A/N: I've been away for a LONG time. But I promise, I'm going to try to get back into the swing of things. I've been lax in my Psych watching lately, my dorm life does not always allow for tv time so if anyone is out of character (which they are most certainly are), I apologize. I did my best!! Also, this is unbetaed because I've been lazy and so gone from the fanfiction stuff. Is my old beta out there? I don't know, I've been so out of it!

Chapter Title: Marvelous

Rating: PG

Pairings: Lassy/Shawn

Summary: Shawn discovers that doodling little motorcycles is not the same as getting important work done.

Disclaimers: None of this belongs to me. Obviously. Also, the poem at the end belongs to ee cumming and whoever is in charge of his estate. Not mine. Don't sue me!

"You're just too marvelous for words." Shawn frowned, the words sounded all wrong when he read them out loud. Not anything he would say, at least nothing he'd say seriously. It hadn't been his idea to have any kind of real wedding ceremony and he certainly hadn't been the one who mentioned (or, rather insisted on) vows of some sort. That had been Carlton's doing, his insistence that since their relationship was rather unorthodox, they ought to at least do something a little traditional.

Shawn hadn't been able to say no after Carlton had left him boneless and brainless on one of their date nights.

And after all, it wasn't a bad idea. Pledging his love to Carlton and then getting to party and have an excuse for dragging Carlton away from work for a full week and a half? Shawn figured there were worse things in the world.

But the problem still stood: Wedding vow writing was not Shawn's forte. He had never said he loved anyone he'd been with before, not seriously anyway. Promising them eternal love and fidelity? How did anyone do that? He had looked up some samples online but they seemed too saccharine, full of sappy poetry and senseless promises of a perfect life. He simply couldn't do that. He was Shawn Spencer, a man of great creativity. Surely there was some thing, anything else he could say.

It would be humiliating to get up on his wedding day to simply quote classic poems at Carlton. For a moment, the image of himself reading 'Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?' to an amused Carlton flashed through his head and he winced.

"Having trouble?" A warm, familiar voice cut through Shawn's internal monologue and the man snapped his notebook shut and turned around to see Carlton leaning against the door frame of their bedroom.

"Home early?" Shawn asked, avoiding the question. He didn't want Carlton to be disappointed him or annoyed that after more than two and a half years of dating that Shawn still couldn't come up with anything at all for his vows.

"Yeah, Chief Vick let me off early. Said there was nothing to do, thought I should get home to see if you were still alive or if you had driven a pencil through your head." Shawn grinned slightly. "I figured she was right. Wouldn't want you dead, would I?" Carlton walked across the room, undoing the knot of his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. Shawn was certain the temperature of the room had risen a few degrees.

"Well… I'm glad." Shawn tossed his notebook carelessly over his shoulder, trying to feign a total lack of worry towards his task of vow writing. With languid movements, Shawn rose from his spot sitting on their bed and approached Carlton, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss. The detective indulged him for a few moments before pulling away.

"You didn't answer me though. How's the vow writing going?"

Shawn grinned a little too widely, looking just a little desperate to be believed. "Oh, you know, they're great. You'll love them. I'd be surprised if the ladies there don't try and steal me away right away." He quickly kissed Carlton again, more urgently, trying to distract him. Shawn could not let him discover that after a day of work, the only thing Shawn had written in his notebook was 'You are too marvelous for words' and a stick figure driving a motorbike Shawn had seen online.

"Shawn…" Carlton's voice was a low tone against Shawn's mouth, an annoyed warning that Carlton wanted to know what the real answer was. But before they could get any further, Carlton's phone buzzed in his pocket. He jumped away and answered it, voice sharp and professional. The exchange was quick, Carlton off the phone within a moment. "I have to go back in, something came up in one of my cases, I'll be back as quick as I can. And we will talk about the vows later tonight." There was a hint of a threat under Carlton's words and Shawn almost gulped. A quick kiss was all Carlton had time for before he was rushing through the house, grabbing his coat at the door and leaving their cozy home.

Shawn collapsed onto their bed, sighing and then finally rising to collect his notebook. One sentence and a motorbike would not do for a wedding vow. And, really, Shawn believed Carlton deserved better. He was still surprised the detective even bothered with him when he was just a-

His computer emitted a quick ringing noise, interrupting Shawn's session of moping with an email. He moved across the room quickly, settling at the desk and clicking on the email, eager to see what might have come to distract him from the task at hand. It was an email from Jules, a sure bet of an afternoon of distraction and not-vow-writing.

But when he read the email, his visions of a carefree afternoon vanished. Her email was quick but it made him grin like a loon.

'his favorite poet is ee cummings. start there.'

Trust Jules to find just the right bit of information to help Shawn out. He'd owe her in a big way when he finished getting his vow done. Grabbing his notebook, it took Shawn only a few minutes to search for the poet online.

Finally, as he read through a few selected works, Shawn found the words he'd been lacking for weeks come rushing in. Perhaps the vow wouldn't be entirely characteristic and usual of him but, then again, how often would he get to do this kind of thing? So he started to write, knowing this was what he meant.

'Carlton, it takes a strong man and a strange man to get up in front of his friends and family and read poetry to anyone at all, even the man he is marrying. So let this be a proof of just how much I love you.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)'