights with girls that he had dated for a couple of weeks. Irritation with girls that he had dated for a couple of months. That's why he never stayed with one girl for very long. It wasn't because he was a womanizing dirt bag, like he was sure most of them thought he was. It was because more often than not, he cared enough to not put them through the self-destruction that was sure to appear after a while. Sure, they might last for a few months or even a few years, but eventually he would hit that self-destruct button and it would all come crashing down in a burning heap. He couldn't do that to Juliet, and that was why he kept their—relationship—at arms length. Keeping it simple, a little flirting here and there. That was harmful. Except to himself.

Just when I felt like giving up on us

You turned around and gave me one last touch

That made everything feel better

And even then my eyes got wetter

So confused wanna ask you if you love me

But I don't wanna seem so weak

Shawn swaggered into the station. A smile crossing his lips upon seeing Juliet, the girl that would forever haunt his dreams. Bypassing Lassiter's desk—for now, Shawn sat his sights on Juliet, and walked over toward her.

"How is Santa Barbara's most beautiful detective? Just don't tell Lassie, God knows he was looking forward to the title."

Juliet's eyes lifted from the paper she was examining intently. The bags under her eyes were enough by themselves to scare Shawn, however the redness in them spoke volumes. Someone had hurt her, someone had made her cry. Shawn felt the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cause that person harm, and Shawn Spencer was anything but violent.

"She is exhausted." The smile that crossed her oh-so-beautiful lips was inherently fake. Shawn saw through her facade quickly.

"What's wrong, Jules?" Shawn asked, his voice soft as he perched himself on the edge of her desk.

"It's nothing, really, Shawn." She smiled a bit more brightly, and it caused a stab of pain to radiate around Shawn's heart.

"Most everyone around here might actually buy that crap, but not me. Now, what's wrong?" He leaned in closer, and placed his thumb under her chin to force her to look at him.

"It's just going to sound childish."

"Never." His face was merely a few inches from her's. So close that she could feel his breath against her cheek.

"There is a guy—I don't even think he knows how much I care."

Shawn tried to keep his face from falling. Forcing a smile, he placed a hand against her cheek. "Just tell him, Jules. Any guy would be a fool to say no to you."

Juliet laughed lightly. "Yeah. I'll think about that."

Shawn stood up from her desk. "I gotta be going." He held a hand against his stomach. "This bad boy gets pretty upset when I don't feed him when he tells me to."

Juliet nodded her head. "Bye, Shawn."

He took a couple of steps before he stopped and turned back toward her. "How's about you join me, Juliet. We can make it a lunch date." The smile spread on his face, when he saw her face light up.

"Sounds great, Shawn."