Primping

[musicalluna]

Title: Primping
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Shawn/Juliet
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn thinks she's gorgeous.
A/N: I wrote this for Maja. It was supposed to be excessively smushy, and turned excessively angsty.And no, I don't know what happened. :D
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Probably better they aren't.

 

Shawn smiled in amusement as Juliet closed the bedroom door behind them. "Afraid someone is going to burst in on us while you’re dressing?"

Juliet shot him a look and bent to pull off her heels as she headed into the closet.

"I’m just saying," Shawn said, stripping off his t-shirt as he trailed after her.

His fingers were milliseconds from releasing it onto the floor when Juliet called, "Hamper, Shawn."

Rolling his eyes, he sidetracked slightly and leaned into the bathroom to drop the shirt into the hamper as directed.

"Which do you think?" Juliet asked when he joined her in the closet, and turned with two dresses in hand, one a short, swishy black dress, the other a vivid pink that he remembered fit her like a dream.

He pursed his lips, weighing the pros and cons of each, recalling the last time he’d seen her wearing them. And then he remembered the lack of a back on the halter-top black dress and the decision was made. "The black one."

Juliet’s mouth puckered in a small smile as she put back the pink dress. "You just like seeing all that skin."

Shawn grinned. "I am shamelessly infatuated with it, I will not deny that. Can I help it if you’ve got the sexiest back in the world?"

She blushed faintly and nudged him in the ribs as she moved back out into the bedroom. "Shut up and get ready, you pig."

Shawn made a growling noise in response, and chuckled to himself as he turned to search through his clothing for the suit he was going to need. He was in the middle of tugging off his jeans when Juliet returned. He froze and said, "My, my, it seems you’ve caught me in an incredibly compromising position."

Juliet bit back a smile and wiggled the hand holding the two ends of her halter top. "Do you mind?"

A slow smile curved Shawn’s mouth and he shook off the remaining length of his jeans to move closer. "It would be my pleasure."

"Just a small bow," Juliet directed, and turned so that he could take the ties. She smiled as his hands smoothed methodically over the two strips of fabric, taking advantage of this chance to touch, his fingers warm against her skin. He took his time, carefully tying the bow at the back of her neck and then gently slid his hands down to rest on her shoulders. She felt a chill scamper down her spine when he pressed his lips softly to the back of her neck, just below the bow.

"Good?" he said.

She smiled and turned, kissing his cheek. "Perfect. Thank you."

His fingers trailed along her ribcage as she moved back out of the closet and she caught a glimpse of him standing and staring after her out of the corner of her eye. She smiled. She loved it when she caught him looking at her with that look in his eyes.

In the bathroom, she half-sat on the countertop and began meticulously applying her evening makeup. She was still putting on mascara when Shawn sidled in, threading a tie around the popped collar of his crisp, white shirt. He paused, his head cocking as he took her in, working intently.

When her eyes finally flicked over, an eyebrow rising in question, he shrugged with a faint air of self-consciousness and cleared his throat. "Sorry. Just watching."

A smile tugged at the corners of Juliet’s mouth. "Watching?"

Shawn shifted, clearing his throat again. "Yeah. You… I like watching you put your makeup on." He began fiddling with his tie, staring fixedly at his reflection in the mirror.

Juliet smiled and slid across the counter, taking his tie in her own hands and beginning to tie it herself, perfectly aware of his hand when it settled lightly on her thigh. "Oh you do?" She’d caught Shawn glancing at her while she put on her makeup before, but he glanced and stared and ogled her all the time, so it had never seemed unusual. "Why is that?" she asked, carefully tightening the tie.

His gaze met hers. "You’re beautiful, Jules, no matter what, but watching you put on makeup…it’s like watching you transform. You start out gorgeous and with a few magical swipes of powders and other mysterious womanly things, which I will never comprehend, you become a knock out."

Juliet grinned, cheeks flushing with pleasure, and pulled him forward by the immaculately finished tie, pressing a kiss to his mouth as her hands gently flipped down the collar of his shirt.

She sighed softly when they parted and ran her fingers lightly through his hair. "Oh, Shawn," she breathed. "I love you so much."

He grinned and returned the kiss as a light peck. "For which I am spectacularly grateful. I love you too, Jules."