Lassiter woke first. He almost panicked; he had no idea where he was nor the time other than the fact that it was after nightfall, if the skyline from the open window was anything to go by. But then he looked down at the body curled up in his arms and smiled as the memories of earlier came flooding back to him.
Who’d have thought that Carlton Lassiter would wake up next to a naked Shawn Spencer sleeping peacefully in his arms? He laughed softly at the thought. His laugh, however, stirred Shawn, who looked up at the detective with sleep laden eyes. His expression went from confused to content as he smiled at Lassiter. Then, the man dropped his face into the pillow and mumbled something, but the words were incoherent through the fabric of the pillow.
“What, Shawn?”
The psychic turned his head. “What time is it?” He asked, his voice husky from disuse.
Lassiter turned to the clock on the desk behind him. “Eight-thirty, why?”
Just then, realization dawned on both men. “Shit!” They said in unison.
Lassiter stepped out of bed and grabbed his clothes in record speed. Shawn, however, had no such luck. When he tried to stand up, a stinging pain went up his back and he yelped, falling to the floor.
Lassiter turned to the resounding thud, panicking when he realized it was Shawn. “Shawn!” He said, though when he got over to the man in pain, he was just brushed off.
“I’m fine, Lassie. I guess we just played it a little too rough last night.”
The older man blushed. “Sorry…”
Shawn smiled. “It’s fine. Besides,” he smirked devilishly. “Totally worth it!”
Lassiter rolled his eyes, but helped Shawn up anyways. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Can you help me to the bathroom? I need to take a warm bath.”
Lassiter nodded and took him to the bathroom, running warm water in the tub. “Shawn?”
“Yeah, Lassie?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m curious. Have you ever been with…” Lassiter didn’t know how to phrase it without sounding rude.
“With another man?” Shawn finished helpfully. Lassiter nodded. “Yeah, but I’ve never bottomed before.”
Lassiter looked confused. “Bottomed?”
Shawn smirked. “You know, Lassie, with as good of gay sex as you give, you are clueless on the terms.”
The detective’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I’ll just take that as a compliment.”
Shawn laughed. “But, in all seriousness, bottoming is when you take instead of give. You topped, obviously.”
“Okay,” Lassiter said. Then, “Wait. You’ve never… bottomed before?”
“No.” At Lassiter’s confused look, Shawn decided to tell him why. “I’ve always topped because I think bottoming takes too much trust. I’ve just never trusted anyone until now.” Shawn smiled. “I guess you could say you completely took away my gay virginity.” He laughed.
Lassiter turned the water off and helped Shawn into the tub, who hissed in protest. “Shawn?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
This time Shawn was confused. “For what?”
“For trusting me.”
The gypsy smiled. “No problem. It is a weird thought though, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“I have a right to say that you’re my first.” Shawn smiled.
Lassiter leaned forward, kissing Shawn on the forehead. “Yeah. I guess you do.”
“Well,” Shawn said. “As much as I’d appreciate the view, you should probably get dressed. I don’t think Hera would appreciate us being naked when she gets here.”
Lassiter nodded and walked out to put his clothes on. After he was dressed he went over to Shawn’s closet and pulled out a shirt, boxers, and some jeans that Shawn could wear. He walked into the bathroom again to see Shawn staring in his mirror at the bite marks on his neck. Lassiter leaned on the doorway, admiring Shawn and waiting for him to turn around. When he did, the gypsy yelped. “Uh…”
Lassiter sat the clothes on the sink and walked over to Shawn. He leaned in close to the brunette, his lips a hair’s length away from Shawn’s. “You know,” he said in a deep voice, making Shawn unsuccessfully resist a shiver down his spine. “It’s okay to admire them. I didn’t bite you to cover them up.”
Shawn gasped when Lassiter’s lips finally pressed against his. It was a tender kiss not filled with pent up sexual tension, but was filled with the same amount of passion. They split up much too soon, but both knew they needed to be dressed.
Shawn put his clothes on, then went to the mirror and grimaced. “My hair is awful.”
“You know, with phrases like that, it’s no wonder you’re gay.” Lassiter teased.
Shawn just glared, but it held no real malice. “Maybe I like to look good and not like a school boy, unlike the Head Detective in my bathroom.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do about it?” Lassiter smirked, defiantly crossing his arms.
Shawn crossed the bathroom to Lassiter and took off his suit jacket. He then proceeded to roll the sleeves up on his dress shirt just passed his elbows and untucked the shirt from his pants. “There. Now you don’t look like a school boy.” Shawn smiled.
Lassiter looked down at himself. If Shawn thought he looked presentable then he would go with it. “You should leave your hair alone. I like the way it looks.”
“What? Like trash?” Shawn said as he stared back into the mirror.
“No.” Lassiter answered as he wrapped his arms around Shawn’s middle. Kissing him on the neck, he said, “I rather like this look.”
“And what would you call this ‘look’?” Shawn asked, bending his neck to allow the detective better access.
“Ravished.” Lassiter said simply.
Shawn smirked. “You make a valid point, detective.”
Just then, the two men heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Lassiter asked Shawn.
“It’s Hera. He aura is unmistakable.” Shawn answered. “C’mon. Let’s go and greet her.”
Shawn took Lassiter’s hand and led him to the front door. He let go of his hand only to open the door. “Hey, Hera! It’s good to see you!”
Hera steeped into the apartment. As she did, Lassiter studied her. She was shorter than Shawn and older than Henry. Her hair was long and silver. It was pulled back into a loose braid. Her attire consisted of a pink dress shirt and black dress pants along with some high heels.
Lassiter wasn’t the only one studying someone. The minute Hera walked into the apartment she knew. “You two slept together, didn’t you?”
Shawn’s eyes grew wide and Lassiter’s face turned red. “Hera!” Shawn yelled.
Hera smiled. “Don’t worry, Shawn. I told you I will not judge you. Especially now that I’ve met Detective Lassiter in person. He’s confirmed my suspicions.”
Lassiter narrowed his eyes at the woman. “What suspicions?”
Hera smiled. “Why don’t we take a seat?”
Shawn guided everyone to the couch. Hera sat in the side chair. “So, to get straight to the point…” Hera said. “Shawn, Lassiter, you two are what the gypsy community calls Soul Mates.”
Shawn’s eyes widened. “Wha…”
“I’m sorry, what?” Lassiter asked.
Are you two deaf? I said you two are Soul Mates!”
“How do you know this?” Lassiter asked, needing no explanation as to what a Soul Mate was. Shawn, however, was still speechless.
“Well, my suspicions first started when Shawn came to me saying he couldn’t read you.”
“What does that mean?”
Hera turned to Shawn. “Care to elaborate?”
Shawn blinked, coming back to the present. He turned to face Lassiter. “Not being able to read you means I can’t see your aura, feel your emotions, or see your past and future. My powers are useless on you.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Hera began to speak again. “This is because Shawn’s soul sees you as a part of him. Shawn can’t do any of that with himself either.”
“What confirmed your suspicions?” Lassiter asked.
“I saw both of your auras. They’ve changed to match each other. They’re the same color and everything. Your auras also keep interlacing.” Hera smiled. “Your bond is very strong. I’ve never met two people, Soul Mates or not, with a bond as strong as yours.”
That made the two men smile at each other. “Okay, Lassiter,” Hera started. “I’m required to do this now that you’re Shawn’s Soul Mate.”
“Do what?”
“You are going to be a permanent part of Shawn’s life, regardless of if you want to be. You understand this, yes?” She asked.
“Of course.” He said without hesitation.
“Then you must also know this grants you access to gypsy secrets. You must know them to keep him safe.”
The detective’s eyes widened. He had so many questions, but instead he just calmed down and said, “Alright.”
Shawn leaned over to Lassiter’s side and kissed him on the cheek. “This is a good day.” Shawn said. He scooted closer to Lassiter, said man rolling his eyes, muttering, “Come here”, and pulling Shawn into his lap.
Hera smiled, watching the interaction between the two. They were adorable together. “Well, let’s get this lesson underway, shall we?”
“Okay.” Shawn said.
“Shawn, tell Lassiter what it means to be a gypsy.”
The sudden change in the tone of Hera's voice shocked Lassiter. It was as if she went from this mother figure who was meeting her son's significant other for the first time to a strict teacher. It didn't phase Shawn apparently because he just listened without missing a beat. As Shawn began speaking, he grabbed Lassiter's hands and wrapped them around his waist. “A gypsy is a human, just like everyone else. We are born for a purpose, just like everyone else, and we don't know what that purpose is, just like everyone else. We never hurt others and we respect those who deserve it, not those who don't. We live and breathe because Fate put us here to find our purpose. We don't discriminate because we know that everyone comes from the same heart. We separate ourselves from the powerless not because we are better or superior; we are not. We separate ourselves because we have made it our goal to protect the powerless, just as they do us. In order to protect the powerless, however, we mustn't tell them what is out there. If we told them the truth, the powerless would become fearful, and that is not our goal.”
Lassiter soaked all of this information in like a sponge. “What is out there?” He asked.
Shawn swallowed nervously. If it were him in Lassiter's place, it would be a lot to take in. “Did you know that every fiction story has a bit of truth?”
“Vampires?” Lassiter asked.
“Not sparkly.” Shawn answered.
“Werewolves?”
“Currently at war with the vampires.”
“Shapeshifters?”
Shawn smiled. “Those people are great actors and actresses. I've met a few. They are nice people.”
“How about Scientology?”
Shawn laughed. “Now that story is the only exception to the rule. They are one-hundred and ten percent powerless and one-hundred and fifty percent crazy.”
“Huh.” Lassiter said simply.
“Shawn?” Hera began. “Tell him our weaknesses.”
“Oh! Right! Well, we are bound by red silk. Our powers are useless if we come into direct contact with it. Another thing that binds us is a contract written on a blessed parchment known as gypsy scroll. Basically, if we sign our name on a contract written on it, we cannot break that contract else we cause ourselves pain. We can be killed just like the powerless.”
“I'm assuming the powerless are anyone that doesn't have gypsy abilities.” When Shawn nodded, he continued. “But why red silk?”
“Well, red is the color of blood and silk is the garb of the rich. In ancient times, the rich were horrible people who used their money for their own personal gain. In our world, red and silk symbolize death and selfishness. Fate decided to use this to its advantage by using red silk as a defense mechanism in case we tried to use our powers negatively.”
“That's very good, Shawn.” Hera complimented, smiling. “Now we have today's lesson.” She motioned for the men to stand up and face each other, which they did. “This lesson will be for the both of you. It is about the Soul Mate bond.”
Shawn smiled at Lassiter. “Okay!” He said enthusiastically.
“Lassiter? I want you to order Shawn to do something. Shawn? I want you to say, no.”
The two men looked confused, but complied. Lassiter said the first order he could think of. “Shawn, put your hands against the wall.”
Shwawn opened his mouth to say no, but what came out was, “Okay.” To Lassiter's amazement Shawn put his hands on the wall.
“What just happened?” Lassiter asked.
“It's called the Dominant's Command. Shawn is your Submissive. As the Submissive, he has to do what you tell him to until you say otherwise.”
“Come here, Shawn.”
Shawn released the wall and walked over to Lassiter.
“Now, Shawn. I want you to initiate a kiss. Lassiter, you will let him.” Shawn glared at his mentor, who just gave him a shocked look. “I'm not a damned voyeur! Just do it!”
Shawn, shrugging his shoulders, turned to Lassiter doing exactly as he was told. He cupped Lassiter's cheeks, pressing his lips to Lassiter's. They both lost themselves in the kiss, but when Shawn tried to dominate the kiss, Lassiter immediately grabbed Shawn's wrists and pushed him agains the wall a little too hard, making Shawn gasp, giving Lassiter control again. The detective soon came to his senses at how hard he pushed Shawn. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I'm sorry.” He then kissed Shawn's temple in apology.
“I'm fine.”
Lassiter turned to Hera. “What was that?”
“That was your show of dominance. As primal as this sounds, you won't let Shawn have dominance because that's not his place.” She explained.
Hera took a deep breath and, to Lassiter, it looked as if she were preparing herself for something. “Now,” she began. “Next thing.”
Hera pulled a pocket knife from her purse. At first, Lassiter thought she was going to make them cut their hands and shake on something like from the movies, but when she proceeded to charge at Shawn with the knife, the detective reacted faster than he ever thought he would be able to. He grabbed her arm and bent it far enough not to break it, but enough to cause her to drop the knife. Not realizing she had another knife, she reached over to stab Lassiter but this time Shawn reacted. He held out his hand, causing Hera to stop in her tracks. He then moved his hand over to the wall where she followed, knife still in her hand. He held out his other hand, causing the knife to fly out of her hand and into his.
Lassiter watched this in awe. “Shawn, let her go.” He commanded. Shawn obliged.
“Sorry...” He said, lowering his hand.
Hera blinked when she could control her body again. “Shawn, when did you develop telekinesis and mind control?”
Shawn furrowed his brow in thought. “I think I've had telekinesis... The mind control is new though.” Shawn then proceeded to tell Hera about Marshall and the gun. Well, as much as he could. It was still an ongoing police investigation.
“I see.” She said with a serious look. Then, as quickly as it had come, she smiled. “Well then. I'm sorry for trying to stab you two, but it had to be done.”
Lassiter looked a little skeptic. “I'm sorry if I sound a little pro-life here, but how exactly does attempted murder prove anything?”
“Self-preservation.” She said as if it explained everything. When it didn't, she said, “You both know a human, when in danger, will do anything to stay alive if he or she has the means of doing so, correct?” They nodded and she continued. “Well, this is kind of the same thing. Now that you two are bonded you won't be able to live without the other. Not only are you two highly protective of each other, but you're also – in retrospect to your auras – the same person. By that I mean your auras are the same, as discussed earlier. If one dies, the other will too.”
Lassiter suddenly felt grateful for the Dominant's Command he had over Shawn. That idiot will walk into a furnace if it meant finding a clue. He thought miserably.
Hera sat back down on the chair, prompting the others to sit as well. “So,” she began. “Tell me about how this,” she motioned towards the two of them, meaning their relationship. “Started.”
Shawn's eyes lit up. He began animatedly telling every detail about the two of them. For the next two hours, that's all that was spoken about. Occasionally, Lassiter would interrupt when Shawn would tart veering away from the topic or the truth, but reserved himself, only making a sound when he laughed.
At the end, Hera stood up. “Well, it's getting late. I'll see you both at the next meeting.”
Shawn smiled and led her to the door. After trading goodbyes and Hera's departure, Shawn shut the door.
To Lassiter's surprise, Shawn did a running jump over the coffee table, landing right in the detective’s lap. “Jesus, Shawn!” He managed to get out before he got a mouthful of the psychic.
Shawn thought he'd have to be careful when he kissed Lassiter. The older man was the dominant one and his instincts would take over if Shawn didn't catch himself. However, to Shawn's delight, acting as the Submissive was second nature to him. Earlier, when Hera had told him to dominate the kiss, it felt wrong. His whole being had quickly adjusted to the Submissive role and that made Shawn's heart flutter. They really were made for each other.
Reluctantly, Lassiter broke the kiss, but pressed his forehead against Shawn's. “Are you hungry?” The detective asked. “I can take you somewhere if you'd like.”
As much as Shawn wanted to be out in public with his Soul Mate, it probably wasn't a good idea. Someone might see them and recognize them. That would be awful for Lassiter's career. When the psychic explained this to his boyfriend, he grudgingly agreed.
“I just don’t get why we can’t tell anyone…” Lassiter grumbled.
“Well, for one, a gay Head Detective is going to have problems, particularly with those who are against that sort of thing. Even if we told everyone we are Soul Mates –which we can’t by the way because it’s a gypsy secret – there would still be people who will challenge your authority just because of that and I don’t want to be the cause of your discomfort at the station.”
Lassiter pulled Shawn into a soft yet heartfelt kiss. “Shawn, I don’t like the idea of keeping you as my dirty little secret. You know that, right?”
Shawn buried his face into the detective’s shoulder. “Then what should we do?” He asked.
Lassiter wrapped his arms around the man in his lap. “We could tell people, but only if they ask. We’ll keep it discreet, but we won’t be closed off. Is that okay?”
Shawn sat up, a smile making its way across his features. “Yeah. That’s great.”
Lassiter leaned in, placing a quick kiss on his lover’s lips. “Good. I don’t think I could ever do it, keep you a secret, I mean. I’ve wanted this for far too long.”
Shawn furrowed his brow in thought. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Well you sure have a weird way of showing it.” He mumbled. “How long?”
Lassiter looked away. “I tried to deny it for a while, but when it comes down to it… probably the day you were shot and kidnapped.”
Shawn’s eyes widened. “That long?”
“Well, yeah, why? How long ago did you figure it out?”
Shawn scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “To be honest, I can’t put it to an exact date. I just came to realize what was already there.”
Just then, the detective started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Shawn asked, unable to hide the smile making its way across his face once more.
“Don’t you think it’s ironic?” Lassiter said, a grin spread across his lips, the remnants of his laughter.
“What is?”
“I’m supposed to notice hidden details for a living and you have an eidetic memory along with psychic powers, yet we didn’t notice that happiness was looking us in the face. It was right in front of us and we still didn’t see it!”
“That’s… actually a good point, but you know what they say, if you want to hide something, hid it in plain sight.” Shawn chuckled a bit. “It seems Fate wanted us to have a challenge when it came to our happiness.” Shawn pecked Lassiter on the cheek. He then whispered in the detective’s ear. “I love a challenge.”
Lassiter groaned at the feel of his Soul Mate’s breath on his ear. However, as quick as it had come, it was gone along with the pressure of Shawn’s body in his lap. Damned tease. Lassiter inwardly grumbled.
“So, Lassie. You want me to make you anything specific?”
“That depends. Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”
Shawn smirked. “In your dreams, Lassie.”
“Okay, then what are you going to make?”
“Food!”
Lassiter snorted in disbelief. “You? Cooking? Now this I’ve gotta see.”
Shawn began to pull random ingredients from all around the kitchen. Eventually he had pulled out what Lassiter would guess was the makings of spaghetti.
The detective, while Shawn cooked, leaned against the wall, mesmerized by Shawn. He practically danced around the kitchen, humming a pleasant tune as he cooked.
All too soon, though, the show stopped and Shawn was putting the spaghetti onto plates. Once dished, the psychic handed a plate over to his boyfriend hesitantly. “I didn’t poison it, Lassie. You were watching.”
Lassiter blinked. “That’s not…” He shook his head. The food looked really good so he took a bite. It tasted even better than it looked. “Oh my God.”
Shawn’s eyes widened. “Do you not like it?”
“Shawn, this is amazing! Where did you learn to cook?”
Shawn sighed in relief. “Well, when my mom split to go after her career when I was fifteen, neither my dad nor I knew how to cook. Dad didn’t have the time to figure it out so, when I wasn’t on suicidal rampages, I learned to cook.”
Lassiter nodded. “Shawn, can I ask you a personal question.”
Shawn nodded. “Ask away.”
“Were you mad when your mom left?”
Shawn thought about it. “I’ll admit at first I was, but hey. What kid isn’t when their parent’s career takes precedence over his or her family?”
“What changed?” Lassiter urged.
“I found out why she let her career get the best of her.” At Lassiter’s confusion, Shawn continued. “I’m sure you know I put my dad through hell after my biological mother was… you know. That doesn’t mean I didn’t do the same things to Mom as well. I put her through just as much as my dad.
“I’ll be honest with you. I hated Henry Spencer. I wished every day that he would finally leave me alone so I could live my life or, in my case, end it. Today I realize I hated him because he was my father figure and I connected him with Luke automatically. I was scared to get close to him because I was afraid he would try to hurt me.
“Madeline was a different story. I didn’t hate her, but I sure as hell acted like it. I tried so hard to get her to hate me because then I knew I couldn’t love her. I’d have an excuse not to get attached to her and I could live with the idea that if Henry killed her, I wouldn’t be as devastated as when Luke killed my biological mom.
“But Mom, being the psychologist that she is, saw through everything. When she confronted me about it, I freaked. I told her that she had to leave, or I would.” Shawn closed his eyes, the tears falling down his cheeks. “Mom and Dad signed the divorce papers not long after that.
“I found out later that, before Mom left, she left me a note. It said that I shouldn’t blame the divorce on myself and that she’d been planning this for a while. She said that she wanted to pursue her career because she never wanted to see kids have to go through what I went through. How could I be mad at her for that?
“Henry never once blamed me for her leaving. We actually became closer because of it.” Shawn laughed. “Some say that divorce is mentally degenerative. I found it therapeutic. I realized what I was doing and, though I had quite a few slip ups, I tried to get better. I didn’t get completely better until I met you though.”
Lassiter smiled affectionately. “Why is that? Your father told me you changed, but he didn’t know why.”
Shawn shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it was because of the challenge.” He said. “I felt normal around you and, at the time, that was something foreign to me. Everyone always treated me differently, as if I were about to break. Whether it was my dad’s training, Mom’s overanalyzing, or Gus’ overprotectiveness, I hated it. You, on the other hand, treated me like any other person and I am grateful for that. And let’s not forget I can’t feel your emotions or anything like that. You gave me the sense of normalcy no one else could.” Shawn put his empty plate on the counter and walked over to Lassiter. Placing his hands on Lassiter’s chest, he looked up into deep blue eyes. “Thank you, Lassie.”
Lassiter leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to Shawn’s lips. “I’m glad I could help.” The detective moved from Shawn long enough to set his plate down as well. “Shawn?”
“Hmm?”
“I hate to change the subject, but what time is it?”
Shawn turned to stare at the digital clock on the stove. “Oh shit! Lassie! It’s almost two in the morning! You’ve got to sleep!”
Lassiter laughed softly. “It’s okay, Shawn.”
“No it’s not!” Shawn said stubbornly. “You should probably head back to your place.” Shawn said without much conviction. “You’re gonna be exhausted in the morning.”
Lassiter smirked. “I really should go home, shouldn’t I?”
Shawn narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What’s with that smirk?”
Lassiter pulled Shawn into his arms once more. “You could come with me.”
Shawn pulled away. “Oh no, Lassifrass. You know as well as I do how that will go, though I wouldn’t mind doing that again. I don’t want you going all Jack Nicholson from The Shining on me cause that would make me Shelly Duvall and I’m really not in the mood for that! So you need to sleep and…” Shawn trailed off.
“Shawn?” Lassiter asked hesitantly.
“Oh my God…” Shawn said, holding a hand to his lips.
Lassiter was suddenly concerned. “Are you alright?”
“I think the world has officially ended.”
“Why?”
“How come I’m the one being responsible instead of you?”
Lassiter thought the psychic was joking but at the look on his face, the detective lost it. He laughed.
“Don’t laugh! This is horrible! Have we unknowingly switched personalities? Lassie! Quick! Do I have a stick up my ass?”
Lassiter glared. “I do not act like I have a damn stick up my ass!”
Shawn laughed. “I'm just messing with you, Lassie.”
The detective, in an attempt to keep face, mumbled, “Well, at least I wasn't second guessing my personality...”
Shawn half-glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Shut it, Lassie! You've lived slightly longer than me! You've had more of a chance to ensure that your personality is really yours!”
“Calm down, Shawn. You're just looking out for me.” He placed a kiss on Shawn's cheek. “Thank you.”
Shawn tried to hide the smile creeping its way across his features, but failed miserably. “It's about time you thanked me...” He mumbled.
By then, Shawn and Lassiter had walked to the door. Shawn opened it and Lassiter stepped into the doorway. “Goodnight, Lassie.” Shawn said. “Now go before I change my mind and take you up on your offer.”
Lassiter kissed Shawn deeply, letting the psychic feel every emotion he felt today through his passion instead of his abilities. Shawn reveled in the feeling. Being able to feel his Soul Mate's emotion was practically heart stopping.
Shawn whimpered as Lassiter reluctantly pulled away. “Goodnight Shawn. I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Shawn said, eyes still closed in remembrance of the kiss.
It took everything Lassiter had to make himself leave. Every part of him was telling him to get back to Shawn. It only got worse when he started his car. He started to put his car in reverse, but apparently his mind and body were betraying him because instead of pulling the gear shift in reverse he put it back in park, turned off the car, and got out.
Shortly thereafter, Lassiter found himself knocking on Shawn's doorstep. Lassiter was going to knock, but Shawn opened the door before he could. When he saw the detective, he had a surprised yet happy expression on his face. However, before Shawn could greet Lassiter, the older man said, “Come with me.”
Shawn's face lit up, completely forgetting why he didn't want to go with Lassiter in the first place. “Hold on. Let me get some clothes.” He mumbled as he ran to his room.
Lassiter waited patiently for his Soul mate to return. When he did, Lassiter held the door open, letting the younger man walk out. Shawn locked his door and they walked together to the car in a comfortable silence, Lassiter's arm around Shawn's shoulders.
It took about ten minutes to get to Lassiter's but when they arrived, the detective noticed Shawn had already fallen asleep. Lassiter just stared. Shawn's mouth was hanging open, his head leaned against the car window. He smiled, thinking, too adorable.
Gently, Lassiter nudged Shawn awake, said man mumbling soemthing along the lines of, “I'm up.” When they were in the house, Shawn dropped his clothes on the floor and leaned into Lassiter. “Carry me. I'm too tired to move.”
Lassiter was about to retort with a resounding 'no,' but decided against it. He loved the feeling of Shawn in his arms. Plus, what would tomorrow bring? Something could easily happen to one of them, especially with their current occupation choices. The last thing Lassiter wanted was for his Soul Mate to feel unwanted on their last night together in the living world. Jesus... Lassiter thought. I'm so morbid.
Lassiter picked Shawn up bridal style and carried him to his bed. Surprisingly, he received little complaint from the smaller man. He then set Shawn down gently and went to his closet for some sleep wear. Pulling out some sleep pants and a tank, he stripped and put them on. Shawn, meanwhile, was sitting on the bed dozing off. “Shawn?” Lassiter questioned while trying to hide his smirk at Shawn's amusing state. “Shawn, where are your sleep clothes?”
“Didn't bring none...” He mumbled.
Lassiter almost laughed. “Well here.” He said, throwing Shawn his dress shirt. “Put that on.”
Very slowly, Shawn stripped until he was clad in his boxers. Then he slipped Lassiter's shirt on which was, surprisingly, too big for the psychic. For Lassiter, it was a beautiful sight. Seeing Shawn in his clothes was quite a turn on, but he didn't go anywhere with it. He just crawled into bed beside his Soul Mate, set his alarm, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. It didn't take long for them both to fall asleep.
