ooc - Shawn's kissy lips are already puckered up~
The Kiss Meme 2.0
With this kiss meme, you’ve got to leave a comment with one of four choices:
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the nose.
A kiss on the neck.
A kiss on the lips.
Once you leave a comment with your choice, I’ll write you a fic with our characters and your requested kiss destination.
With this kiss meme, you’ve got to leave a comment with one of four choices:
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the nose.
A kiss on the neck.
A kiss on the lips.
Once you leave a comment with your choice, I’ll write you a fic with our characters and your requested kiss destination.
"Spencer, if you don't close that induced to vomiting idiocy cavity that you know as your mouth, I'm turning the car back and locking you up." Lassiter hissed through clenched teeth.
If Lassie's forehead weren't sporting that stylish and throbbing, induced by stress vein, Shawn would feel tempted to point out that the detective was wrong. They had been driving to this ranch in the middle of nowhere for hours, there's no way they'd be turning back to the station right now.
And who knew that they had authority over the middle of nowhere? Sweet.
On the other hand, cuffing him and pushing his ass to the back of the stylish new car to wait until the detective's work on the crime scene was done seemed more likely. And if Shawn wasn't currently hanging at the taken side of Relationship Avenue, he would happily agree that that would be the perfect time to deflower those brand new backseats.
"Chillax, Lassie. If you grip the wheel any tighter your puppy dog paws are going to soon tear it apart. I doubt your insurance covers that."
Judging by that scowl, the Head Detective was probably picturing his hands snapping Shawn's neck into a set of two.
"Make one more joke, Spencer. Dare to call me a dog name again and-"
"But Lassie, Lassie is the perfect nickname for you. Imagine if I started calling you Kommisar Rex all of a sudden! I know, aesthetically it would be perfect for you, you're totally the german shepherd style of an irish dog. But Lassie is the ultimate nickname, buddy. It's written under the canine stars." He pointed out.
"Nonsense." Lassiter grumbled as he focused his attention on the road.
"True fact," Shawn argued.
"It's simple horsecrap, like everything that comes out of you."
"Wrong again." Shawn retorted in a sing-a-song voice as he reached for the radio, which only ended with his hand being swatted away. "For a start? I'm not a horse. I don't even check horse's teeth for gifts. Then there's several signs that prove that your canine side clearly predominates your unconscious nickname repertory."
"Name one." Lassiter said without even thinking as he the parked the car.
Shawn obviously hadn't given Lassie-face enough time to think, because the man just stared down at his lap when he rested his hand on the detective's upper thigh. Carlton turned his head towards him right when Shawn moved closer, which resulted in them bumping noses together. They shared a look, the soft noise of them breathing against each others face suddenly interrupted by a squad car's siren. The noise was faint, but it was slowly approaching them.
Luckily, the fact that he wasn't currenlty being target of police brutality allowed Shawn to have a second shot. Soon he was softly pressing his lips on the curve of Carlton's nose.
"Like every good dog, you have a cold nose." Shawn whispered before getting out of the car.
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I was so self concious about this one. First, I was writing Lassie for the mun who pwns Lassie's ass, second, yeah, I was flying near the sun when it came to complex sentences... XD But YAY that you liked it!!! \o/
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