Fic: Golden Opportunity
Title: Golden Opportunity
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Juliet
Rating: T-ish. Maybe. I'm so terrible at rating things.
Warning: Takes place in this season, but later. Sometime before they're a couple. I think. I'll stop talking now, I'm confusing myself.
She was talking to him again.
She was always talking to him. He was always here.
What was so great about him anyway? Just because he was some hotshot FBI guy with a real gun and a badge that didn't say 'Hottie Police' didn't mean he was better than everyone else.
It definitely didn't mean he was better than Shawn.
She was laughing. That definitely wasn't okay. Shawn was supposed to make her laugh, not Agent Whatshisface.
Somebody called her name and she glanced over, listening to the orders they were giving off. Agent Whatshisface used the opportunity to give her a once over. Several times.
Asshole.
She turned back to him, smiling widely. He said something else, and she erupted into giggles.
Shawn gripped the pineapple smoothie he held in his hand a little tighter. Giggling was so not okay.
She tilted her face, leaning back against her desk. He pointed at the folders she held in her hand and asked a question. She shook her head vigorously, rolling her eyes as she gave an explanation.
God, what Shawn wouldn't give to hear that explanation.
Agent Whatshisface reached over and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. Even from several desks away Shawn could see her blush.
Alright. That was it.
He placed the smoothie on the desk and started towards where they were standing.
"Shawn!" She turned to greet him warmly.
"Hey, Jules. Agent.." What was the name, what was the name... "Fallon."
"Always great to see you, Spencer."
"Hey man, do you mind if I borrow Detective O'Hara for like five minutes? It won't take too long, I promise."
Agent Whatshisface shrugged. Juliet gave him a perplexed look, but allowed him to drag her off towards the Chiefs office anyway.
"What's up, Shawn?"
He took a quick glance around the station, then placed both his hands on either side of her face and pressed his lips against hers.
It felt like they stayed like that for hours, both of them standing stock still. Until she seemed to snap back, wrapping both of her arms around her neck and pulling him closer. He slid his hands into her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark strands.
He pulled back after several seconds, only for the need of oxygen. She bit her lip softly, giving him a shy smile. He beamed back, grabbed her hand and leading her back to her desk.
Agent Whatshisface stood there with a dumbfounded looking on his face.
"Here you go, Agent. She's all yours."
She faced Agent Whatshisface shakily, unable to hide the smile on her face.
"I'm so sorry, Carter. What were you saying?"