musicalluna

Title: Hot Hot Hot
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Shawn/Juliet
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn and Juliet paint their new house.
A/N: For mia. Because I can't resist her cuteness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or the characters.

Juliet moaned and flopped forward on to her desk. "It's too hot, I can't take it anymore."

The detective's blonde hair had wilted, the escapee strands clinging to her forehead and temples and the sweat dampening them. The SPBD's air conditioning had broken just two days before the worst heat wave in ten years had hit, and, of course, the repair shops were booked for a solid week.

Apparently no one in town had been ready to utilize their air the way the heat wave was currently demanding.

"O'Hara," Lassiter grumbled, and then trailed off, his eyes closing as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Even he had stripped off his jacket. His tie had been discarded on the desk sometime earlier that morning, and the top four buttons on his shirt had been undone, the hem pulled out of his trousers.

It was that hot.

Juliet lay with her cheek pressed against her desk for all of two minutes. Then the feeling of sweat gathering around the skin against the desktop and sticking became too uncomfortable and she pulled away from it with a grimace, wiping away the stray moisture with her hand. This was unbearable. There had to be some way of combating the heat.

As if in reply to that specific thought, a voice suddenly rang out through the station, calling, "Ice cream, get your icy, refreshing, ice cream!"

Juliet's mouth immediately began to water.

She could just imagine getting her lips around an icy cold scoop, could practically feel it melting on her tongue.

A quiet noise of longing slipped from her mouth unbidden.

The noise in the bullpen had increased dramatically at the words ice cream and Juliet turned to see that the one who had brought relief for the entire SPBD was none other than Shawn. He had a small freezer cart, which he was pulling ice cream cones and Popsicles and bars out of as fast as he could, practically throwing them into the hands groping for the only chilly thing within a good two hundred yards.

The psychic himself was wearing a loose white tank top and a pair of bright red board shorts with a pair of flip flops. Sweat glistened along his cheekbones and the curves of the muscles in his arms, but he looked completely and utterly at ease, grinning cheerfully at the officers as he dished out the ice cream.

Unbelievable, she thought.

When she didn't hear the irritable, derisive comments from her partner that she had subconsciously been expecting, Juliet glanced around, searching for her apparently ill counterpart.

He was snatching a red Popsicles from Shawn's hand, tearing off the clear plastic wrapper in one motion and plunging it, rather obscenely, into his mouth.

Juliet shook her head. The heat really was out of control.

The noise that had risen began to die back down, replaced by the quieter sounds of slurping and quiet mmms of contentment. The air in the station didn't feel quite so oppressive anymore, and all Shawn had done was distribute a few ice creams.

The functioning part of her brain finally realized that she hadn't gotten up to get an ice cream yet, and she was just getting ready to amend that when Shawn leaned casually against the side of her desk, grinning at her.

He looked so tan.

Before she could open her mouth to try and force any words out, Shawn said, "I brought something special for you, Jules."

"Oh?" she quirked an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

"Yep." He pulled something from behind his back with a flourish and Juliet gawked at the enormous ice cream cone. It was positively dripping with rainbow sprinkles.

"My favorite," she breathed, reaching reverently for the cone.

Shawn's grin turned a little smug. "I know."

The cone radiated coolness into her hands and Juliet couldn't stifle a groan as she wrapped her lips around a bit of the cone, pulling in a mouthful of sprinkles and blissfully cool vanilla ice cream.

She flopped back against the backrest of her chair, feeling utterly content. This was quite possibly the best thing she had ever eaten. Ever. She sighed again, murmuring a soft noise of contentment as she took another bite.

This was heaven. Plain and simple.

God, Shawn deserved a hug—or a kiss—or something.

"Thank you," she said fervently and opened her eyes to see Shawn watching her, his mouth crooked in a small smile and his eyes practically lit up.

"My pleasure," he said and then diverted his eyes, coughing slightly. "I heard about the air problem and seeing as I was suffering even with it on, I figured you all must be on the verge of a very dramatic and widespread death. I had to do what I could. Gus will be furious when he finds a charge for four hundred ice creams on his credit card, but sacrifices have to be made for the greater good."

Juliet snorted, running her tongue along the outside of the ice cream, catching the rapidly melting treat and letting it slide down her throat.

It was so good.

Another little moan of happiness made its way out of her throat as she swirled her tongue around the cone again.

"Glad you're, ah, enjoying that, Jules," Shawn said and he sounded both amused and very...odd. When she glanced up at him, he was fidgeting, eyes darting from the tip of the ice cream in her hands, to her mouth, back out to the others in the bullpen.

Juliet considered this momentarily.

"Where's your ice cream, Shawn?" she finally asked, coating the surface of her tongue with ice cream again.

He shrugged. "I've been going through bags of Otter Pops in an effort to single-handedly shoot their stock through the roof. I felt it was more important that everyone here get an ice cream."

"I see." Juliet took another big mouthful of ice cream, rolled it around her mouth, swallowed and then said, "Then it's only fair that I share. Since you did get me a special cone."

Shawn glanced at her, clearly amused. "It's okay, Jules. Enjoy your ice cream. It's my treat."

She swiped the cone again with her tongue and then said, "And now it's mine."

Then she kissed him.