elles_letters | Drabble: "Snow Globes for Christmas: 'Let it Snow,'" Psych

Rating: PG
Summary: Carlton sucks at gifts, but is surprisingly punny. Day 1 of Snow Globes for Christmas.
Warning: Not one I can think of.
Disclaimer: I can't even afford all the DVDs. =(

"Carlton, would you like to tell me what all this is about?" Shawn asked the detective with a playful smirk.

No, actually, he most certainly did not. Carlton couldn't think of any explanation for the hundreds of tiny snow-white pom-poms littering their bedspread that didn't make him seem like some sort of lovesick cornball.

"Carlton?" Shawn asked again.

"They spilled."

"What?"

"I heard you talking to Guster."

"What!?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

Shawn picked up one of the fluffy white poms and bounced it off the detective's head. "You're not making any sense, Carly."

Carlton flushed as he began picking up the fuzzy balls. "Christmas is coming."

"Yes, it is," Shawn said in the same tone of voice one would use with a confused child. He begin picking up the white pom-poms and tossing them into the half-empty plastic bag lying on the bed.

"That means winter's coming, too."

"You're sexy when you pull out those detective skills, you know that, Carly?"

Carlton rolled his eyes as he continued cleaning off the bed. "I heard you talking to Guster."

"Yes," Shawn repeated, giving the other man a confused look. "You said that already." He flopped down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand across the ice-blue sateen comforter that covered their bed. "Is this new?"

"You told him you wished it would snow for Christmas. But, that would never happen, because, clearly…" Carlton waved a hand at the bedroom window. Christmas in California meant clear blue skies and highs of 70 degrees. "And since this was our first Christmas...you know, together, I wanted to get you something that you really wanted, so…" Carlton flushed deeper.

"So?" Shawn prodded.

Carlton sighed in defeat. "So, I bought this comforter and was going to hot-glue a bunch of these stupid chenille pom-poms on it so I could give it to you on Christmas morning."

"You wanted to give me severe allergies for Christmas?"

"No," Carlton said self-consciously. Carlton knew Shawn was kind of stupid and that love tended to make people especially stupid, but he had no idea that loving Shawn would make him this stupid. "I was going to give you a blanket of snow."

Shawn stared at the other man for a moment before speaking. "Oh, Carlton," he began. He snorted suddenly. "Oh, Carly," Shawn wheezed as he tried to keep from laughing. "That's really, really…weak."

"I know," Carlton mumbled. "It was just an idea. A stupid one. Forget it, help me clean this up."

"Really, really, really weak. Kind of pathetic, actually" Shawn continued.

"I get it, Shawn."

"But," Shawn said as he picked up a handful of puffs and threw them into the air. "It was also kinda cute."

"I hate cute."

Shawn smiled and stood to envelope Carlton in a hug. "I know, but you're so good at it, dude."

Carlton groused as Shawn pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I swear it didn't sound so ridiculous when I first thought of it."

"Mm-hmm," Shawn replied. With an arm still slung around Carlton's shoulder's, he turned to study the mess on their bed. While the majority of the poms rolled around loose on the comforter, it looked to Shawn that nearly 200 of the fluffy balls had been glued to the bedspread. "You know, Carly, I'd hate for your half-hour of hard work to go to waste."

"I've been working on this for two days." Carlton said with frown.

"Those pom-poms do look comfortable."

"What?"

"And I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex in the snow."

Carlton rolled his eyes affectionately at the leer Shawn gave him.

It turned out, those pom-poms made for pretty decent snow. At the very least, no one got frostbite.

A/N: Why is all my Shassie always full of fluff and corn?

Please don't hate me for not updating "Hours..." I'm working on it, I swear, I'm working on it!