"We gotta get out of bed" I moan.
"Nooo we don't" shawn rolls over buries his head in my neck. "You smell good." He mutters. I chuckle and kiss his temple. "Can we have waffles for breakfast?"
"IHOP is going to call the cops on us for stalking."
"We can order room service again and stay in bed in our pajamas and eat waffles and do nothing all day."
"Yeah I think that sounds great but... We have to get up." I pat his thigh.
"Nope" he grabs my hips as I try crawling over him. I straddle him. "I think we can stay in bed a little longer" he smirks and leans up to kiss me.
"Just a little longer" I whisper falling off of him and he crawls ontol of me. He slides his tongue in my mouth. I let a small moan out. There's a loud knock at the door. "It's O'Hara!" I whisper shout.
"How'd you know?!" Shawn asks.
"I told her to knock a certain way. That was the way."
"Darren? Alex?" She asks. I jump up and pull some jeans on.
"Coming." I open the door as shawn jumps out of the bed.
"Heyyyy Jules" he waves. She walks in and looks at the couch.
"Do you make your own bed?" She asks.
"Uh.."
"Yeah in case the hotel maids are with them. It makes us look like we're a legit couple."
"Ahh...okay?" She looks at shawn in his boxers and back at me..well more like my lips. "Uhm.. I... Is there.. Something between you two?"
"Mmm no?" Shawn grabs some clean clothes and walks past us and goes into the bathroom.
"You just checked him out!" Jules shouts.
"I did not" I walk over to my bag and pull out a shirt and button it up over my T-shirt.
"You like him?!" She whisper shouts. Shawn peaks his head out the door.
"Lassie...tell her" I close my eyes tight.
"Shawn and I are dating!" I say way to fast.
"Yeah okay." She laughs. "Carlton Lassiter and Shawn Spencer dating." I grab the bottle of orange juice I bought last night and take a drink. "I came here to give you information about the case. You and Shawn have to step it up. They are getting suspicious which means I can't come here anymore. Not until its done. You need to call us call me on my personal." She puts a piece of paper down with a bunch of numbers. "I have to go." She walks out. Shawn walks out with his hair done, clean showered and fully dressed.
"She didn't buy it did she?" He smiles.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"I'm psychic" he smirks but then his smile falls. "Are you... Serious about this?" He asks.
"About us?" I ask. He jumps up on the counter and I walk over to him. "Yes absolutely. Why?"
"Uhm.. I'm gonna tell you something and I need you to promise not to tell anybody else." He plays with his fingers.
"Okay? Are you okay?" I move between his legs.
"I'm telling you this because I really like you.. I- I..I work differntly then I say I do. I'm not a psychic I just..observe a lot of tiny things that most people don't." He looks away.
"Okay" I nod. "Thank you for being honest."
"You hate me now?" He asks. I lean up and kiss him. Our lips linger a little before I pull away just a little.
"Never." I whisper. He pushes his lips to me again and wraps his legs around my waist. I pull him off the table and walk over to the bed. He pushes his head up leaving his neck totally exposed. I take that as a signal and kiss his throat. I lick to his collar bones up to his chin.
"Oh god" he moans.
