Hello new fandom! Not only is this my first fic for Psych, but it is my fiftieth fic ever! Hurrah! Anyway, thank you all for reading. I hope you like it. :)

Chapstick

Shawn doesn't listen to a word Lassie says. He has good reason not to: Juliet just licked her lips. Her small pink tongue darted out briefly to sweep the thin skin, leaving a sheen of wetness in its wake. Her bright eyes dull in comparison to the sudden shininess of her lips.

And just when he thinks he's about to drool from staring too hard, she does it again. This time, she focuses on the corners of her mouth. Oh, she's doing this deliberately, he thinks.

A few more moments go by as he continues to stare at her lips, memorizing the shape of her Cupid 's bow and slight downward curve as she concentrates on what Lassie says.

And then suddenly Lassie is done talking and there is momentary relief in the room as he exits. All that's left to do for the case is some paperwork and now everyone is free to go. Shawn motions to Gus not to wait for him and watches briefly as his best friend heads down the hallway.

He turns back to Juliet who is rubbing her lips together and looking around in the purse hanging from her shoulder.

Quick to be the one to save her day, Shawn fishes around in his own pocket before pulling out a tube of chapstick. Twirling it around between his knuckles, he extends his hand to Juliet.

"Here, my chapped lipped goddess," he flirts, his voice as smooth as ever.

She takes the chapstick from his grasp, her fingers delicately ghosting over his. Before applying the desperately needed cosmetic, she raises an eyebrow.

"You really are psychic, aren't you?" she jokes, pulling the cap off.

He leans in closely so that he's only a few inches away, so that he can smell her peach shampoo.

In a low voice, he tells her, "I don't have to be psychic to notice your lips."

The chapstick gliding over her lips does nothing to hide her smile.

Hope you all enjoyed it!