Fic: "Just a Cut," Psych
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elles_lettersRating: G
Summary: Shawn cuts himself while cooking. Lassie makes it all better.
Warning: Short and sappy. Written in about 40 minutes in a desperate attempt to bust through my writer's block.
Disclaimer: Psych and all related characters are the property of USA Networks and a bunch of other people in suits. Please don't sue.
"It's just a cut."
"A 'cut'? I'm massively hemorrhaging all over your kitchen counter and you call it a 'cut?' Dude, this isn't a cut; this is … this is mangled. I can attract wild animals with this. I'll be as pale as you. I'll—"
Carlton clucked his tongue, interrupting Shawn's babbling. "I'm surprised, Shawn. After all you've been through, you freak out over a little nick." He grabbed the other man's wrist and led him to the kitchen sink. It was a bad cut—a long gash slicing diagonally across Shawn's palm—but it wouldn't require professional care.
Shawn winced as Carlton ran warm water over the wound. "This is all your fault, you know."
"My fault?" Carlton asked, looking up from where he was gently cleaning Shawn's hand.
"Yes, your fault, Mr. Let's-Flirt-With-Knives. Who told you to sneak up on me and my culinary genius?"
Carlton's face flushed slightly. "It was a small knife, Shawn, and you were just cutting an onion. I thought you had better control over yourself than that."
Shawn smirked. "You know I do."
Carlton's face flushed again. He turned the tap off and grabbed a nearby dish towel. "Yes, I know," he replied softly, patting Shawn's hand dry. "Let me get some bandages from the bathroom. I'll be right back." Carlton moved to leave the room but found himself being held back by Shawn.
"Lassie," he pouted. "You forgot something."
Carlton searched the kitchen counter top in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Shawn grinned smugly before sticking out his lower lip and lifting up his cut palm.
Carlton couldn't help the indulgent smile that spread across his face. "I see," he replied warmly. He grabbed Shawn's hand and raised the palm to his lips. He smiled into Shawn's skin as he pressed quick kisses along the gash. He turned the hand over and kissed each of Shawn's knuckles before smiling back up at the man affectionately.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much."
A/N: Oh, it appears I'm not dead. Yeah, I'm back. And I wrote this awfulness. Ever since I finished "Love is Blind," I haven't been able to write anything. I've complained about my writing before, but I've never had writer's block this bad. Send me your prompts, your requests, your fanfic challenges. Please! I have to get over this. =/
Summary: Shawn cuts himself while cooking. Lassie makes it all better.
Warning: Short and sappy. Written in about 40 minutes in a desperate attempt to bust through my writer's block.
Disclaimer: Psych and all related characters are the property of USA Networks and a bunch of other people in suits. Please don't sue.
"It's just a cut."
"A 'cut'? I'm massively hemorrhaging all over your kitchen counter and you call it a 'cut?' Dude, this isn't a cut; this is … this is mangled. I can attract wild animals with this. I'll be as pale as you. I'll—"
Carlton clucked his tongue, interrupting Shawn's babbling. "I'm surprised, Shawn. After all you've been through, you freak out over a little nick." He grabbed the other man's wrist and led him to the kitchen sink. It was a bad cut—a long gash slicing diagonally across Shawn's palm—but it wouldn't require professional care.
Shawn winced as Carlton ran warm water over the wound. "This is all your fault, you know."
"My fault?" Carlton asked, looking up from where he was gently cleaning Shawn's hand.
"Yes, your fault, Mr. Let's-Flirt-With-Knives. Who told you to sneak up on me and my culinary genius?"
Carlton's face flushed slightly. "It was a small knife, Shawn, and you were just cutting an onion. I thought you had better control over yourself than that."
Shawn smirked. "You know I do."
Carlton's face flushed again. He turned the tap off and grabbed a nearby dish towel. "Yes, I know," he replied softly, patting Shawn's hand dry. "Let me get some bandages from the bathroom. I'll be right back." Carlton moved to leave the room but found himself being held back by Shawn.
"Lassie," he pouted. "You forgot something."
Carlton searched the kitchen counter top in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Shawn grinned smugly before sticking out his lower lip and lifting up his cut palm.
Carlton couldn't help the indulgent smile that spread across his face. "I see," he replied warmly. He grabbed Shawn's hand and raised the palm to his lips. He smiled into Shawn's skin as he pressed quick kisses along the gash. He turned the hand over and kissed each of Shawn's knuckles before smiling back up at the man affectionately.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much."
A/N: Oh, it appears I'm not dead. Yeah, I'm back. And I wrote this awfulness. Ever since I finished "Love is Blind," I haven't been able to write anything. I've complained about my writing before, but I've never had writer's block this bad. Send me your prompts, your requests, your fanfic challenges. Please! I have to get over this. =/
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