The rain poured down on the Jeep as Shawn slowly drove to the dog training centre, windshield wipers trying their best to make the road visible. He was forced to park a little far, so the two of you had to squeeze beneath a tiny umbrella as you ran to the front doors and prayed the dogs wouldn't have to stop and pee. Of course they did.

You'd made it on time, the class a little emptier than usual due to the weather. Your hair was slightly dampened, but you'd managed to stay relatively dry on the way in.

"Shawn, you're back!" Linda called from the front of the room, shooting him a little wave.

He smiled back, trying his best to stay close to you but not make things too obvious.

"I want to try something today," Linda said as the clock struck seven, prompting her to begin the class. "Each of your dogs knows you and seems to be obeying you pretty well, so I think it makes sense to test if they'll listen to other people. Everyone find a partner and switch puppies, and we'll go from there!"

Shawn was at your side and prying Chloe's leash out of your hands before you even had a chance to process what was going on. His hands brushed yours and latched on, giving a little squeeze before you handed over the leash. Geoff was jumping at your ankles, clearly eager to spend some time with you as her tail wagged rapidly.

"Someone's excited to go to her Mummy," Shawn smiled, completely oblivious to what he'd just said. You looked up at him and met his twinkly gaze. His face was completely lit up and he looked incredibly happy, and your heart swelled at the thought of him regarding you as such a big part of his life. His face fell as you looked at him involuntarily quizzically, unsure if he meant to say what he had.

"Oh, uh, I-I didn't mean that, um," he trailed off as he brought a hand to the base of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. You giggled, leaning in a little closer to meet his eyes.

"S'okay," you smirked, craning your neck to make sure no one was watching as you gave his cheeky bum a squeeze, "I just hope this doesn't mean I have to start calling you 'Daddy,' Mr. Mendes."

His mouth fell agape as he looked at you with wild eyes, unsure if you meant what you were insinuating. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran the tip of your tongue along your upper lip, breaking into a sultry smile. His hands rested on his hips as you turned on your heel and walked to the opposite end of the room to begin your training exercises with Geoff.

"Hear about the thunderstorm warning?" you overheard Dave say to Morgan.

"Yeah, wind sure is whipping out there. Trees'll be down, I bet," she replied bluntly as they switched dogs. You feared for your power wires but went on with the activity, prompting Geoff to sit for you.

"Good girl!" you smiled when she sat and gave a paw, something Shawn could never get her to do properly. Your eyes flickered across the room to see Shawn scratching Chloe's pink belly, a wide smile etched across his face. He looked up and met your gaze, eyes crinkled as he flashed his pearly whites and shot you a nod of approval.

His face was the last thing you saw before everything went dark.

Panic surged through your veins as you felt for Geoff's collar and scooped her up, trying your best to calm her down. You could hear Chloe let out a few high-pitched barks, followed by Shawn's soothing voice hushing her. He sounded as if he were getting closer, and it wasn't long before you felt a familiar hand searching for yours.

"It's alright, everyone! Power must be out. I'm gonna go check with the front desk," Linda called from the front of the dark room, trying her best to make her way out to the foyer. Your eyes began adjusting with the small amount of grey light from the sky spilling through the small windows, but not much was visible.

"You okay?" Shawn whispered in your ear, lightly rubbing circles on your lower back through your sweater.

You hummed a soft "mmhm," in response and felt for his shoulder, eventually finding it and giving it a little kiss. He pulled your left hip against him, holding you close as the two of you waited for instructions. The door creaked open, and you could just make out the silhouette of the small woman.

"So, uh, I was gonna say we should wait five minutes, but they're just gonna close," Linda said softly, "Have a good week, guys!" she laughed, turning on her cellphone flashlight to collect her things.

"Come on," Shawn muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket and illuminating the floor. You grabbed your stuff and kept Geoff in your arms, positive it was pouring outside.

"You ready?" Shawn asked, earning a nod from you as you raced out to the Jeep. It was at the very back of the parking lot and the rain was coming down sideways, so an umbrella was pointless. It was pitch black with all the street lamps off, and your boots were soaked all the way through from darting through puddles. It was only a matter of seconds before your sweater was glued to your body, soaking wet and freezing cold. Your hair turned dark as it collected water and Shawn's was stuck to his forehead, spiky at the top. His grip on your hand was released as he unlocked the Jeep and pulled rear door open, gently placing Chloe in the back seat. You followed suit and put Geoff beside her as Shawn waited holding the passenger door open, clothing soaked and stuck to his muscular frame.

"Shawn, go get in!" you yelled as you made sure the dogs were okay. His gentlemanly ways were extremely sweet, but not exactly efficient in a severe thunderstorm. You slammed the door and hopped in your seat, letting out a yelp as lightning lit up your surroundings. Thunder boomed only seconds later, causing Shawn to jump as he closed your door. He climbed into the driver's seat and blasted the heat, turning the radio to AM 680 for a weather update.

You shivered as he pulled out of the parking lot, having no choice but to drive slowly due to the harsh conditions. Neither of you could see ten feet in front of the car, and it didn't help that the windshield was being pounded by massive water droplets. His grip was locked on the wheel as your fingers were pressed between your knees, desperate to be warmed up.

"Toronto's experiencing an extreme blackout, and it's looking like it can't be dealt with until morning due to such harsh conditions," the radio host spoke, earning a groan from Shawn. "Light your candles and snuggle up, folks, because we're in for a cold one!"

The wind shook the Jeep as Shawn pulled up in front of your house and shut the car off.

"Please tell me you're coming in, Shawn. Your elevator's probably not working, and this is kinda scary, and I jus-" you pleaded until he cut you off.

"Shh, whatever you want, babe. Don't worry, it's gonna be fine. I'm here," he said softly, taking your cold hands between his and blowing warm air on them. It was kind of odd, but very sweet.

"We're already soaked, so let's just go for it," you sighed through chattering teeth. He hopped out, retrieving Chloe and both dog bags. You proceeded to pick up Geoff and get your keys ready as the rain pelted your face. Your running mascara burned your eyes as you wiped your forehead, trying your best to see in the dark. The two of you sprinted to the front door as you fumbled with the keys, hands shaking as you put Geoff down to steady your arms. The metal eventually turned in the lock and you pushed the door open, pulling Shawn inside with you.

The house was pitch black and a little cold, making you shiver more violently. You kicked your soaked boots off and unclasped the dogs, slowly making your way up the stairs and pulling towels from the linen closet. Shawn helped you try your best to dry them off and calm their shaky bodies, both freezing and terrified of the rumbling sky. You pulled a few blankets down and bunched them up on the floor for the dogs to snuggle up, leaving Shawn to dry them off as you dug for candles under your bathroom sink. Only able to find two, you placed them on your nightstand and lit them with a strike-on-anything match, barely illuminating your dark bedroom. Your teeth audibly chattered and your hair was dripping all over the carpet.

You searched your drawers frantically for some tea candles when you heard your bedroom door close, followed by the feeling of Shawn's warm breath on your neck, strong hands finding on your hips.

"Dog's are comfy and snuggling," he breathed, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. You spun in his grip and struggled to look at him in the dim room, soon discovering he was almost completely naked and shivering.

"Shawn, what-"

"Clothes need to come off, you'll get sick," he muttered as he pulled your sweater over your head and you lifted your arms for him. His eyes were closed as the sweater hit the floor with a wet thud. Your shaky hands rested on his cold middle as his fingers struggled with the button on your jeans.

"Shawn, look at me," you said, voice shaky. "Baby, it's okay."

"Sorry," he giggled, eyes flickering in the candlelight as he opened them. "I just didn't wanna, like, seem like I'm undressing you just to undress you. I really don't want you to get sick," he said softly, squatting as he peeled the tight denim down your shapely thighs. You stepped out of the jeans with a hand on his broad shoulder, legs shaking and unsteady from the cold.

"Shower?" you asked, warmth from the blush erupting in your chest warming you a bit.

"Good idea," he spoke, standing up in front of you. You took his hand and led him into the pitch-black washroom, laying out a few towels and turning the tap on. The water warmed up as your hands found Shawn's waist and gave the waistband of his boxers a gentle tug. He leaned down, aiming to kiss your forehead but it landed on your temple, earning a laugh from both of you. You peeled the boxers down his thighs and he stepped out of them, and you were almost positive you heard a gentle slapping of skin. Was he seriously that hard for you? Now?

You stood against him as his length pressed into your middle, running your fingers up his chest in search of his face. His hands reached around you to unclasp your bra as he pulled the straps off your goosebump-covered arms, allowing the garment to fall to the tile floor. You pushed your thong down your legs and kicked it to the side, unsure of where it ended up in the darkness. Your right hand reached for Shawn's at his side but he let out a strangled gasp as you accidentally brushed against his form tip.

"Sorry," you muttered, lacing your fingers with his. He laughed in response, unsure of what to really make of the situation. You felt around for the entrance to the shower and carefully pulled him in, letting out a sigh of relief at the warm water soothing your cold skin. Shawn pulled you flush against him, wrapping his arms around you so you could both stand under the shower head. After a minute or so, he was the first to speak.

"Can I, uh, can I please wash your hair?"

"Of course you can please wash my hair," you smiled, kissing his chest. "I just don't know which is shampoo or conditioner, it's so dark. I'm gonna have to smell them."

You reached for the bottles on the edge of the tub and knocked them both over, forcing you to feel around the tub floor. Shawn leaned a bit forward in concern, accidentally pressing his hard dick against your ass. You let out a giggle and picked up both bottles, opening them up and giving each a sniff.

"Here, this is shampoo," you said, placing the plastic container in his hand. "Please try not to get it in my eyes," you muttered softly. His strong hand found your hip and spun you around, opening the bottle and massaging your scalp with the lilac-scented gel. His fingers felt incredible against your head, and you were sold on letting him wash your hair for the rest of your life. Not much time passed before he was gently rinsing it out, using his long fingers to comb through your locks to prevent severe tangles. You handed him the bottle of conditioner in exchange for the shampoo, and he pulled your back against his chest as he repeated the massaging motions. Your hair was slick with cream rinse when you reached for the shower gel and spun in his arms, beginning to wash his torso.

"Oh, I'm getting clean too?" he asked in a surprised tone.

"Of course," you giggled, earning a choked laugh from him as your fingertips reached his armpits. "Ticklish?"

"Don't even try," he pressed, the smile on his face audible in his speech.

"Try what?" you teased as your nails raked up and down his sides, causing him to curl up a little and let out a strained giggle.

"Nope, nope, you're done," he spoke through gasps for air, beginning to rub your body with soap. "You're sure this is okay?" he asked in a low tone, calloused fingertips ghosting over the undersides of your boobs.

"If it wasn't, I'd be in here alone," you breathed, letting out an involuntary moan as he immediately cupped your breasts. His hands were slick on your soapy skin, rubbing small circles over every inch of your body. Your head was tilted back in relaxation, his touch soothing your shivers. He pulled you under the stream of water and rinsed your body thoroughly, gently combing the conditioner out of your hair with his fingers. His hard cock was pressed against your abdomen, throbbing against your wet skin. Your hands raked over his chest as he washed the last of the product out of your hair.

You allowed your fingertips to interlace behind his neck as you pulled his lips down to meet yours, kissing him deeply as the steam filled the dark washroom. His tongue danced between your lips as he was quick to pin you against the tile wall, hands gliding over your wet skin. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled his hips against your middle, eager to feel his member on you. His fingers traveled from your sides to your chest, earning a gasp from you as he began lightly pinching and rolling your nipples, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. His lips moved to your jaw and kissed at your neck as your fingers threaded through his wet curls, tugging at them as he sucked on your collarbone.

"Shawn, please," you groaned, feeling his fingers dance around your hip, teasingly brushing your inner thigh. His lips worked their way up the column of your throat and along your jaw, tugging your earlobe between his teeth as he unexpectedly dipped a long finger inside of you, causing you to let out a yelp.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered, thumb softly tapping your clit as his middle finger wiggled between your tight walls.

"Mmhm," you responded quietly, tugging harder on his hair as he sped up his thumb.

"So wet for me," he grunted, cock grinding into your hip as he added another finger, perfectly pumping your slick walls.

"Oh my god," you moaned, lips finding his as he began focusing on your clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive skin with his middle finger.

"Yeah?" he grunted filthily into your mouth, "You like that, princess?"

"Fuck yes, Shawn," you sighed, pushing your core against his fingers. His other hand resumed toying with your nipple and heat rushed through your body, further lubricating his digits.

"Shit," he groaned as the water began growing cold, hot water tank drained from being in the shower too long.

"Don't stop, Shawn," you panted, resting your forehead on his muscular shoulder.

"Baby, I have to, you're gonna get cold again," he said softly, retracting his fingers from your heat and turning the shower off. You sighed at the loss, pulling him in for another kiss before feeling for the shower curtain and guiding him out. You handed him a white towel and wrapped yourself in one, feeling around for your hairbrush to comb out any knots.

Shawn's warm arms wrapped around you as you finished up with your hair, tugging at your towel and letting it fall to the floor. He moaned against your mouth as his lips pulled you into an encapsulating kiss, plump and wet as they moved against yours. You couldn't help but shiver as the cold air from your bedroom flooded the washroom, hardening your nipples against Shawn's chest.

"Okay, you're still cold," he chuckled, breaking the kiss and pulling you back into the candlelit bedroom. Your eyes were slowly adjusting and you were able to make out his shape, the ache between your thighs intensifying at the sight of his muscular build and hardened cock.

"I'll get you some sweats," you spoke softly, sifting through your bottom drawer as he peeled back your duvet and crawled between your sheets.

"No sweats, you need my body heat. Come on," he grinned, flipping a corner of the blankets up for you to join. Almost automatically, his strong arms pulled your back against his chest, feet sandwiching yours to warm them up. Your wet hair was strewn across the pillow as he kissed your left shoulder blade, warm hands covering your entire middle.

"Shawn, I'm okay, really," you giggled, your cold hand resting over his. He was silent and breathing heavily, and you could feel that he was rock-hard. His warm chest was soothing against your back, and you let out a shaky moan as his lips ghosted over the nape of your neck.

"Mm, you're beautiful," he mumbled, tongue drawing shapes on your soft skin as his crotch slightly rocked against you. You felt his hand slowly creeping down your torso and rubbing your left thigh, begging for access to your core. You spread your legs enough for his large hand to snake between them, breath growing shaky as his fingers teased your slick folds. You were soaked and dripping, begging to be touched. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when he finally dipped into your entrance, coating his fingers with your wetness.

"Jesus," he groaned, bucking his hips into your ass cheek as his fingers glided around your heat, causing your legs to twitch from his touch. "So fuckin' wet for me."

You keened at his words, stomach twisting at his voice in your ear. He began concentrating the small circles, teasing your clit before surging two fingers into your core.

"Fuck," you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as his thick fingers danced over your soaking pussy, dipping and pumping and rubbing your sensitive parts. You were bucking your hips toward his hand and he was grinding against your ass, moaning with you at the feeling of your soft skin on his throbbing cock. He retracted his fingers and used both on your clit, rapidly massaging it on an angle.

"Oh my god, right there, Shawn," you whimpered, your small hand squeezing his hip.

"Mm, there?" he asked teasingly, speeding up using the same motions. "Gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked lowly, roughly moving his hips against your ass.

"Fuck, keep going, don't fucking stop," you whimpered, nails digging into his skin as you came undone, gasping out in pleasure.

"That's it baby, cum for me," he cooed as you peaked, slowing his movements as your nub grew sensitive. You turned to look at him in the dimness, watching intently as he pulled his fingers from your heat and placed them between his lips, sucking them clean. You planted a kiss on his hot chest, swinging your knee over his thigh to get closer. His bulging bicep pulled you tight against his warm body as he kissed your wet hair.

"Mm, your turn?" you questioned sweetly into the darkness.

"What?" Shawn asked lazily, loosening his grasp to meet your eyes.

"Your turn," you repeated as your small hands forced him onto his back. You were quick to straddle him, core resting on his hard cock that was pressed against his navel.

"Babe, you don't have t-" he protested, twirling your hair between his fingers before you cut him off.

"I want to," you spoke, meeting his gaze as your palms laid flat on his broad chest. He threw his head back against the pillows as your hips began grinding into him, slick wetness coating his swollen cock. "So hard for me," you teased, leaning down to suck on his neck. Red marks littered his chest from your lips and teeth as your hips continued to move against him, his soft whimpers echoing in your ear as his eyes squeezed shut. You slid down a bit and straddled his right thigh, your hand gripping his wet cock.

"Fuck," he groaned, hands rubbing your sides as you began pumping his long shaft, twisting and squeezing with the help of your natural lubricant. He watched your hand intently as you picked up speed, fucking his shaft between your fingers and palm as your other hand began fondling his balls. His grip on you grew more forceful as he moved you back and forth on his thigh, both of you becoming a tangle of moans and profanities. You rocked against his muscular leg as his fingers wandered to your breasts, all while he desperately tried to buck his hips up into your hand.

"I'm not gonna last," he panted, pulling you down to kiss him. Your hand moved up and focused on the tip, twisting your wrist. A you applied pressure, his forehead crinkled and he gasped in your mouth, letting out a beautiful moan.

"Cum for me," you whispered against his lips, massaging the head of his cock as he whimpered under you.

"M'gonna, m'gonna cum for you," he panted as you pumped his shaft quickly. His hand found your free one and interlaced your fingers, giving them a squeeze as he let out a loud groan. You continued to softly massage his length as he exploded all over his stomach, white liquid surging from his pink tip.

"That's it, baby, so good for me," you whispered in his ear, planting one last kiss on his lips before crawling off his body. His chest was red and heaving as a lazy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, stomach covered in his own liquid.

You ran into the washroom to wash your hands and dampen a facecloth to clean him up. His arms were folded behind his head as he grinned at you, laying still as you mopped up the mess.

"Thank you," he giggled groggily, squirming as the cloth brushed over his sensitive tip. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his hip, striding back into the washroom to get rid of the cloth. Lightning lit up the room for a split second, giving you a proper view of Shawn's Godlike body strewn over your bed, feet hanging off the end. Thunder quickly followed, shaking the house.

Nervous barks accompanied gentle scratching against the wood of your bedroom door reminded you of your dogs, prompting you to let them in. They stood in the doorway for a second as you crawled into Shawn's arms, snuggling into his firm, sweaty body. The puppies hopped up on the comforter and curled up on either corner of the foot of the bed, finally able to relax.

Shawn's breathing grew slow and loud, soon turning into gentle snores as he fell into a peaceful sleep. Both dogs had drifted off, their soft snores audible and somehow lining up with Shawn's. You smiled to yourself, intertwining your legs with his as you squeezed him a little tighter, the soft patter of the slowing rain on your window soothing you as sleep took over your senses.