Hold Me, and Give Me Pineapple

Old burgers and movies

Lassiter's Perspective
The next day, Lassiter returns to work. His blue suit is ironed, and a cup of coffee rests on his desk. Detective O Hara offered to finish off the case, and although he may have looked weak, he was happy to move on. Carlton sat down in the big black chair, looking around his office. Someone nicks on the door.
"Just letting you know that the shooter has been arrested." Juliet says, laying down a thick file folder.
"Thank you O' Hara. I appreciate it." Responds Carlton, waving the folder. "I guess I've just been having some personal dilemmas lately, but, I'm back at work!"
"And we're all glad you are." The young detective smiles before leaving Carlton sipping his coffee. That's when Shawn walks in.
"Hey, I'm out of the hospital!" Shawn says, walking into the office.
"Shawn! You're home!" Lassiter jumps up, before catching himself. Shawn smiles, holding up his left hand. On his ring finger is the bronze ring that Carlton left with Shawn a few days ago.
Lassie smiles. "My house, tonight?"
"Oh, so now it's a date?" Shawn teases.
"No, not exactly, more like pizza and a movie for the newly engaged." Lassie replies. "But you better go now, I'll see you tonight, k?"
Shawn smiles, and waves. "See yah!"
The rest of the day is a blur. Carlton stands up, snapping his briefcase shut. He passes Ohara on the way out, but just smiles and continues on. Beep. Carlton opens the car door, and slides his briefcase in on the seat.

When Lassiter arrives at his apartment, Shawn is rummaging through the refrigerator.
"Shawn!" Carlton says, pulling off his jacket.
"Hey, lassie. Uh, just letting you know, but this burger is, like, five days old!" Shawn waves a plastic take out container in the air, and frowns.
Lassie grabs it from Shawn, shrugs, and throws it in the trash can. He laughs at Shawn's expression.
"I'm gonna go change. Want to pick out a movie?" He says, pointing behind him, to the bedroom.
"Sure." Shawn bounces onto the couch and starts flipping through a pile of DVDs.
When Lassiter returns, Shawn is laid out among the couch, remote in hand. He goes through the cub board, looking for a single bag of popcorn. Lassie bounces on to the couch, and Shawn is immediately digging into the popcorn, his eyes trained in the screen.

Shawn's Perspective
Shawn looks at Carlton, his eyes wavering from the movie. Surprisingly, his eyes are glued to the movie. It was about halfway through, almost to Shawn's favorite part. Shawn edges closer to Lassiter, his hand lingering around his thigh. Lassiter shifts.
"Shawn? Isn't this your favorite part?" He asks, leaning into Shawn.
"Yes." Shawn answers, staring not at the TV, but Lassiter's eyes. Shawn sinks into Lassie, as the large detective places kisses in a neat row up Shawn's chest, until their lips meet. The light from the bright screen casts shadows among the white walls. The only sounds from the movie are drowned out, as Lassie reaches out from under Shawn to grasp the clicker, leaving only the light from the kitchen and a floor lamp in the corner. There is only the hum of the refrigerator to be heard. It could have been seconds, minutes, but felt like hours until they made their way somehow into the bedroom. Edging toward the bed, they throw each other down on the soft bed, not knowing what time exactly, but the clock on the bed table flashing 12:34.