"Go ahead and open it sweetie, I'll be right back..."

Juliet pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and turned on her heels to walk away. This left her bemused boyfriend sitting on the comfortable double bed as she gave a coy smile and wandered into the adjoining bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her and he could faintly hear her opening the cupboard above the sink to look for something, all the while humming to herself happily. He raised an eyebrow in deep confusion. This had never happened before... Well, not with Juliet in charge anyway. It certainly wasn't like her to throw off their usual Friday night routine.

She still wasn't ready for their date tonight and she was always ready by seven thirty. You could have set your watch by it.

Always.

He supposed that's what happened when you trained in the Police Academy for however many years. Juliet knew how to run a tight ship and things around her always seemed to run like clockwork. He'd seen her run an adolescent group of young people, all inside for drug abuse, like a military unit- succeeding where several of the men who had attempted before her had failed. She'd put together their last Christmas lunch like a pro, never missing a beat even with seven guests and a surprise visit from Frank on the cards. Their date nights were no different. With his nights, he didn't mind if he was late or early to a restaurant. He certainly didn't worry about trivial things like parking; but since this was a date planned by Juliet, he'd assumed the usual precision timing would be in order. But for what ever reason tonight, she'd answered the door in only her bath robe with her hair pinned up loosely in a bun. No sign of planning anywhere.

She'd given his concerned look no explanation as to her unusual tardiness, only pulling him towards the bedroom and making him sit on the bed like a child. He'd briefly wondered if she'd decided to skip dinner and go straight for dessert, a thought that had slapped a sly grin on his face as he'd watched her rummage through a drawer. Instead, she'd reappeared with a present for him. He could see the little tag sticking out from under her fingers when she'd handed it to him, signed with several kisses from her and a little winking smiley face. He'd quirked an eyebrow but once again she'd given no explanation other than telling him to open it and escaping to the bathroom.

At first he'd been absolutely terrified that he'd missed some sort of special date; their anniversary or Valentines day perhaps. He'd wracked his brains trying to think what today was, coming up with nothing. It was just a normal every day Friday night. She'd quickly reminded him that it was, A: July- far away from any date that meant something big for them and B: she didn't need an excuse to give him something he'd wanted for a very long time now. That last reason and the way it was said had thrown him for a real loop.

What was something he'd wanted for a long time now?

The box was far too small to contain the reunion cast of 'The Breakfast Club' and far too big to house a replica 'Lord of the Rings' Ring. So those things were definitely out. There was something about the obviously sultry way she'd spoken the words though and made him think that the gift was something intimate, just for them. He tried to think of something they didn't have yet but they already had a pair of Juliet's handcuffs for nights they were feeling extra adventurous and he doubted very much that it was the nurse's uniform he'd hinted about a few months before.

For Juliet to wear of course; not him. She'd told him that she was saving that one for his birthday this year. He was giddy just thinking about it.

Although, with their sex life it could have been anything, he smirked. From feather boas to silk scarves, he'd found that he quite enjoyed being in a bind when Juliet was in charge of him. Things could get a little out of control sometimes... but hey, that's what safety words were for. He chuckled to himself. He'd never been into adventurous sex until he'd met Juliet. It turns out that in her he'd found a very kindred spirit and someone he felt comfortable enough to share any and all of his fantasies with. He'd hinted about her handcuffs several times before she'd woken him up during the night a few weeks later. She caught him completely off guard and slapped them around his wrists, promptly making him forget all about the worries of the day. As well as his name...

Three hours later, his wrists had been red raw, bleeding and skinned, but the million watt smile on his face could have lit up Paris for a week as they lay together. She'd promised to buy him a padded pair for next time so he wouldn't have to suffer what they were passing off as rope burn to everyone outside of work.

He'd never had that before with anyone. He'd never indulged in a fantasy or a kink, mainly because he didn't want to be considered weird. But then had come the late night conversation when they were both sated and sleepy, somewhere between awake and unconscious. She'd been sprawled over his chest, one of her legs between his and her lips trailing over his neck. He'd been stroking gentle circles over her damp skin, his breathing mellow and his eyelids heavy. She'd rested her chin on his chest, giving him a smile and asked if he'd ever had any fantasies about anything before. She'd completely caught him off guard and he'd stuttered, his cheeks flaming and putting no doubt in her mind that he most definitely had fantasies about something or other.

He hadn't been able to lie to her. Not to those innocent, heart melting eyes that she pointed his way. So he'd shyly told her a few of his deep dark secrets. Just a couple of the tame ones to begin until he was sure she wouldn't be too freaked out. He'd professed a desire for her to have control over him, the handcuffs scenario being one of the first they'd ever tried. With Juliet receptive enough to the idea, the rest had just sort of just spilled out over time. She'd never judged him once. Not ever and it was because of that he'd fallen even deeper in love with her. She told him a few of her fantasies, several of which they'd played out as well.

They'd done her 'sex in public' fantasy several times in fact, twice at the Station and three times in various other places.

She was always willing to try other things with him, always trusting him when they tried something new. Some things didn't work out, others didn't really turn out as they'd hoped... but the rest of the time they always seemed to hit the nail on the head. Juliet's uniform fetish for example. He'd saved his uniform from the academy of course but that wasn't the uniform she was interested in. She explained that she saw cops every day of her life. She wasn't all that fussed about that particular dress code. But fire men on the other hand... That was a whole other area.

So he'd sauntered down to the Fire Department one day without a word to his oblivious girlfriend, calling in a favor and getting the loan of a full outfit- helmet included. He'd dressed himself up, looking rather dapper if he did say so himself and had waited for Juliet at her apartment that night. She'd spotted him the instant she'd walked through the door and after she'd recovered from the shock of seeing him fully kitted out in the gear, she'd ripped the jacket off of him, grabbed a handful of his shirt- along with the braces holding his pants up- and had dragged him into her room. He had been mildly surprised when he'd regained a sense of reason that they hadn't set anything alight. It would have been a fitting and ironic tribute to the outfit.

In the end, they'd just made a list of all the things they wanted to try together and they had found that many things were so much better now that they were open and honest with each other. The only thing they'd both agreed on keeping out of their list was anything related to threesomes or sex with other people. Shawn didn't share and Juliet more than agreed with him. So, to pad the list out even more, they'd looked up several websites together, pouring over articles and such about different techniques and positions.

Juliet ordered a Kama Sutra book from the internet and they'd found the 'Congress of the Rhino' position particularly... enlightening. So, for the past two months they'd been picking a different position from the book every few nights and giving it a whirl. Quite literally in some cases.

Some resulted in mind blowing orgasms, from which they were unsure they'd ever recover. Others resulted in minor injuries that Shawn would later have to explain at the Station. Like why he was walking with a limp or why he couldn't bend a certain way without wincing. But, it didn't seem to matter what they tried because it always ended with them having fun. Even with the few positions that didn't work, if they found it becoming a pain to do this and that all at the same time, they would just switch to an earlier one that they'd really enjoyed and finish the night with a bang.

Through it all, be it the fantastic sex or the just the easiness of being with someone you loved, they found themselves becoming closer than any of their friends could have imagined. Henry was still surprised two years on, that his son was still deeply entranced every time Juliet walked into a room or threw a smile his way. Gus was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Shawn to take off again one day.

Not going to happen, he smiled to himself. He had his reason to stay now. That beautiful smile, those gorgeous eyes and that unconditional love that told him that no matter how much he screwed up during the day, she would always welcome him home that night with open arms and an nonjudgmental ear. God, he loved her. He loved her so much his heart hurt and he knew that his current inner monologue sounded like it was written in a sappy poetry class, but he couldn't stop. He'd never loved anyone this way. He loved his dad, his mother and he loved Gus, of course, in a manly way. He'd loved Abigail in his own way he supposed, but it was always going to be that first love- born out of nostalgia that would never be enough to ask her to stay when she walked away from him.

But Jules? If Juliet walked away, he would throw himself at her feet to ask her to stay. He would do anything for her, be anyone she wanted him to be. He would go that extra mile that she wanted him to, hold her, listen to her, be the man she'd always thought he could be. That's the kind of love that they shared.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and went back to wondering what the hell was in the little package that had sparked his walk down memory lane. It wasn't so unusual for them to give each other gifts but Juliet would often wait until the end of the night to do so. Whatever it turned out to be, he would have to admit that she'd done an excellent job of keeping it a secret from him he mused, examining the outside with interest again.

Shawn turned the neatly wrapped box over in his hands, time and time again. He didn't want to open it and ruin the wonderful wrapping that his girlfriend had worked so hard on, but presents were meant to be opened, right? Dark blue, glossy paper with a tight silver bow on top- it was just Juliet all over. It weighed heavily in his palm but it wasn't too big and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it could be.

He could have looked it over all night but curiosity always got the better of him and within a few minutes, all of the once neat packaging lay on the floor. He kicked it aside, frowning at the plain green box now on his lap. He lifted the lid cautiously, the sounds of Juliet getting ready in the next room still drifting past his ears. He usually loved messing up her nightly routine, arriving an hour earlier than expected for their dates of nights in when he knew she would be just out of the shower and very receptive to getting back in with him. Cue another hour in the shower, her breasts against the cold tiles and his front curved into the hot skin of her back as they made love under the pelt of the water.

She would pretend to scold him but go along anyway, never minding when they were late to a dinner arrangement or a meeting at the Station. He was Shawn after all. He was her greatest distraction and she loved him for it. Childish grin and all. Tossing the lid onto the bed, he brushed aside the darker green paper and his eyebrows rose towards his hairline in surprise. Nestled in the box was a shiny, brand new video camera- charged and ready to use according the little note in Juliet's handwriting that was taped to the side. With no time at all to think about what exactly this present was going to mean for him, Juliet had re-opened the bathroom door and was now leaning against the frame, a smile on her face. She still had the bathrobe wrapped tightly around her, but her hair was now down and curled around her shoulders.

"So, what do you think?" she asked, crossing her arms. Her voice was low and Shawn raised an eyebrow, holding up the camera.

"Do you want me to film... something?" he asked doubtfully and Juliet laughed softly, moving forwards and undoing the belt of the robe as she did. She shimmied it off of her shoulders and it pooled at her feet, revealing her to be completely naked. Shawn's mouth immediately began to water as she waltzed towards him and casually straddled his lap. He was still fully clothed, aside from his jacket which he'd left in the living room. His hands went to her hips and the camera that he'd almost dropped when she settled on him, was rescued by her. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her breast and she sighed warmly.

His arms wrapped around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to him and his wandering mouth. He dipped his lips to catch her nipple and felt her fingers tighten in his hair for his trouble. "Shawn, focus," she scolded playfully, tugging him by the hair and away from her chest.

"I was focusing. I was focusing on your nipples because you're very naked and I'm suddenly very horny," he informed her, before she shoved the camera under his nose again and he remembered it. Naked Juliet kind of threw him a bit and he'd forgotten about it in the midst of having her with nothing on and in his arms. He always felt oddly protective of her when she was exposed and he wasn't. Like he needed to keep her safe, some manly instinct rising from a place that should have been buried though years of evolution and civilization. He liked it very much though and he cuddled her closer, resting his chin on her chest and looking up at her.

"I got you the camera because a while ago you mentioned something about being lonely when I had to go away on a case. Even though most of the time you follow me anyway," she laughed and he grinned sheepishly. He did tend to do that. "But, for the times you don't follow me and you're all horny and alone, I thought we'd make a little video for you to watch. Same goes for me when you're away for the day with Gus at some theme park or county fair," she rolled her eyes and he just sat in complete amazement over what she was saying to him. It was taking his brain a while to process it, but he finally managed to stutter out the words that he never thought he'd ever say.

"Y-You want us to make a sex tape?" It was like every wild dream he'd ever had was crashing in on him and he was a little overwhelmed. Not to mention turned on. His rising erection was testament to that.

She nodded slowly, leaning in to kiss his still shell shocked lips slowly. She ran her tongue across the bottom one, nipping at it before pulling away to catch her breath. "I just figured it would be something nice for us to do as a couple," her fingers were back in his hair as she ruffled it into it's usual messy state. The state that it was in whenever they were left alone for too long on their own. "Romantic meals are so last year," she grinned. He was still in a mood somewhere between disbelief and wanting to punch the air and pop open the champagne. It was all still sinking in. He was going to have a sex tape of Jules. His Jules. Something just for him to watch whenever he wanted. He could put it on his phone and watch it in the Psych Office. He could turn it on and nudge Juliet when they were in the Station and they could watch it together while Lassiter and Gus talked on about something and were completely oblivious.

A bolt of arousal shot into his groin and he groaned into her neck, pressing a long kiss there.

"You," he began, shifting and standing up. He took her with him and she held onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Are the best damn thing to ever happen to me. I mean, how many other girlfriends have ever presented their boyfriend with a video camera -while bare ass naked, by the way- and told him she wanted to have sex in front of it with him? You are the perfect woman and no-one will ever convince me otherwise," he attacked her neck, turning her and dropping her onto the bed before covering her again.

"I aim to please," Juliet flipped the screen out and pressed the On/Off button. A little red light came on and when she pointed the camera at them on the bed, Shawn grinned up at it. They twisted the screen around so they could see themselves and she burst into giggles when he went back to attacking her throat with kisses. Pushing him off of her and onto his back, she got up and went to place the camera in perfect view of the bed. Shawn watched her go, stripping himself of his shirt while she worked. He was just unbuckling his belt when a little beep and the light changing from red to green, informed him that they were now up and running and being filmed. Juliet dived back onto the bed enthusiastically, Shawn catching her in mid-air and yanking her onto him easily as though she weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Now, just so you know in advance..." she flipped over, straddled him and pinned his arms to his sides gently, smiling at the pressing problem that was straining through his jeans. That must be so uncomfortable. Shawn didn't seem to mind at all, pushing up a little and grazing the inside of her thighs with rough denim. She wagged a finger at him and his eager grin only got wider as a result. "Ah ah ah, Shawn. I have a little plan for tonight, beyond just a camera," she rolled off of him and towards the edge of the bed. Shawn took the open opportunity and cupped her ass while she searched for whatever it was she was looking for. She hummed quietly when his finger dipped between her legs teasingly and she knew that he was probably waggling his eyebrows at the camera right now. "Show off," she muttered and he laughed, as she tried not to get distracted from her search when his finger spread her wetness onto her inner thighs. He moved to cover her back a bit and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"What are you looking for babe?" he asked, breath hot on her shoulder while she frowned. She couldn't find her little bag of goodies that she'd put away a few hours before. He grazed her clit a little and she sighed, desperately holding back the urge to push down and let him rub her to orgasm. She'd been aroused all day, ever since she'd left the store with all of her purchases under the knowing gaze of all the women behind the counter. They'd been infinitely helpful as they'd suggested different things for her but she'd already known what she wanted and they'd wished her luck as she'd left.

Why couldn't all clerks be that helpful?

Shawn was seriously teasing her now and she couldn't afford to climax before the night had even started.

"Hold that thought," she turned and looked over her shoulder, before grabbing his chin with her fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. "While I look, you get undressed. There aren't any pants in my plan tonight," her voice turned husky and he agreed vigorously, removing his finger and pushing away from the bed, letting her get on with her search. "God, I could have sworn I put it right here... You haven't moved anything from under here have you Shawn?" she asked, while slipping her top half off of the bed in an attempt to get a better view underneath. When Shawn didn't answer, she glanced up again and found him staring at her ass while his forgotten belt buckle rested in his idle hands. "Shawn?" her voice was amused and he snapped out of his trance.

"Sorry Jules, what did you say? I completely zoned out..."

Her hand closed around the bag she wanted and she smirked. "Nothing important. Tempting is it?" she wiggled her ass in his direction and he groaned, practically pulling his zipper apart in his impatience and haste to get his jeans off. Juliet pulled the bag out and sat up on the edge, setting it onto the covers and when she heard his pants hit the floor, she finally looked around at him. He stretched, arms above his head and his whole body on display. She ran her gaze over him, up and down until she was satisfied and he was well and truly pleased with himself. "Get that sexy ass over here," she shook her head and reached out, tugging on his wrist and pulling him over until he was knelt on the bed next to her. She ignored the severe temptation to stroke his cock for him and instead emptied the contents of the bag onto the comforter.

Shawn's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas and he exhaled loudly. "Wow... You must have had an interesting afternoon shopping," he mumbled, reaching down to search through the stuff. He came back up with a pair of padded handcuffs, which he looked relieved to see. "Thank God, I was starting to get funny looks from Gus every time he saw my arms covered in 'rope burns'. Not that rope burns are any easier to explain than handcuff marks," he chuckled and she pressed a kiss to his abused wrist.

"I thought it night be a good purchase. It was also pretty distracting arresting people with the same handcuffs I'd been using on you," she laughed and he set them aside to dive back into the other products she'd brought. His eyes landed on the riding crop and the expression on his face was almost comical as he picked it up and twirled it in his hands.

"Damn Jules, you're kinkier than I thought... You ah, think you could use this on me? You're loving boyfriend?" he asked, eyebrow raised as she plucked it out of his hands and let her fingers run across the leather. The supple crop creaked softly under the pressure of her fingers as her eyes met his. He swallowed heavily at that lust filled look in her eyes.

"Only when you're a very bad boy," she leaned in close and he moaned, letting her run the end over his stomach and down, stopping just before the tip of his straining cock.

"Holy shit babe," he swallowed as she pulled back and set the crop to one side. She motioned for him to keep exploring the things she'd bought and he had to shake himself out of the little daze that he'd just fallen into. This woman was going to be the death of him. They'd only experimented lightly in the past with bondage and maybe a little spanking here and there, but that riding crop looked both intimidating and exciting all at the same time. He didn't know what he wanted more- to use it on her or to have it used on him. He never knew he had a thing for domination until Juliet had come along. There was just something so sexy, so arousing about how bad ass she was. There wasn't a woman on earth who could hold a candle to her in his opinion. She could take down a man twice her size and he knew he was no match for her. He was just barely a match for Gus, for Christ's sake and Gus was the wimpiest man he knew.

Anyway, she was definitely the dominant one in their relationship and God, did that turn him on something fierce.

He went back to looking and he placed each item to the side as he went. A blindfold- a proper one this time because the scarf they'd been using was useless sometimes and slipped off far too easily when they got a little too... vigorous. There was a crack in the wall behind the headboard from a few times when they'd gotten a little rough. How the neighbors hadn't complained yet was beyond him. There was a silk scarf that felt like water when he ran in through his fingers. She took it from him and did the same thing, before setting it aside. "I'm doing something extra fun with that," she grinned and he smirked, before continuing. He knew better than to ask her plans for the night. She was tight lipped about this kind of stuff and she gave nothing away. The last few items were two bottles of lubricant that he lifted and raised an eyebrow at.

"Well, now I'm curious... We've never needed this before," he motioned to the tops of her thighs and she knew what he was getting at. She plucked a bottle from his hand and turned it in hers.

"I thought we'd give it a try. Besides, I already have something in mind for it but-"

"I'll have to wait and see?" he finished and she nodded, tossing it aside and lifting the handcuffs.

"Let's get you set up baby," she rattled them in his direction and Shawn couldn't help himself. He was officially hers to do whatever she wanted with. She was magnificent, beautiful, a goddess with handcuffs and a blindfold. How had he'd he even managed to snag her from the grasp of that billionaire asshole in the first place? He didn't have a clue. He moved forward on the bed and gripped her waist, pulling her into his chest and promptly capturing her lips in a breath stealing kiss. She moaned hotly under the assault, the handcuffs falling from her fingers as she wrapped her arms around his neck to get ever closer. His tongue met hers, cock pressed into her belly and their breathing became heavy. The longer they kissed, the more reluctant they were to pull apart but eventually Shawn managed to tear himself away, leaving a breathless Juliet in his wake. "What was that for? she asked, her chest heaving with every breath.

"Thought I might as well feel a bit manly tonight," he joked but her grip on the back of his neck only tightened when he tried to pull away.

"Hey," she nuzzled him. "There's nothing unmanly about liking to be dominated by your girlfriend," she assured him, nipping at his bottom lip and curving into his touch when he rested his hands on her hips.

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Shawn, if it did do you think I would have gone out and bought all this stuff today? It turns me on. I like it just as much as you. You're still my big, manly man," she purred and he laughed against her shoulder, kissing her throat and then her jawline. "I love dominating you and I love it when you do it me. I love it when we don't do it at all and we just have regular old vanilla sex," she giggled when he butted his forehead against hers affectionately. She pushed back against him, their noses rubbing together. It reminded her so much of all those years ago, 'close talking' in the Station with their younger selves. "I love it when we take our time and when we just have a quickie somewhere risky. I love being with you whatever we do and whatever we try. I love that you know just what I need when I need it. What I'm saying Shawn, is that... I- I love... I," she trailed off when she realized he was staring at her with wide eyes. "I mean- I don't know. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Jules, I love you too baby," Shawn kissed her forehead, a grin on his face. "We also have that whole speech on camera," he reminded her and she slapped his shoulder, snorting softly. She kissed his shoulder and picked up the handcuffs again.

"Okay, smart ass. On your back before I change my mind."

"Whatever you want Detective," he complied with one last stolen kiss that she didn't have the heart to scold him for. "Will we need a safety word or not?" he asked, maneuvering around her on the bed before sitting down with his back against the railings of their headboard. She looked down at the things on the comforter thoughtfully. It was always best to use one when he was going to be blindfolded and handcuffed. If she couldn't see his eyes when he said 'stop' then she never knew if he was serious or if he was just adding to the experience. Sometimes the teasing went on too long and he would plead for her to stop but his eyes always screamed for more. If he said their code word though, she knew he was serious and she gave him a little breathing room for a while. It worked both ways. So, in this case with a blindfold, it was a yes.

"I don't think you'll be using it but just to be sure let's go with pineapple," she smiled fondly and so did he. She straddled his thighs with hers and leaned forward into him while he slipped his wrists through the bars. She snapped the handcuffs into place with two soft clicks, making sure they were going to hold before sitting back. "Comfy?" He shifted and tested them, slipping down the bed into a more relaxed position with his arms above his head.

"They're definitely more comfortable than yours Jules," he noted with relief. She eyed them as the chain in the middle scraped against the dark rail they were wrapped around.

"Mmm... Quite a bit flimsier though. So don't tug too hard or you'll break them," her lips pecked his forehead before she reached behind her and found the blindfold, dangling it between her fingers in front of his face. "I'm really looking forward to this," she smirked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"I think you just like to torture me."

"Well, there's that too," Juliet assured him, before falling forwards and nuzzling his neck with her lips. She kissed her way along his throat and up to his chin, finding his mouth and parting his lips with her tongue. His stubble scraped her skin pleasantly and she was suddenly glad she hadn't asked him to shave before he arrived tonight. While she kissed him, she urged him to lift his head from their pillows and she covered his eyes with the blindfold, tying it firmly at the back of his head. "Tight enough?" she asked, breath hot on his lips and her fingers scratching lightly through his thick hair underneath the string. He nodded, swallowing when she pressed a feather light kiss on the corner of his mouth. His breathing was already heavy and the hand she placed on his chest was met with the excited strum of his heart under her fingertips.

When this had started, Shawn had been the one with the kink. With the fascination of being at her mercy that she hadn't really understood at the time. But she was in love with him- had been for years. He wasn't perfect by a long shot but he was so important to her it was almost unbelievable . So she'd listened when he'd told her and in return she'd found herself sharing her own little fantasies with him. The memory that would stay with her forever was getting home and finding him that fireman's outfit. God, she'd come so many times that night and he'd been amazing. So they'd tried out some of his when they got tired of the Kama Sutra.

She'd been a little intimidated at first to say the least but she'd never judged his quirks in the bedroom. Shawn was such a good lover that she was often spoiled rotten in the bedroom and it was only right that she repaid him for it. Eventually she found that his kinks were becoming hers as well. There was something so hot, so toe-curling about the way he was at her mercy, his world dark and his hands unable to move. Not only that, but sweet Jesus the noises- the noises- that she could draw from his throat when she made him cum after hours of teasing him, of denying him that release... Those noises were like a drug. After a while she became addicted. She craved him. They would lie there afterwards in the glow of their orgasms and just let it wash over them. She felt so close to him in those moments.

She drew the tip of her finger around the back of his head and down the side of his strong jaw, before slipping the tip between his lips. He sucked softly and she smiled even though he couldn't see. His cock was resting against his thigh, just waiting for the party to head south. Her free hand found the end of the silk scarf and she pulled it out from underneath her boyfriend. She smoothed it down where it was wrinkled and pulled her hand free from his mouth. He grumbled a bit when she moved off of him to shimmy down the bed further and rest between his legs. "Now, Mister Spencer..." his whole body tensed and he knew things were about to get a whole lot more frustrating for him. He was dead right. "Are you going to be a good boy for me or am I going to have to restrain you even more?"

"I'll be good Detective," his voice was breathless and while he sounded as sincere as he could, the beaming smirk on his face told her otherwise.

She grinned. "I doubt that very much." With those words still hanging in the warm air, she looped the scarf around the base of his cock, under his balls and tugged it tight, just loose enough so it wouldn't cut off the circulation and firm enough to make his hips raise from the bed and a moan leave his throat.

"I knew you were going to do something fun with that," he uttered, breathless already at the tight sensation and half way to begging for her mouth around him. But he was stronger than that, even if he didn't give himself the credit. He wouldn't start begging until she got into the really good stuff. Sometimes he managed to hold off on begging at all- but it wasn't very often. Only when he wanted to be particularly defiant and Juliet was always impressed with his willpower in those situations. He had a great feeling that he wouldn't be holding off tonight though. Her finger was under his chin, tilting his face upwards in an instant and he was a little surprised at how quickly and quietly she'd moved from between his legs. He swallowed when he lips ghosted over his.

"Good boys only speak when spoken to, Shawn. Answer yes or no if you understand."

Oh fuck.

"Yes Detective," he answered obediently because Juliet didn't mess around with her punishments. Not that he didn't enjoy them but right now, he wanted his reward so much more than he wanted to rebel. So he gladly followed her rules. She smiled at his compliance, even though he couldn't see her do it and pressed a kiss to his lips before moving back along his body again. Her lips left a sizzling trail as she licked, nipped and sucked on his skin wherever she could reach on her journey. She nipped along his collarbone, feeling his chest rise and fall as he pulled in deep breaths. She dipped her tongue into the hollow of his throat, her eyes watching his face as his lips parted and she moved her mouth upwards. Picking the perfect place for everyone to see, she bit down on his neck and sucked hard, leaving an impressive hickey when she pulled away.

Shawn had groaned softly but followed her rules and didn't protest at her marking him. She brushed her thumb over the mark she'd left, quite proud of her handy work. It didn't hurt to have a message that said he was her man, so hands off. Leaving the forming bruise, she continued on her journey to drive him completely mad and her tongue blazed a trail across his chest. She flicked her thumbs over his nipples and around, before lapping at one. She nibbled softly and that drew a strangled sound from the back of his throat as he barely stopped himself from saying her name.

The other nipple received that same attention and by the time Juliet had worked her way down to his abdomen, Shawn desperately resisting the urge to beg her to suck on him. His cock was throbbing and it didn't help at all when she gently tugged on the scarf at the base. The whine that was threatening to escape finally did when her breasts brushed over his shaft as she made her way down between his thighs. Her mouth was still occupied though and she let him off with the noise, seeing as she was concentrating. She bit along his hip playfully, her hands flat against his hot skin and her own body reacting to what she was doing. The apex of her thighs was desperate for some attention but she ignored the urge and kept up her task of watching Shawn try to control himself.

He wasn't doing a good job, she smirked as he bit his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

God, he was so fucking sexy.

By conventional standards, Shawn wasn't what she would have called muscle bound. He wasn't ripped and he didn't have washboard abs, or muscles that could impress even Superman. He was just a normal guy. Her teenage self had always dreamed of a rippling guy to sweep her off her feet and sometimes when she thought back she couldn't quite believe what she'd found attractive at that age. She almost rolled her eyes at her younger self. This man in front of her was the very definition of sexy in her opinion. She ran her fingertips over his stomach, scratching her nails through the happy trail under his belly button. He didn't work out and his diet was atrocious, but years of running from criminals had given him the faint definition that she just loved to run her tongue over. He'd lost a little weight recently and it was just enough to make his hips dip into a noticeable 'V' shape that led down to his gorgeous cock.

He had freckles on the tops of his thighs from God knows where and that scar on his chest that she'd rested her head against so often that he'd eventually had to tell her about it. He had another scar on his knee and a third one on his back that was barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't looking closely. Thank God for back rubs or she'd never have seen it, she smiled, purposely avoiding his cock on her way down.

The smile became a smirk when he grit his teeth and she knew he was a hairs breadth from breaking and begging her to give him a blow job. That was her eventual intention but she wasn't going to give in that easily.

Anyhow, when she looked at Shawn, his imperfections just made him even more attractive. She didn't care that he couldn't bench press a small car or keep up with her in the gym. All that mattered was that he could keep up with her in bed and he'd more than proven his ability to satisfy her. A lot of the time it was her was left breathless, needing a break while he was raring to go again. She'd asked him about it one day and his reply and made her laugh so hard she'd almost fallen out of the bed. He'd informed her that he didn't enjoy doing anything physical, unless he was doing her. Damn, no one made sex fun like Shawn did.

Her hand gripped his thighs and she pushed them even further apart, her lips so close to his shaft that he could just shift and have her against him. But he didn't move because he knew better than to test her. He stayed perfectly still, silently willing her to give him what he was longing for. She did no such thing. Instead, she pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock and moved away again with a laugh. He flopped back against the bed in disappointment, frowning and desperately trying not to beg her. She moved off to his side and leaned against his chest, her fingers stroking his hair.

"Is there something you want Shawn? Yes or no?"

"Yes," his voice was strained and he felt like he was going to explode. She quirked an eyebrow and cleared her throat to let him know he'd forgotten something. He quickly righted himself. "I mean, yes, Detective..." his voice dropped an octave and her face lit up. Oh, so he was trying to give her the old seductive voice was he? He knew how much she loved him talking dirty to her and she couldn't believe that even when he was at her mercy, he was still trying to flip it around. So, she would let him play his little game for a moment.

"What is it you want?"

"I want you to suck my cock... Detective," he added on the end, his lips curling up into a grin. She trailed a nail over his jawline, humming happily at his reply. "I think I've been good enough up to now." She thought he had too but that didn't mean she was going to do it. She wanted to get off first because what she had planned for him would be enough to tire even him out for at least an hour or two. So instead of giving in to him, she fisted a hand in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Her tongue dipped in against his just briefly before she pulled back and let him go, a moan escaping before she answered him.

"To get something you have to give something Shawn. Make me come with your tongue and I'll suck your cock for you, just like you want me to. Since you've been such a well behaved prisoner tonight. Agreed?" she asked, breath hot on his ear as her hard nipples grazed his chest. Truth be told, she really needed to get off because it was becoming harder to concentrate on her plan the more her clit made it's presence known between her legs. He nodded enthusiastically into her neck and she nibbled his ear briefly before sitting back up. She moved forward, using the rail at the head of the bed to steady herself as she knelt over his face.

She swallowed a moan when his stubble scraped the inside of her thigh as he tilted his head upwards to find her. Her pussy was swollen and desperate for attention when his tongue finally flicked out and pushed in between her lips. She shuddered immediately from the contact and the second her arousal hit Shawn's tongue he turned greedy, in desperate need of more. He grunted, pushing his face up harder because he was technically going in blind and he had to rely on feelings and the memory from doing this a thousand times before. Juliet's fingers threaded through his hair and she tugged on him gently. She didn't need to guide him at all. Shawn knew exactly where to lick and to suck on her to drive her crazy.

This was something that she'd only ever experienced with Shawn and damn, he never let her down. He'd spent hours between her legs, pumping his fingers in slow strokes to bring orgasm after orgasm tearing from her body and leaving her a boneless puddle on the bed. He knew how to play her like an instrument and there were so many times when she'd worn a skirt just to goad him into fingering her in public.

His tongue stroked lazy, practiced circles around her clit, never touching it but drawing the little bundle of nerves out even more. Her thighs were trembling from the effort of keeping herself upright and her hips began to gently rock on his face. He moaned softly against her sensitive skin and the vibrations made her pant out his name. He made more noise, letting her know he was enjoying himself immensely between her legs.

"Need your hands down here Jules," he informed her softly and she completely forgot to scold him for speaking in her haste to comply and reach her peak. She parted her lips with two fingers and Shawn met her with a renewed vigor now that he had better access.

Her other hand stayed in his hair, tightening as her jaw went slack and her panting began to become louder and more noticeable. She could feel Shawn's tongue run against the sides of her fingers as he flicked her clit back and forth with a skill that she swore he'd traded to Devil for. She was openly rocking now, riding his mouth for all she was worth. His mouth left her clit for a moment and his tongue dipped inside of her, as deep as he could go. She cried out his name, swearing afterwards and deeply regretting not freeing his hands for this.

But it was her only moment of weakness because as soon as his mouth sucked on her clit again, her mind went blank and a loud noise of satisfaction tore from her throat as she came as a shuddering, panting wreck. Shawn kept his tongue moving, drawing out her orgasm and earning every single 'fuck me, Shawn' she screamed out while she crashed over the edge. She all but collapsed against the railing in front of her when he finally pulled his mouth away and she was left with a delicious wet feeling between her thighs. "Oh my God," she exhaled slowly, trying to regain any sense of control she'd once had over the situation. Hnngh, was the most coherent thought she had until she heard Shawn speaking.

"Was that good enough for a reward Detective?" he asked innocently, but she could hear the underlying smugness in his tone. She didn't care. He deserved to be smug after that. Her legs felt like jelly as she moved off of him and when she squeezed her thighs together, her body trembled with an aftershock.

"Fuck," she whispered to herself, gripping the bed sheets and attempting to right herself. Shawn had relaxed back into the bed and a smirk was threatening to grace his face. She couldn't have that. She wiped off the smug look with a sharp tug on the scarf that was still tied firmly around the base of his cock. He gasped loudly and swore when he felt her push his legs apart again. She settled between them, tracing a finger over his shaft lightly. "You're always so well behaved Shawn," she breathed, the tip of her tongue finding the head of his cock and brushing shapes over him, just hard enough to make him tug at the handcuffs that held him in place. Juliet eyed them with a frown.

They really were flimsy compared to her Police issue ones but that was to be expected really. You get what you pay for. She just hoped they were tough enough to withstand Shawn pulling at them like that. She went back to the task at hand, pushing his legs apart as far as they could go and smirking at the sight of him so exposed and vulnerable. Placing a hand on his abdomen, she circled her fingers around his shaft at last and began to stroke him. She knew the scarf would hold off his climax as long as she needed it to, for her little surprise. But right now, the look of relief on Shawn's face was almost comical as he finally got what he wanted in the form of her lips lowering onto the tip of his dick.

He grunted and attempted to thrust upwards to feel more of the hot wet heat, but Juliet pushed his hips back down and released him completely when he did. He whimpered out an apology, needing her to put her hand back where it had been and she flashed a smug look at the camera that was still recording them on the dresser, just for him to see later when they were re-watching this back. She cupped his balls this time, squeezing gently and pulling an absolutely trembling moan from his chest. He was clearly desperate for her to actually put her mouth on him and so she complied at last, ducking her head and taking him into her mouth.

She took him in as far as she could, before hollowing her cheeks and pulling back slowly. The handcuffs rattled again and she continued to fondle his balls as she sucked. After a few, excruciatingly slow bobs of her head, she pulled back and smiled. His jaw was slack and his hand were curled into fists as he enjoyed himself. She continued to stroke him with her hand, right from the base and up to the tip which was wet with his pre-cum and her saliva. "Does that feel good baby?" she purred and he nodded. Her hand paused.

"Y-yes Detective," he stuttered out a quick answer and she resumed her motions, finally reaching across the covers for the lube she'd shown him earlier. She flicked open the lid of the squeezy bottle with one hand before pouring a liberal amount onto the head of his cock and letting it trickle down. He jumped at the sensation before realizing what it was and relaxing again as her movements were made slicker and easier. She jerked him off smoothly as she bit her lip at what she was about to do next. He was either going to kill her or come harder than he ever had before in his life.

She poured more onto her fingers and coated her whole hand in it. Shawn was thrusting upwards now into her hand, desperately trying to find his release and he had no idea that she was planning something a little extra for him. It was only when he felt her fingers somewhere completely new that he stopped thrusting and moving altogether. Juliet saw him freeze and she licked her lips when they went dry. He didn't question her though, or tell her to stop. She continued to rub her palm over his cock, squeezing gently and urging him to continue moving. She would look after him. He gave her a silent nod in answer to her equally silent question.

He trusted her wholeheartedly.

With his permission, she poured more lube onto her fingers and pushed one inside. She'd never heard Shawn make a noise like it in her whole life. He gave a half whimper half roar of pleasure and thrust against her harder than he had before. The handcuffs were straining against his wrists but he didn't even notice because fucking hell, her finger was inside him and it felt fucking amazing. Juliet thrust slowly, giving him time to adjust. It didn't seem like he needed it though as he arched and bucked like he was wild on the bed. She could feel herself become aroused again as she continued to pleasure him. She didn't stop him when he started to speak again either.

"Fuck Jules, oh my God..." he whined loudly, as she kept up the pace with both hands. "I've never- fuck- oh fuck!" he was breathless and panting just like she'd been minutes before and she was insanely glad that she'd finally tried this. His reaction was amazing and the way he was writhing on the bed was like he was being electrocuted with a thousand volts and loving every single second of it too.

She lowered her head when she got a good rhythm going and began to suck harder on him than she had before. He was going completely crazy under the double assault and her tongue was hot and skilled as she swirled it around him. He'd never felt pleasure quite like it before because damn, Juliet was really giving it her all tonight. He was suddenly very glad they'd skipped their date night. He could feel himself heading quickly towards his peak and he was pretty sure Juliet knew he was almost there as well.

She sped her movements up, her mouth moving quicker and her finger pumping faster than before. Without thinking much about it though, she curled her finger inside him and Shawn's eyes widened when she hit his prostate.

Juliet didn't know what had hit her. Several things happened at once. Shawn's hips thrust up powerfully as he came, his cum hitting the back of her throat and surprising her with the intensity of his orgasm. He yelled her name so loudly that she was pretty sure they heard it all the way in the bottom apartment and Shawn yanked so hard on his bonds that the flimsy chain finally snapped around the pressure. One hand went to her hair and the other fisted in the sheets as he came so hard he saw stars at one point. Juliet swallowed around him until he was spent and his fingers loosened in her hair as he collapsed back against the bed in sheer exhaustion. His chest heaved and he was covered in alight sheen on sweat.

She pulled away from his at last and let him alone to recover for a second. When he made it clear he could barely move his arms, she smiled and unlocked the now broken handcuffs, tossing them aside and gently undoing the knot in the blindfold. She pulled it off to see his fully dazed expression as he seemed to be trying to comprehend what had just happened. She decided to give him a moment to catch his breath, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up and then appearing a few minutes later with a washcloth for him.

He was still in the same position, with the same awed expression on his face. She smiled, switching off the video camera while she remembered before heading back to the bed. "Aw baby, did I break you?" she asked kindly, pressing a kiss to his forehead when she bent over him. Her voice seemed to draw him out of his pleasure induced coma and he managed to reply.

"A little," he answered, his throat dry as he attempted to recover. She stroked his hair softly and wiped his forehead with the cool cloth before washing the lube from his softening cock and throwing it into the hamper in the corner.

"Did you enjoy it? I wasn't sure about doing it at first..." she knelt beside his exhausted form, stroking his stomach soothingly.

"Jules babe," he pulled her down on top of him, capturing her lips with a deep, passionate kiss that lasted until they were both breathless again. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met. Never ever change," he informed her and she glowed with pride at having made him so happy. She didn't regret it at all now. She'd been a little worried when he'd gone comatose there for a moment but now that he expressed his gratitude, she was very glad she'd thought of it. "Be prepared to get some serious payback for that. I'm going to owe you favours from now until the end of eternity and I'm going to fill every single one as often as possible," he nuzzled her as she curled up against him.

"I'm glad you had fun Shawn, but you owe me for a new pair of padded handcuffs," she laughed and he gave a smug grin, his arm wrapping around her as they relaxed. "I bet you're glad we caught that on camera."

"God, I forgot about the camera," he said suddenly. "We're going to have to hide that DVD when Gus comes around for movie night. Don't want to scar my best friend for life... Well, at least not that way," a chuckle followed his mental image and she shook her head. This was what a good relationship was about. Laughing together, great sex and missing your date night for something much more exhausting. She stroked lazy circles on his chest until they were half asleep and practically snoring. Shawn managed to mumble out something super quickly before sleep claimed him for the next few hours. "Love you, Detective."

She smiled contentedly.

"Love you too, Shawn."

A/N: I've been gone forever. I know. I'm a huge asshole for leaving you all hanging. I really wanted to not only write this story, but also to get it out before the last ever episode (I'm still not adjusting to saying THAT) and I hope it'll tide you all over smut wise for a while. I've been on Jury Duty for the last month which as been a whole world of fun (NOT) and on my very last day I got picked for a trial that lasted two weeks. Hurrah.

Anyway, I wanted to do a kinky Shules oneshot and I have done forever, so here it is! I'm aware I use the term kinky very loosely because my all standards this is tame as hell but I wasn't about to go dropping ball gags and sex swings all over the place and throwing you all in at the deep end. So I kept it pretty easy to swallow... wrong choice of words.

I made Shawn the submissive because let's face it, when it comes to Shules, Juliet is the one who wears the pantsuit around the house!

And now onto sadder things. Psych is ending tomorrow (although I still hold out hope for a TV Movie) and I wanted to say goodbye to it in my own unique way (I suppose you could call dirty nasty kinky sex between two of the characters 'unique') so I knew I'd have to post this before the last episode aired. I'll still be around writing when I can so I'm not saying goodbye to the Psych world just yet. It'll take a whole lot of therapy for me to be ready to do that. I already choke up just thinking about writing my last ever oneshot... Oh God... I need to go eat something before I burst into tears.

Good luck and God bless my beautiful fellow Psych-o's. It has and always will be a pleasure to write for you and I hope to do so for a long time to come.

Reviews are like sticks and stones. They may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!