As the bright sunlight streamed like a river through the open curtains, it illuminated the dozing figure on the bed, buried within a mass of pillows and blankets to keep him as still as possible. It had been his father's suggestion, not wanting to jar any of the various injuries he'd sustained three days before. Mostly bruises and cuts, but his heavy concussion had kept him drowsy and disorientated up until now.

Shawn Spencer let a long groan escape his throat as his eyelids fluttered open under the sunny assault. Unlike the first few times he'd woken up through the haze of pain medication, this time, he could feel everything. Every bruise, every cut, every laceration and the dull ache in the back of his head that made him wish he was back in dreamland, with his own sexy Detective nurse and the ability to fly.

Now that had been a strange yet completely awesome dream, he mused, before hissing in pain when he nudged one of his own bruises. "Ow."

God, he felt like he'd been smashed by a damn car... Oh wait, he had been hit by a car. A big white beast of a car that had purposely driven at him as the driver fled a crime scene. He tried to jump out of the way of course, but the car had clipped him anyway, sending him flying head first into a wall, hence the concussion. He'd lain there for quite a while, unable to move without pain, until Gus and Juliet had finally stumbled upon him and called an ambulance.

Thankfully, nothing had been broken, but the pain he felt when he moved more than made up for the lack of snapped limbs. From the snippets he remembered from waking now and then, someone was staying in his apartment with him to administer his pain medication and make sure he didn't die in his sleep or something as equally horrible. Turning his head, he finally noticed the glass of water and the two Tylenol tablets on his bedside table. With a muffled groan, he lifted his arm and reached across, lifting the water and the tablets together.

Unable to sit up, Shawn hesitated, wary of spilling the water all over himself. The would be uncomfortable... The slam of a door distracted his momentary confusion with the water and tablets as he glanced in the direction his bedroom door.

There was some muffled crunching and crumpling, like the sound of shopping bags being set on his kitchen counter, and a soft, distinctly female voice humming gently to herself. Despite his pain and predicament with the pain meds, Shawn smiled. Of course Jules was taking care of him. Being in a new relationship with the Junior Detective was certainly coming with it's perks he thought to himself.

Maybe he could coax her into a nurse outfit after all...

"Jules?" his voice was hoarse, having gone unused for almost three days. He cleared his throat and bent his head forward, precariously tipping the glass of water forward until he could take a sip. He swallowed gratefully, the plain water suddenly the best thing he had ever tasted.

When he got no reply, he tried again to attract her attention. "Jules? You out there?"

"Shawn?" Like magic she appeared in his doorway, smiling wide and happy. Shawn's body immediately relaxed at the familiar sight of her, his stomach already feeling warm as she entered the room and walked towards the bed. "Are you slightly more coherent this time around?"

"Huh? Why, what did I say during my brief stint as a druggie?" he rasped, trying to move and push himself up from the bed. Juliet's gentle hand on his chest forced him back down as she produced a straw for him as if by magic. He chuckled, finally able to take his Tylenol with a few sucks on the straw. When he was done, she took the glass from him and set it back in it's rightful place, before she set herself down next to him, her hand reaching up to find his hair and play with it.

"Something about why Gus shouldn't be allowed to fly like the rest of us... And something about a cat and a pineapple. I tried not to listen, I really did, but I was concerned when it actually started to make some sense," she laughed and he chuckled, wincing when the movement stretched some of his cuts. She frowned, her hand stroking his cheek now. "Do you want me to get your dad-"

"Jules, why would you want to torment an injured man? Nah, I'd much rather have you here. If you hurry out to the shops you could pick up one of those naughty nurse uniforms. Patients request beautiful," he raised an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk playing over his lips. Juliet rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"You've only just regained consciousness and you're thinking about sex already? I would have thought your first question would have been about the guy who ran you over," she reprimanded him playfully, her hand still not leaving his face.

"Hey, it's been a while Jules. I can hardly keep my hands off of you for three hours at a time, so imagine how I'm feeling right now," he huffed with effort, finally managing to push himself part way into a sitting position. "But, I suppose your question's good too. So Jules, what happened to the bad guy? Did you shoot him for trying to destroy your sexy man?" She couldn't help the smile.

It had been strange not hearing his witty remarks for the past few days, and now that he was fully conscious, he was making up for the missed opportunities with some puns mixed with blatant innuendo added for fun. She couldn't help that she found him adorable. "Well, not exactly, but I did set Carlton on him. Does that make you feel better?"

Shawn shook his head. "Oh Jules, even I don't think the guy deserved the Lassie treatment. A bullet might have been better. It would have been less painful."

"Lassiter arrested him fifteen minutes away from where we found you. He'd crashed into someone's garden. No-one was hurt, except for you," she suddenly went quiet, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. Shawn hummed in approval under her lips, his arm gingerly reaching up to press his hand into the back of her neck comfortingly.

"Come on Jules. I'm alright... But I think I could really use a shower," he suddenly shifted in discomfort. "I could definitely use a shower actually. I feel all grimy." She pulled her head back.

"Are you not hungry?" Shawn wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"Not really. I think I'd feel better when I was clean though... So Jules? Wanna help me wash my back?" his eyebrow quirked but she laughed anyway, shaking her head. "What?"

"Nice try mister, but you're not getting lucky tonight. I want you fully rested up before we do anything remotely strenuous or acrobatic." Shawn pouted dramatically at her, his eyes wide and pleading. She really did laugh that time, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. "I promise, once you're feeling better, we can make up for lost time alright?" With a groan of both pain and frustration, he let himself sink back into the pillows.

With a little grin at his annoyance, Juliet patted his chest and slipped out of the room to go and make him some food.

It was three days and an awkward self-administered bed bath later that Shawn finally snapped and pleaded with Juliet to help him in the shower. She'd refused to do his bed bath, insisting that he would just try something on with her when she moved below the waist, so she'd made him do it himself despite his protests that it would cause him pain.

He'd been irritated when his plan hadn't worked and the fact that he was itching to jump into a nice hot shower only made the matter worse. When he'd woken up that morning, he'd been feeling a lot better, even though he still ached all over it was a bearable pain. A lot of people had been to visit him since he'd woken up.

His father, who much to Shawn's surprise, had been comforting and as nice as possible, had visited on the same day that he'd come out of his drug induced haze. They'd sat together for a while, watching a game on the TV that he'd had installed in his bedroom. After that, he'd promised to check in a few days later.

Gus had come next, much to Shawn's delight. He'd stayed for the entire day before, challenging his bed ridden friend to an X-Box match on Call of Duty. After a few games, Juliet had finally snapped and removed the controllers from the room, telling them that if she was forced to listen to their arguing for much longer, she was going to jump from the window. After that, a pizza had been ordered and they'd watched their way through several episodes of 'Lost', before Shawn finally dozed off and Gus went home.

Even Lassiter had been to update him on the status of the case they'd been working on. The Chief had appeared with him, carrying, of all things, a pineapple with a ribbon and a card signed from the entire Police Station. Shawn had been incredibly grateful, teasing that he was finally rubbing off on her as Juliet took the pineapple into the kitchen. Lassiter had been civil to him, whether because of the injuries or because Juliet had told him to, Shawn would never know.

But it had been a pleasant enough visit.

Juliet bustled around his bed, straightening pillows here and there and collecting a few stray smoothie cartons from their afternoon with Gus. Shawn's eyes never left her constantly moving figure as she folded a few clothes and blankets in the corner. "Jules?"

"Yeah Shawn? You need some more pain medication?"

"No, but I could really use a shower." Juliet immediately rolled her eyes and went to answer the way she had been used to for the past few days, but Shawn cut her off. "Please Juliet. No funny business, but I really want to have a shower and I can't do it by myself. Come on Jules. We haven't showered together for a while," he added, a smile spreading over his face when he watched her blush, obviously remembering the last time they'd jumped under the shower with each other.

As she hesitated, Shawn continued, using his nickname tactic."Come on baby. Pretty please?"

Juliet sighed. She never could say no to him when he started to call her 'baby'. It was a strange weakness to have, but Juliet found that hearing him say it made her knees slightly weak, and her mind susceptible to anything he suggested. With a little groan, she mumbled, "So help me, I know I'm going to regret this..."

Shawn caught the words and chuckled. "Not when I'm done with you."

Juliet shook her head and sighed heavily, finally relenting to him. She waved her hand at him. "Hurry up then." For an injured man, he really did strive through the pulling pain as he pushed himself out of bed and leaned onto the wall, before gingerly stumbling towards the bathroom. Juliet dropped the shirt she'd been putting away, her hands going out to steady him. "Careful Shawn!"

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Jules. I guess I'm not really cementing your decision huh?"

"Well, you've made it this far, so I guess the actual showering shouldn't take much more effort. But I'm not giving in on the sex thing Shawn. I don't want you hurting yourself anymore than you already are..." he almost whined in protest as he slipped into the bathroom, her steadying arm around his waist.

"Can we at least do other stuff?"

Juliet hid a smile as she leaned him against the wall. He really was persistent when he wanted something. Not that she didn't want to give into him, but the doctor had told her that anything remotely resembling exercise was out of the question for at least a week while his bruises and muscles healed. But his sudden suggestion of other stuff... She decided to play it dumb.

"Like what?" She raised an eyebrow, helping him to pull his shirt over his head. He winced a little when a healing cut was nudged, but other than that he didn't complain. He shook his head in mock shame at her.

"Oh Miss O'Hara. The amount of times we've done 'other stuff' and you still don't know what it is? You mustn't have been paying very much attention."

"Hmm, I guess I was distracted," she played along with his little game, beginning to unbutton her own shirt under his heated gaze. "Hey, less of the smoldering look mister." Shawn did laugh then, his pajama pants slipping down as he stepped out of them. All that remained were his boxers.

"Look, Jules. There's a beautiful woman getting naked in front of me. What did you expect?" he teased, finally stripping himself of his boxers and tossing them towards the laundry hamper. Juliet had her back turned to him, her own pants finding the floor along with her bra and panties. She turned to face him, a blush spreading over her skin as she took in his body.

As bruised as he was, it didn't stop a certain appendage from reacting to her nakedness. She gave him a playful look when he grinned, not the least bit embarrassed by the fact that he was already aroused by just watching her undress. "Wow, someone wants to play," she teased and he growled, low and deep in his chest. "It's a shame he's not allowed to play with anyone else. Doctor's orders don't you know..." she brushed past him, her hand playing across his chest as she reached into the shower and adjusted the temperature, turning on the spray.

Her arm went back around his waist as she helped him under the water. He groaned happily at the feeling of the water pouring over his skin, cleaning and refreshing him. Juliet followed him in, her hair immediately soaking through like his. Her traitorous eyes traveled along his body to rest on his length, before she glanced up at him playfully. His eyes were dark with lust at her look, but she just smiled and turned away, reaching for a bottle of shampoo.

It didn't take her long to lather his hair for him, and then continue onto her own, rinsing the soap from their hair one at a time, before Shawn reached behind her for the shelf, picking up a bottle of body wash. He held it up for her to see, before flicking the cap open. "Turn." He commanded playfully, and she did, jumping when the cold liquid hit her back.

It was quickly heated by his warm hands massaging it into a lather for her, taking far longer than was absolutely necessary to let his fingers wander over her skin lovingly. She finally turned, the water washing the bubbles away, her eyebrow raised. He pleaded ignorance. "Something wrong baby?" She grabbed the bottle from him, her own hands taking their revenge on his body with the cold gel.

She took care over his bruises and cuts, making sure to cover as much skin as she could with the lather. When she was finally satisfied, she reached up to turn the nozzle of the shower towards him and it washed away as easily as though it had never been there at all.

He was still hard, unable to shake the erection while she was so close to him. His hands found her hips and he pulled her close, his length pressing into her stomach and his head dipping to nuzzle her neck, pressing a sweet kiss against her skin. Juliet sighed happily, her mind struggling to remind her why sex was such a bad idea.

Something to do with doctors- But as Shawn's mouth moved up towards her jaw, over her cheek and onto her own lips, all thoughts about why they shouldn't be doing this was gone and she was just as aroused as he was, maybe even more so. She broke away from his mouth and he let out a little groan of disappointment. "Other stuff huh? Care to elaborate?" she trailed her lips down the column of his throat, pulling a hungry sound from his chest.

"Elaborate? Jules, come a bit closer and I'll give you a blow by blow real life experience..." he chuckled, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer into him and ignoring the shot of pain from his protesting muscles.

Juliet rolled her eyes, her hand resting on his stomach, teasingly out of reach of his length. Shawn grumbled, fingers wandering up to brush the underside of her breasts. She whimpered softly, willing his hands to go higher. Shawn took his opportunity, his thumb trailing up to flick over a hard nipple and make her gasp.

"Still think this is a bad idea?" he mumbled, his mouth currently kissing her shoulder playfully.

"I'm starting to see your side of the argument a little bit more clearly," she let out a sigh of pleasure as his head finally ducked towards her breasts, lips pulling a tightening nipple into his mouth. Juliet's head fell back as he lavished his attention on her breasts, one with long sucks and kisses, the other massaged by his palm and fingers. Every now and then, he would let out little moans to let her know he was thoroughly enjoying himself on her chest.

He finally pulled away, harder than ever after his little exploration with Juliet gasping under his touch. She reached down, her hand not stopping at his stomach this time. Instead, she carried on, her fingers encircling his hard length and drawing a long moan of pleasure from her injured boyfriend. She squeezed lightly, something she knew he liked, before beginning to pump him softly in her palm.

Shawn's head fell onto her shoulder at the sensation of her hand wrapped around him and bringing him closer to the jumping off point. Her thumb flicked over the head, toying briefly around the slit to collect the pre-cum gathered there, before using it to make his cock slick and easy for her to pleasure.

He wasn't absent from the exchange, his hips bucking as her hand moved over him and his teeth biting into the skin on her shoulder gently. Juliet gasped, her free hand coming up to wrap around his bicep and squeeze.

Shawn let out a little grin when he released her shoulder, his hands playing along her stomach and down, in between her thighs to find the moisture that had pooled there, all for him. Juliet's hand paused in it's torture of his length as his finger's easily found her clit, warm and slick under his touch. He wasted little time in getting revenge, rubbing slowly, torturing her.

Juliet's hips began to rock off of their own accord against his hand, but Shawn wanted more. He wanted her to scream his name out, sob with pleasure. His free hand fell down to play with her opening, fingers skimming over her skin, before plunging upwards and into her.

"Shawn!" her head fell back, her throat exposed. He latched onto it, sucking on her skin softly. Her hand was still wrapped around him, but was unmoving as he continued to play with her, stroking her closer to her orgasm. Her breaths were coming short and sharp now, his name uttered from her lips every few seconds.

His fingers began to pump upwards faster, the tell tale fluttering he could feel telling him that she was close to letting go. "Come on Jules," he purred into her ear. "Come on..." Her hand finally released him to reach up with her free one, grasping his shoulders. Shawn ignored the pain from the bruises, his whispered encouragements continuing in her ear.

"Let go Jules..." She sobbed into his neck, his other hand flicking her clit back and forwards. The fire was stabbing in her belly, wanting so badly to release- "Come for me Juliet." Shawn's voice practically demanded.

"SHA-AWN! God Shawn!" Her loud cry echoed through the bathroom, her walls clamping down on his fingers as he continued to thrust and the fire that had built thundering down her limbs and turning them to jelly as she came under his probing fingers. His name was replaced by sobs of pleasure as her hips bucked continuously against his hand, never wanting him to stop moving his hand. He kept them moving, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.

Her hips finally stopped bucking, replaced by her legs and arms shaking as she came down from her massive high. Her breathing was heavy and labored, her sobs of pleasure tailing off into little whimpers as she buried her face into his neck. She had to lean them both against the wall for support, her mind frazzled and hazy from the orgasm. Shawn suddenly chuckled, but she couldn't laugh back, her body still trembling in a jelly like state.

"Ugh... Oh God," her hand went to her hair, brushing it from her face as she shook.

"Way to give me an ego Jules," Shawn grinned cockily, his hand resting on her stomach to try and steady her. She could do little to reprimand him, instead choosing to lean heavily against the wall of the shower, away from the cooling spray which was now pointed towards the opposite wall. Glancing down, through her slightly blurred vision she noticed that Shawn was still hard, possibly even more so than before.

"Why did you do that?" she breathed heavily. "I was supposed to be taking care of you..." her hand was running over her head again, trying her best to regain some of the feeling in her limbs. Shawn just laughed.

"Aww, sweet naive Jules. Haven't you guessed that I enjoyed that just as much as you? Seeing you come is like winning the lottery five hundred times over for me," his lips found hers, kissing lightly. But Juliet was no-where near finished with him. While he was preoccupied with her lips, her hand slipped back down to resume her previous position. Shawn groaned heavily against her mouth, before she was gone from his grasp. "Jules? What are you- ugh!"

Juliet had already engulfed his length in her mouth before he could finish his sentence, and Shawn couldn't stop the quick jerk that his hips gave at the sensation of hot wet heat. What her mouth couldn't cover, Juliet wrapped in her hand, pumping as she felt him harden even more under her tongue.

Shawn, unable to find anything else to grasp, let his hand fall to her hair, his fingers entangling through the blond tendrils as her mouth did wonderful things to his shaft. Now it was his head falling back, his breath catching in his throat. Juliet smiled around him, before releasing him, only to glide her tongue up and along the underside of his cock. Her hand continued to move over him, bringing him close to climax.

She sucked playfully on the head, her tongue flicking over the slit, the slightly bitter taste of the pre-cum not bothering her. Shawn was groaning loudly now, her name slipping from his lips over and over as she teased, sucked and licked him towards oblivion.

She took him as deep as she could, before pulling back and doing it again, in a continuous motion that had his knees shaking and his breath hitching in his chest as he felt his stomach tighten warningly. "Jules! Juliet- I'm gonna...ugh, Jules!" He couldn't give her anymore warning before he came forcefully.

Juliet's eyes widened as her mouth was flooded with his release, but she quickly got over her shock, swallowing around him as he groaned above her. When she was sure he was satisfied, she released him with a wet 'pop', pulling her own sated body back up to his height to lean against him.

"Jules... that was just... God, I think I've died."

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her then. "Don't count on it. We've still got to get back to the bed and I don't think my legs have it in them." Shawn nodded in agreement, his breathing still labored from his orgasm. One hand slipped around Juliet's waist to hold her against him gently.

"We could just stay here. I've always wanted to sleep in a shower..." he groaned, his head falling against the wall and his eyes closing momentarily. Juliet shook herself, her legs still somewhat shaky but able to function at least. She tugged gently on his arm, leading him out of the shower and switching off the now cold water as she went.

She toweled her hair dry, while Shawn lethargically did the same, his movements slow and heavy like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. When Juliet was sure they were both sufficiently dry, she passed him a clean pair of pajama pants before finding something for herself to pull on. When Shawn finally pulled them on, Juliet was already clothed appropriately and she steered his yawning figure back to the bedroom, supporting him only slightly as his feet dragged.

It didn't take a lot of effort for them both to fall into the bed, Juliet arranging the pillows and cuddling into Shawn's side. Her eyelids felt heavy now, as did his, the endorphins their release provided, sending them both to sleep with relative ease.

"I should get hit by a car more often..." Shawn mused sleepily, pulling Juliet closer before drifting off to sleep. Too tired to scold his joke, Juliet just hummed her approval at being so near to him, before she followed him wherever he was going.

A/N: Alrighty then! This is a little bit of smut dedicated to all those people who wanted a little bit more out of me after my failure with Die Hard. But fear not lovlies, for this is not just one oneshot.

This beautiful little story, shall eventually turn into a collection of wonderful little smutty tales all of which consist of Shawn and Juliet doing their thing ^^ Since I'm much better at writing oneshots than multi-chapters then I figured why not stuff them all in one easy to find place, with slightly faster updates. The ideas are flowing at the minute, so be expectant of me :)

Reviews are like being in a tiny room and wanting everyone's hands where you can see them, even the Chief's... (Points for anyone who tells me what episode thats from. *Hint: It's in Season 3*)