Bet Tarzan Had No Problems Wooing Jane (Psych, Juliet/Shawn)
Title: Bet Tarzan Had No Problems Wooing Jane
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, fluff, first time
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Juliet/Shawn
Summary: Shawn finally goes after the girl he wants
Disclaimer: Psych © Steve Franks and the USA Network. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for psychflashfic 's challenge #18 - "What are you wearing?" *hangs head in shame* I have no idea where this came from just call it indulgent fangirling.
Word count: 501
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Juliet arches her brow when Shawn comes strolling into the station in what she can only assume is a loincloth. He’s practically naked and if he were to move in a certain way, Juliet’s pretty sure he would be naked. She takes a deep breath, feels the air get hot all of a sudden and wills herself not to blush too much when Shawn approaches her desk.
Thankfully the station is empty, everyone having gone to Tom’s to celebrate Interim Chief Vick’s new position as the Chief.
“Shawn, what are you wearing? Actually, let me rephrase that: what are you not wearing?”
“Jules, the spirits have led me here, in this outfit” - points down to himself, and Juliet has to try very hard not to stare for longer than is quite necessary - “because they felt you would be here and needed to see me in this outfit.”
“Uh-huh. They felt I needed to see you naked?”
“Hey, the spirits are the ones who lead me; I do not question their reasons or demands.”
It feels like baloney.
“Shawn…you can’t go around in broad daylight in a loincloth! And especially in a police station. You’re just begging to be put behind the slammer for indecent exposure.”
“Doesn’t indecent exposure need, I don’t know, indecent behavior to go with it in order to get arrested?” Shawn thoughtfully taps his chin as though he’s thinking real hard about the answer.
“No, Shawn, if you’re in public and indecent, whether you’re engaging in indecent behavior or not, you can get arrested.”
“I definitely need to read up on my law.”
“Yes, you do,” she reaches to grab her jacket but Shawn comes closer and she stops, freezes more like because he’s walking closer and closer.
“Shawn, what are you doing?” Her voice is firm, doesn’t waver, but her heart flips nervously. He keeps coming closer to her, and it unnerves her.
“This.”
She doesn’t get any warning before Shawn’s lips are on hers, and this definitely isn’t close talking.
“Jules,” he starts when he pulls away all too briefly, “I like you, and I’m sure if you get to know me, you’ll probably like me too.”
“I like you already Shawn,” she doesn’t mean to say it, but it comes out before her brain can catch up with her mouth.
Shawn looks surprised, like he didn’t plan on that being the case. “Alrighty, I think this calls for a dinner date. You, me, and some spaghetti we can Lady-and-the-Tramp-it.”
He takes her hand, and starts leading her out of the police station.
“Are you gonna be wearing that for the whole date,” she asks.
“Hmmm, maybe even less if you feel so inclined.”
Juliet’s smile is bright; it feels like everything’s shifting between her and Shawn so fast, but she doesn’t mind. For the past several months, it felt like they were in a romantic limbo, not being able to date other people or each other.
It feels good to move toward a definite direction.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, fluff, first time
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Juliet/Shawn
Summary: Shawn finally goes after the girl he wants
Disclaimer: Psych © Steve Franks and the USA Network. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for psychflashfic 's challenge #18 - "What are you wearing?" *hangs head in shame* I have no idea where this came from just call it indulgent fangirling.
Word count: 501
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Juliet arches her brow when Shawn comes strolling into the station in what she can only assume is a loincloth. He’s practically naked and if he were to move in a certain way, Juliet’s pretty sure he would be naked. She takes a deep breath, feels the air get hot all of a sudden and wills herself not to blush too much when Shawn approaches her desk.
Thankfully the station is empty, everyone having gone to Tom’s to celebrate Interim Chief Vick’s new position as the Chief.
“Shawn, what are you wearing? Actually, let me rephrase that: what are you not wearing?”
“Jules, the spirits have led me here, in this outfit” - points down to himself, and Juliet has to try very hard not to stare for longer than is quite necessary - “because they felt you would be here and needed to see me in this outfit.”
“Uh-huh. They felt I needed to see you naked?”
“Hey, the spirits are the ones who lead me; I do not question their reasons or demands.”
It feels like baloney.
“Shawn…you can’t go around in broad daylight in a loincloth! And especially in a police station. You’re just begging to be put behind the slammer for indecent exposure.”
“Doesn’t indecent exposure need, I don’t know, indecent behavior to go with it in order to get arrested?” Shawn thoughtfully taps his chin as though he’s thinking real hard about the answer.
“No, Shawn, if you’re in public and indecent, whether you’re engaging in indecent behavior or not, you can get arrested.”
“I definitely need to read up on my law.”
“Yes, you do,” she reaches to grab her jacket but Shawn comes closer and she stops, freezes more like because he’s walking closer and closer.
“Shawn, what are you doing?” Her voice is firm, doesn’t waver, but her heart flips nervously. He keeps coming closer to her, and it unnerves her.
“This.”
She doesn’t get any warning before Shawn’s lips are on hers, and this definitely isn’t close talking.
“Jules,” he starts when he pulls away all too briefly, “I like you, and I’m sure if you get to know me, you’ll probably like me too.”
“I like you already Shawn,” she doesn’t mean to say it, but it comes out before her brain can catch up with her mouth.
Shawn looks surprised, like he didn’t plan on that being the case. “Alrighty, I think this calls for a dinner date. You, me, and some spaghetti we can Lady-and-the-Tramp-it.”
He takes her hand, and starts leading her out of the police station.
“Are you gonna be wearing that for the whole date,” she asks.
“Hmmm, maybe even less if you feel so inclined.”
Juliet’s smile is bright; it feels like everything’s shifting between her and Shawn so fast, but she doesn’t mind. For the past several months, it felt like they were in a romantic limbo, not being able to date other people or each other.
It feels good to move toward a definite direction.