Genre: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Juliet is feeling touchy-feely.
A/N: Gets a little racy...
Also for Mia. lol
Juliet dragged her fingernails up along the skin of Shawn's neck from beneath the edges of his collared shirt where they'd been slipped and she felt him swallow, his head tipping back onto the couch cushion to look up at her, eyes hooded. “Jules,” he said huskily, “what are you up to?”
She smiled innocently at him and touched her index finger to the small dip between his collar bones before tracing it up and over his Adam's apple. Shawn swallowed again, eyes fluttering closed, and she smiled as the bump of his Adam's apple dropped and rose again. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Sure you do,” he murmured and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead.
“I'm pretty sure I don't.” Juliet let her fingers drift down to the base of his throat again, just barely skating along the skin and Shawn took in a shaky breath. His forehead pinched slightly.
"Juuuules," he whined softly.
She trailed her fingers along his collar bones, eliciting another shiver and then leaned forward, putting her elbows onto the back of the couch on either side of his head. Tipping her head sideways, she laid a gentle kiss just beneath his ear.
"So...mean..." Shawn said breathlessly and she grinned, bending her head forward a little further and kissing the side of his neck as she curled her hands around the base of his neck, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his his shoulders.
“I have...no....ulterior...motives...." she said and kissed his jaw.
His eyes opened as though fighting against a tremendous weight. "No ulterior motives my ass."
Another kiss beneath his ear and his arms came up, reaching to capture her head in his hands. She pulled out of reach, smiling mischievously and Shawn groaned as her fingernails slid up the back of his neck, into his hair and pulled past the crown of his head.
“Okay, I take it back,” he conceded, tuning his head and watching as she moved around to the front of the couch. “No ulterior motive. What did I do? Because obviously you're tortur—”
She sat down across his lap, cupping her hands beneath his jaw and kissed him. His hands immediately moved to her waist. Pulling back just far enough to allow speech, she opened her eyes and waited, smiling, until he had done the same. Then she let her fingers trail down his throat again, moving toward the center of his chest, her smile growing when his breathing hitched. “Really, Shawn. Your wife is all but tearing your pants off and you think she's either got an ulterior motive, or is torturing you.” She let her fingers rest along the pulse point at the base of his neck, feeling the rapid throb of it against her fingertips. “Maybe I should—”
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” he breathed and then pressed his mouth into the crook of her neck.