A/N:- The fourth in the Revenge-verse series. It might be best to check those out first, just to keep up. Possibly a two-shot, depends what situations I can come up with.
Rating:- M for adult situations, featuring consenting adults. I suggest you not read if you're offended by acts of this nature.
Disclaimer:- Do I really need to keep writing that I don't own any characters or settings from NCIS Los Angeles? The only thing my own is the situations.
Kensi Blye strolled almost nonchalantly through the deserted gym. 'Almost' was the key word; every last one of her senses was on alert, searching, seeking anything that might be out of place. Her brown eyes scanned the room, and she flicked the beam of her torch up the climbing wall just to be on the safe side. If there was anything wrong here, it could literally be anywhere; Kensi was far too experienced an agent to write something off simply because of the low possibility.
Finally convinced that the gym was empty of all other life forms but herself, Kensi headed through into the bullpen. She always found the room spooky when it was empty; usually, there was the general background hubbub of other agents talking and discussing their ongoing investigations, partners moving back and forth around the Spanish style mission, support staff going about... whatever support staff did. In the daylight, the California sunlight bathed the room in a rich, warm glow, banishing the shadows. Now, as the time approached midnight, these same dark, ominous, shadows encroached deeper into the building, making the corners dark and imposing. And the silence was deafening, the last of her colleagues having left for their homes a good two hours ago, late in finishing despite hurrying to complete their assignments as quickly as possible.
For such an airy and warm place in the day, the OSP at night was haunting. It was one of the reasons why pulling night duty was one of Kensi's least favourite aspects of her job. But it was a required one; once, every six months or so, each partnership –coupled with their regular tasks – had to spend a week of nights on call, manning the phones should an emergency case arise, and being on site for security purposes.
Turning off the flashlight, she made her way up the stairs towards Ops. The doors hissed gently as they opened, and she made her way inside. In stark contrast to the rest of the mission, Ops echoed with the usual hum of computer equipment, the lights subdued enough to ensure that the large screen on one wall – currently showing the end credits from The Princess Bride, though the same frame showed on the screen as when she's begun her security check – could be viewed without flare. It was also the only room in the whole building with another person in it; her partner/boyfriend Marty Deeks sat on what was usually Eric's chair, feet up on the desk before him as he flicked through a comic book, brow furrowed in concentration.
Kensi licked her suddenly dry lips without even realising it, before leaning against the wall to observe him, her arms crossed under her breasts. He didn't seem to have heard her, so engrossed in his comic. He was a handsome man, with his shaggy blond locks, bright blue eyes and a grin that curled her toes. She'd always found him attractive, even back in the first days of their partnership, but since she had gotten to know the man over the years, seen inside his heart to the bright light that shone there, his features had settled easily into her image of him as a person. The more he had opened up, the better looking he seemed to her. A small smile played on her lips.
A moment later, she pushed herself back upright, crossing the room. Deeks finally seemed to hear her, craning his neck in her direction. As soon as he saw her, his smile widened. It sent a shiver running down Kensi's spine; he always seemed to light up whenever he saw her, even after the four months since they'd first slept together, even after the less than five minutes since she'd seen him last. That look was the one that let her know, more than any of his words, more than any of his actions, that his love for her equalled her own for him.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied dryly. "I got jumped by about a dozen terrorists, and I kicked all their asses."
He nodded, affecting an impressed expression. "Good to know. Hope you didn't make too much of a mess down there, cause you just know Hetty's going to make us tidy it up."
"No," Kensi replied, taking her seat next to him, her hand reaching out automatically to take his. "I took care of that too."
Deeks arched an eyebrow at her. "Okay, now that's a lie too far, Cupcake. You don't even know the meaning of the word 'tidy'."
"I resent that," she exclaimed, idly stroking the back of his wrist with her thumb. Touching had always been a very important part of their relationship, even the smallest pat on the shoulder, even before they both fully realised what it meant. It stabilised the connection between the two, and since they'd become officially together, the touches felt more natural than they ever had before. "Anything happening up here?"
"Well," he said, "apparently someone is planning to release a virus in the park."
Kensi's eyes widened, and she was halfway to her feet before Deeks, gripping her by the hand now, pulled her back to her seat. With his other hand, he waved his comic at her. "But it's okay, cause Superman is on his way to save the day."
With a snort, Kensi pushed against Deeks' shoulder, sending him and his swivel chair spinning across the room. He laughed, making himself spin even faster, careening across Ops until he hit the far desk.
"You want to get some sleep?" she asked, gesturing to the pair of cots set out in one corner – naturally, the first order of business for the partners had been to push the cots together. It did make for an uncomfortable gap in the middle, and they needed to wedge things against the cot's legs to prevent them slipping apart in the middle of the night, but it meant that Kensi could spend the night in her favourite place in the world; curled up in Deeks' comforting arms.
Sometimes she worried at how much she had changed since she had stopped running from her feelings. Oh, externally she was the same as always; tough, independent, sassy, bad-ass NCIS Special Agent. But sometimes, inside, she marvelled at how girly she had become. She loved the attention, the flowers, the gifts, and the holding. And she marvelled more at how it had been Marty Deeks – dorky, funny, irreverent (and still very much annoying) Marty Deeks – that brought out this side of her. Though needless to say, it appeared he enjoyed it too, enjoyed having someone to lavish the attention on, enjoyed having someone serious about the relationship. It turned out Deeks had a romantic streak a mile long, and there was almost nothing he wouldn't do to make her feel special, to make her feel loved. It was weird, because what she knew of his past relationships, he hadn't been all that serious. It seemed, she imagined, that he'd been saving it all up for her without even realising it. That wasn't to say they weren't still unsure of some things, still hesitant on others, but Kensi knew that given enough time they could face and overcome those issues.
"Nah," said Deeks, pulling the chair back towards the centre flatbed monitor, and moving aside an empty carton of Chinese food – eaten in direct contravention of Hetty's rules – so he could pluck up another comic book. "I'm not really that tired for some reason. I think I might read for an hour, until it's my turn for a walk 'round, then I'll sleep. You can get some shut eye though, if you want."
Kensi let her feet dangle beneath her, flicking them back and forth, purposely not looking at her partner. "No, I'm not sleepy either." From the corner of her eye, she saw his head come up instantly and had to fight down the duel attacks of a super large grin and a flush of colour to her cheeks.
Deeks placed his book down. "What, uh, what did you have in mind?" he asked, voice catching.
"I guess we could play a game or… something?" she said, her heart racing in her chest.
"A game?" repeated Deeks, the corners of his lips quivering against the smile he fought. "Okay, I'll start; I spy with my little eye…"
"Deeks," she exclaimed.
"Oh, so not that sort of game?"
"No, not that sort of game," she clarified.
"Okay," he accepted. "But just in case you were wondering, the answer was going to be 'Computer'."
Kensi rolled her eyes. "You don't make things easy for me, do you?"
"Nope," he replied. "Though it is always funny to see you stumble over your 'seduction' technique, and you'll notice how I'm making little air quotes as I say that. I honestly wonder, sometimes, how you manage to get any information out of the bad guys."
"Hey, I am great at seduction," she said, voice rising. "Besides, it always works with you."
Deeks grinned. "Kens, you telling me to take my pants off works for me."
"So what you're saying is that you're easy?"
"Only when it's you, darlin'." His words brought about what Kensi had long ago dubbed the 'Deeks Special'; a simultaneous grin, head shake and roll of her eyes. Deeks, in response, gave her an easy smile, equal measure pleased and expectant. "So what sort of game did you have in mind? Boggle?"
"We don't have Boggle."
"Well, what do we have?"
Kensi's mouth thinned as she pulled her lips between her teeth, and she dug into her overnight kit, pulling free an unopened deck of cards. She held them up for Deeks to see; in response, his eyebrows narrowed.
"That's not exactly what I thought you had in mind," he said.
"You don't want to play some Texas Holdem?" she asked, jumping up to sit on the lip of the flatbed monitor, crossing her feet as they dangled below.
"No, no, I didn't say that at all," Deeks replied hurriedly.
Kensi paused a moment. "Okay, so I'm going to ask you now if you've ever played poker before, and if you try to hustle me again, you will never – and I mean never – get to touch this again." For emphasis, she gestured with a finger around her entire frame.
Deeks balked. "No, I wouldn't – see, that was just a – Kensi, I have played before, don't, uhm – I have. I know what I'm doing."
Kensi hid a grin; he was adorable when he tried to back pedal his way out of things. "Good," she said instead, simply.
"But make sure you shuffle the deck properly," he told her. "I don't want you cheating either."
"Deeks, honey, I don't need to cheat to beat you at anything." She smiled to take the sting out of her words. But she couldn't resist one final jab. "You know that."
But Deeks didn't rise to the bait; instead he regarded her with a slightly quizzical look, head tilted to one side. A moment later, he held his hand up, crooking a finger and beckoning her towards him. Confused, she hopped from the flatbed, crossing the room to him. He took her hand, and she could feel the warmth of his skin as it seeped into hers. Then his other hand pressed against the small of her back, pulling her closer, and he leant up to push his lips against hers. Kensi was surprised at first, but then quickly found herself sinking into it. She knew his kisses by now; when they were passionate, when they were needy, when they were playful, when they were just simply because he wanted to kiss her. This she recognised as his kiss of complete and utter love, of devotion, a kiss that she savoured every time he pressed it against her, every time it sent warmth and compassion flooding through her system.
A moment later he pulled back, leaving her breathless. "What was," she tried, before swallowing. "What was that for?"
He smiled, softly. "You've never called me honey before," he replied.
Kensi sucked on her teeth, trying not to redden. Then Deeks clapped his hands together, and suddenly the spell was broken. "Right, cards then," he said, voice jolly. He took the cards from her hand, flipping them open and – with a practised flourish – shuffling the deck. "Texas Holdem, Aces high." He paused. "One problem."
"What's that?" she asked, returning to her perch on the table.
"We don't have any chips to bet with." His grin was cocky, knowing.
Kensi forced her features into a semblance of deep thought. Then, she let them light with understanding. "We could play for forfeits?" she ventured.
"What sort of forfeits?" he asked. Damn the man, he really wasn't going to make this easy for her. And why in the heck was she blushing like she was sixteen; she'd seen him naked more times than she could count, why was this simple suggestion causing her so much grief? And why was he being so difficult about it, making her drag the words out? Then it hit her; he liked watching her squirm just as much as she did him.
"Well," she tried, now knowing her role in their pantomime. "What if we were to gamble with something else? Like, I don't know, something we had on us?"
Deeks gasped theatrically, covering his wide mouth with a hand. "Kensi Marie Blye," he said, giving his best impression of embarrassed shock. "Are you suggesting we wager with our clothes?"
"Shut up and deal the cards, Deeks," she hissed at him.
Deeks grinned again, giving her a jaunty salute. "Yes ma'am," he replied. Quick as a flash, he'd dealt out their cards, and Kensi suddenly remembered he's once spent six weeks undercover as a croupier, to take down a money laundering outfit. This may go worse that I imagined, she thought. Or better, depends on what your point of view is.
"Before we do this," he said, "I just wanna, um, you know… this is the office, this is where we work. Are you sure?"
Kensi smiled inwardly; yes, this was the biggest – and she did mean biggest – breach of their rules ever. To do what she intended for them to do, what she'd been planning for weeks, not only in the Spanish mission that housed the Office of Special Projects, but here in Ops, in the information hub of their department? She'd wrestled long and hard with the thoughts, ever since Hetty had issued the new rotas and Kensi had realised that for seven whole nights she and Deeks would be all alone in the office. And every time she convinced herself that this was a bad idea – that they'd get caught, that this was a thing too far – she remembered that time in the elevator, how her talk of having sex here had turned her boyfriend on so much that she could actually feel how harder it made his cock… well, it made her want it too. And, to be honest, she'd fantasised about it for months, even before they'd gotten together, drifting off into daydreams of him bending her roughly over her desk and having his wicked way with her. The fantasies had become even worse once she knew they'd be alone for so long, even zoning out in the middle of briefings or sat in the bullpen, until someone had called her on the vacant look on her face.
Anyway, she thought, it's just the once. It's like an itch; you scratch it the once, and it goes away. Okay, so that was the exact same thing she'd told herself after the first time she and Deeks had made love – and she knew now that even back then that's what they'd been doing – and that hadn't lasted very long. Before she knew it, they were Partner with Privileges and the whole thing exploded into wild passion before they both admitted that it was more. But this time, this time, she told herself, I can be stronger. Deeks'll know it's only a one-time deal; he can be pretty smart for Shaggy's stunt double, and he won't let it escalate beyond this.
Rather than reply to his question directly, she checked her cards; Seven of spades, King of hearts, Two of clubs, Five of clubs, King of spades, Three of hearts. "I'll take three," she said, tossing aside all but her picture cards. Deeks nodded, understanding her acceptance. She schooled her face to calm when he dealt her two Threes and another King. Now that's the way to start this game off, she thought. Suddenly, she was aware that Deeks was studying her face intently, knowing that he was seeking any little sign that she held a good – or bad – hand. Well, that wasn't going to work, Kensi Blye was a trained undercover agent, used to harsher scrutiny than this. But on the other hand, there had never been anyone – anyone – who could read her like an open book like Marty Deeks could. She licked her lips, trying to take on a nervous affectation, trying to look outnumbered.
A small smile twitched on the corner of Deeks' lips, and he took two fresh cards. He read his new hand, and a wide grin broke his face, eyes lightening. No, she thought. He's bluffing. Isn't he?
"Let's see what you got then," said Deeks, with a nod of his head towards her cards.
She let a wide, smug, grin split her lips as she laid down her cards. "Full house," she said, stretching out the letters of each word.
"Okay, that's not good," he sighed, tossing his cards face down onto the table.
"Whoooo," exclaimed Kensi, throwing her limbs up into the air. "Take it off, baby!"
Deeks glanced at her, features one part amusement, and one part delight. "Really? 'Baby' now?"
"Less talky, more strip-y" she told him, rubbing her hands together. Deeks reached for the hem of his two-tone blue t-shirt, starting to pull it up. "Uh uh, Marty" she said, quickly, eyes sparkling with delight. "Do it slooooowly."
Her partner shot her a look, equal parts amusement, equal parts surprise. Finally, he shook his head, lopsided grin firmly in place. Then, he crossed his arms before him, hands on opposite shoulders, and started to haltingly sway his hips. A few weeks ago, she'd managed to convince him to take her dancing, and been surprised that he was pretty bad. But then, he certainly had the right rhythm in the other things they did together, so that made up for it. He let his hands drop, pulling up the bottom of his shirt quickly – in contradiction to her orders – but only far enough to reveal his toned washboard abs and super cute hip dents, only marred slightly by the ugly puckered scars from when he'd been shot. Kensi felt her mouth water, swallowing roughly from her anticipation.
Then Deeks hiked his shirt up further, revealing the broad expanse of his bare chest, with the fine blond hairs that dusted it. Deeks released the hem with one hand, sticking his finger into his mouth and sucking noisily against it. Then, he pressed his index finger against his nipple, circling it around and around.
"Yeah," he said, voice dulcet. "You like that, don'tcha?"
Kensi had to look away, clamping her hands over her mouth to cover the sudden burst of rich, delighted, laughter. Deeks may have the body of a sex God – or, at least, she thought he did – but trust him to make something like this a joke. He could have tried to make it sexy, but honestly, she probably preferred it this way instead; this was pure Deeks, just one of the many things she loved about the man. By the time she looked back, her mouth pressed into a thin line, he had divested the rest of his garment and was using it to rub at the back of his neck like a towel, one hand on each sleeve.
Finally, Deeks broke, letting a loud bark of laughter bubble from his lips, and Kensi echoed it with one of her own, the high pitched one that she was sometimes paranoid about but that Deeks had assured her he found captivating. Deeks smiled fondly at her, before retaking his seat with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Deeks dealt again, but this time Kensi's pair of eights couldn't beat Deeks' matching pair, thanks to his ace card. He grinned wickedly at her.
"You know," she said, tossing her cards onto the discarded pile, pouting a little. "I don't think I want to play anymore."
In response, Deeks just affixed her with that patient and expectant look of his. She scrunched her nose up, before sticking her tongue out at him and pushing herself to her feet. She took a few steps into the middle of the room, Deeks swivelling around in his chair to watch her, resting his chin on one hand. Time to show him how it's done. A smile played on the corners of his lips as she turned her back on him, starting to sway her hips slowly to the music only she could hear. As the imagined music grew louder, her writhing increased, until her entire body was twisting to the beat. Her fingers pressed against her hips, before slowly, gently, trailing their way up her ribs. She imagined they were his hands, and a shiver flooded through her being, heading straight towards her groin. As her fingers reached her ribs, pulling the hem of her white tank top with them, she felt the cool air cross her bare flesh. All the times she'd been in Ops, all the years, and now… to have such a small amount of skin showing, but skin that didn't usually see the light of day in this room! It was intoxicating.
Her hands continued up, but she let the fabric slip from her grip, dropping back into place. Slowly, her hands trailed up, to her long neck, before slipping into her hair. Her fingers twisted around the tail of her hair, coming free a second later as her hair spilled loose, cascading across her shoulders and down her back. She turned back, tossing the bobble to Deeks, who caught it in mid air. Then, as he stared at her mouth agape, she made her way back to her seat. She caught his eye, a devilish grin on her face.
Deeks' mouth worked, opening and closing, looking so much like a guppy fish at feeding time. "But," he managed eventually, looking from her to the small bobble he still held in his hands and back again. "Really?
"What?" she asked, as sweetly as she could manage. "I was wearing it, wasn't I?"
"That's just, like, a technicality," he said.
"What's your problem then?"
Deeks blinked as his mind processed what had just happened. "Really, that's the way it's gonna be?"
She nodded back at him, to let him know that, yes, that was the way it was going to be.
Deeks shrugged. "Alright, I'll play along.
He looked intense as he dealt out again. This time, Kensi had bumpkiss, a situation that didn't change much when she replaced three of her cards; the best she could manage was a high card Queen. It was no match for Deeks' three-of-a-kind. This time, when Kensi stood, she didn't bother dancing for him; she just affixed him with a challenging stare and slipped off her sneakers, kicking them halfway across the room to land by the cots. He grinned at her, shaking his head. Kensi decided to throw the guy a bone, peeling off her socks and tossing them to join the rest of her footwear. She wiggled her painted toenails at him.
"Yummy," said Deeks, his voice husky, through she recognised the mocking in his tone.
In retaliation, she kicked up a foot towards his face, but he grabbed her by the ankle, pressing his mouth against the sole of her foot. His wet lips tickled against the bare flesh, sending a flash of electricity surging across Kensi's spine. She let out a soft moan before she even realised it. A second later, both their eyes widened; hers in shock, his in delight.
"How did I not know about this?" he breathed, a wicked tone boring through his words. In desperation, Kensi tried to pull her foot free, but Deeks' grip on her ankle was like a vice. He leant forward again, grinning evilly, and stroked his tongue all the way from the ball of her heel to the tip of her biggest toe, which he then took into his mouth and sucked upon. Kensi's whole body vibrated, and she giggled uncontrollably as heat flooded through her frame towards the now-damp spot between her legs, her breath hitching in her lungs.
She groaned his name, voice already creaking. Finally she snapped her foot away from him, her whole torso flushed with pink. "Don't do that," she begged.
He grinned. "Well, it kinda looked like you enjoyed it," he said, pointedly.
Kensi let out a long breath, wiping at her forehead. How the hell did the man suddenly find a new erogenous zone on her, and why did it have to be her feet? Deeks wasn't the first man she'd ever slept with, but not even Jack had even bothered with her feet before, let alone realised that it seemed to have a direct path right to her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to stop the quiver on her legs and the sudden warmth between her thighs.
"You know," he continued, "I may have – and I'm just saying this here – like a feather or something that you might enjoy."
She shook her head. The new discovery was interesting, something she thought she might like to investigate further – and Deeks certainly seemed more than willing to accompany her on this journey – but there would be plenty of time for that at a later date. For now, they were in the middle of something else, and it was just plain rude to change tactics halfway through. "Cards, Deeks," she informed him.
"Aw, and I was 'Marty' a second ago," he pouted.
She let a small smile brighten her face. "And before that you were 'baby," she said, voice like honey. "If you don't deal those cards soon, I'll go back to calling you 'My LAPD Liaison'."
He grinned beautifully back at her, before dealing out ten cards between them. After discarding the unwanted, it was time to reveal their hands. It was good news for Kensi, as Deeks had little more than a high eight.
But Deeks wasn't going to play fair now, she could tell by the way he fixed her with a level stare, as if challenging her to make comments. She soon knew why, as he let his hand flop out before him. Then, he began to sing:
"The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a girl of distinction,
A real big spender,"
As he continued, his other hand reached forward, fingers pulling against the clasp of his wristwatch.
"Good lookin', so refined,
Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind"
As he finished, he slipped loose the strap of his watch, like he was pulling free a belt, before swinging the item around in small circles like a lasso. With a cocky and confident grin, he leant forward, pressing the watch into Kensi's palm and closing her fingers around it.
"There you go, Kensalicious," he said. "That's for you."
Kensi replied with another 'Deeks special.' "You're such a goof," she told him.
"Yeah," he replied. "But I'm your goof."
Kensi pulled her lips into her mouth to stop the giant grin that threatened to split her face in half. When she'd got that under control, she instructed him to continue with their game of poker.
"Ha ha," cried Deeks, victoriously as his two pair crushed her pair of twos. His eyes flicked up and down her frame appreciatively. "And now we're onto the good stuff."
She shot him a look, before pushing herself to her feet once more. This time, she headed right for him, nudging at his thighs with her knee. He seemed to instantly understand, opening his legs wider and allowing her to slip in between them. She reached forward, grabbing him by the wrists and leading his hands to rest, palm down, on her hips. She watched him for a moment, seeing the way his eyes seemingly drank in all of her, shining with love and desire, even as his hands trembled against her. Then, with only the slightest pressure, she guided his hands up, taking with them the edges of her tank top.
As before, as soon as the bare flesh was revealed to the professional atmosphere of Ops, a flush rushed through her system, sending a jolt of lighting hurtling down her spine. In her chest, her heart began to pound. Up, the material went, revealing her toned abdomen, her ribs, the bottom of the pale blue bra she wore. Deeks paused a second then, and took in a deep breath, before licking his lips. He finally broke his gaze from the soft yet firm skin of her stomach, catching contact with her eyes. She saw the question in those magical blue orbs – a deep navy now in the subdued lighting of Ops – and answered it with another press against his wrists.
The hem of her top continued up, airing her covered breasts to the world, and she raised her arms high above her to allow him to pull the fabric up and over her head. Without breaking his eyes from hers, he tossed the tank top aside.
Like one of those ridiculous cartoon anvils, the sudden realisation of what they were doing finally hit Kensi. A small part of her screamed at her to back away now, to keep that line between her private and professional lives – a line that was murky at best now that she and Deeks were dating – but she ignored it, launching herself at her partner, throwing her arms around his neck and crashing her lips against his.
He didn't react at first, too shocked by the sudden change, even as his chair wheeled backwards under her momentum. But he soon caught up, wrapping his comforting arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, their bare flesh pressing tightly together, and he pushed back into the kiss. Only then did the fireworks start in full; arcs of energy danced through her entire being, her lips tingling against his. She opened her mouth to let loose a soft moan, and he sucked greedily against her bottom lip, demanding full entrance. She complied, letting his tongue slip inside to writhe against hers. She closed her eyes, running her hands through his messy blond hair, while his fingers toyed magically across her ribs and back. Everywhere he touched left warmth, warmth that flooded through her body right to her core.
She ripped her mouth from his, throwing her head back with a low keen, giving him full access to her long, slender neck. He kissed against her chin, her jawline, nipping against the flesh, before sucking hungrily against the pulse point just below her ear. She groaned, vibrations of pleasure surging across her body, making her skin sing. Down, his mouth went, down her throat, the stubble on his chin tickling her flesh, at such stark contrast to the soft plumpness of the lips that followed it seconds later. His kisses paused on her collar bone, concentrating their attention there, teeth worrying the skin, while her hands searched across the firm muscles of his back. The skin there was warm. No, she amended. Not just warm; burning. Burning as his desire for her grew to match her own for him.
"Marty," she moaned, her breath tattered in her lungs.
"Kensi," he sighed back around his kisses.
Grabbing him again by the back of the head, Kensi forced his face away from her neck, making him look up. She pressed her lips against his, panting from her rising excitement, and he returned it with fervour. "I love you," she said, when she finally pulled back.
"I love you too," he replied, without even the faintest hint of a delay, before capturing her lips in another kiss. Then, his hands left their exploration of her ribs and hips, grasping her firmly on the ass, his fingers digging into the denim and the flesh as he increased his pressure. Suddenly he began to rise, pulling Kensi up with him. She squealed, surprised by the suddenness, almost losing her balance before she was able to wrap her legs up and around his waist, crossing them at her ankles and squeezing against him, their groins joined. She could feel the reassuring hardness of his cock, even through the layers they still wore.
Still lip-locked together, he carried her a few steps across the room, before releasing with one hand for long enough to swipe the comics and paperwork off, sending them scattering across Ops, and sitting her down on the centre console. She let him push her back, so she was rested on her crooked elbows, almost lying flat on the monitors. A second later, he pulled back.
"Game over?" he asked, his own voice raw already too.
Oh yeah, a distant part of her thought. We'd been playing cards as build up. Guess that didn't last very long. She nodded, sucking on her bottom lip where she could still taste him. It wasn't as if she'd needed the game to get her going; five minutes of bantering with Deeks was foreplay enough.
She kicked one leg up, wrapping it around the back of his waist, pressing down with her calf to force him closer to her. Slowly, she began to grind her hips, undulating against him. The friction was ecstatic, causing sparks to dance across her body, and she let out another moan, from deep within the pit of her gut. Her stomach muscles contracted, spasming from the mounting pleasure of being pressed against the man she loved, even as more heat blossoming in her most intimate place. She peppered kisses against his face, sloppy, passionate; across his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids. Then one of Deeks' hands slipped around her back, pulling her up further. His free hand went to the strap of her bra, teasing it down her shoulder. A second later, he had the clasp undone, the material hanging loose. Supporting herself briefly on quivering hands, Kensi let Deeks remove the bra fully, revealing her full breasts, her hard pink nipples, to the world. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating like saucers, at the sight of her revealed to him, and she felt a flush reach her cheeks; it seemed no matter how many times they'd slept together, her partner's mind always stopped working for a few seconds upon seeing her topless. The guy liked her boobs, what could she do?
When Deeks laid her back onto the console, his reassuring weight pressing down on her, a gasp hissed from Kensi's throat, her eyes widening; the glass of the monitor was cold, seemingly like ice against the blistering heat of her body. Deeks paused in his kisses, turning a concerned glance on her, but she quelled his worry with a needy kiss.
Her fingers threaded his straw coloured locks as his kisses became scattered, finding a trail down to her jaw. He led them on a merry journey down her neck, teeth flashing and tugging against the flesh as he went and forcing wordless mutters from her lips. Still, he continued down, passed her clavicle, until his mouth was working at the skin at the top of her breast. For a moment he worried at the tender skin, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard against it, his saliva coating the red welt that she already knew was forming. Marking her as his, in a place that only he would see. He raised his head a moment later, as if admiring his handiwork. A faintly victorious smile crossed his lips, but she didn't give him time to gloat; instead, she pushed his head back down to her, pushing him lower and towards the full swell of her breast, towards the hardness of her erect nipple. He complied eagerly, tongue rolling against the nub, while his other hand found her other breast, his fingers and palm kneading enthusiastically against the roundness of it.
He sucked again at her breast, and she arched her back, desperate to get her aching body closer to his wondrous mouth. Her pants came in jagged surges now, as he tugged gently at the nipple with his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her to beg; "Please, Marty. Please." Even though she couldn't see his face, what with her head thrown back against the monitor, Kensi could tell that her boyfriend had a smug grin on his face, pleased at the effect he was having on her.
After a moment spent focussing on her breasts, Deeks head began to trail down her body, over her stomach, his lips leaving feather light kisses over her ribcage, over her abs. When he blew gently into her navel, the air cool against her searing skin, her muscles spasmed again and a flash of lightening arced towards the wetness rapidly forming in her pussy.
"Marty," she pleaded, her word little more than a moan. He flicked his tongue out into her belly button, the moisture of his spit making her belly dance in delight. As he continued to kiss her toned muscles, his hands reached for her dark black jeans, tugging open the belt with ease and popping loose the buttons. She raised her hips off the cold console, letting him get a firm grip on the edges of the material before he pulled her jeans down, over her thighs, her knees, her ankles and finally fully off, leaving her in only a pair of light blue boy shorts.
Deeks pushed himself up, so his face was close to hers. "You okay with this?" he asked. "There's no going back."
"For God's sake, Deeks," she hissed at him, voice desperate. "If you ask me if I'm okay with this one more time, I swear I'm going to beat you senseless. Yes, I'm okay with this, now get to work."
He grinned at her, before capturing her lips in another searingly hot kiss. "Your aggressive nature is just one of the things I love about you," he said, voice only slightly mocking.
"And I love the fact that you never pressure me," she said, by way of apology for her words. "But you're still not paying attention to my pussy, and that needs to change quickly."
Deeks grinned back at her. "Well, looks like I've got my marching orders," he said, rising fully and crossing the room to the cots, where he grabbed a pillow before returning. He dropped the pillow on the floor besides the centre console, before kneeling down on it. "Floor's hard," he said by way of explanation, seeing the question hovering behind her eyes.
From his new position, Deeks grabbed Kensi by the hips, pulling her down the console so that his head was now between her knees. She kicked her legs up, resting the back of her thighs on his shoulders. He turned his head, lips pressing gently against the soft skin of her leg, causing a quiver to roll across her frame. A small sigh slipped from Kensi's lips, and she felt her heart skip several beats, before racing like she was running a marathon. Slowly, achingly slowly, Deeks' mouth traipsed lower, kissing and licking as he went, until he had reached the crease where her hips joined her legs. Kensi's body shook with the anticipation, at sensing him so close to the burning wetness she had for the man.
Kensi let out a loud gasp as his mouth finally touched her there, his lips ever so light against the folds of her pussy. The dampness of her sex mingled with the soft saliva that laced his tender lips, and she moaned. But Deeks kept his head still, barely even touching her, though she could feel the soothing air from his open mouth drifting across her flesh, tingling against the fine hairs she'd shaved into a strip. Her moan soon turned to one of desperation at her boyfriend's teasing, and her hands dropped to find his yellow locks, trying to push his head down, even as she lifted her hips to meet it. Deeks fought back, locking his body in place, refusing to move an inch.
"Marty, please," she groaned, voice thick and heavy. "Don't tease, I need you."
As if finally giving in to her demands, Deeks' tongue flashed out, stroking the length of her slit, the pressure strong. The suddenness caught Kensi by surprise, and her whole body writhed as sensations flooded her system, as explosions of bliss crashed through every fibre of her being. Then Deeks was at work, lips and tongue toying against the folds of his sopping pussy; licking, kissing, nibbling with his teeth. A few seconds later and he used his tongue to flip the folded hood, revealing her clit, which he then encircled, applying as much force as he could. Kensi couldn't even groan, the air in her lungs having to be forced in and out, her jaw locking into a grin.
Kensi's whole body shook as Deeks took her clit between his teeth, squeezing gently against it, even as his palms stroked against the creamy skin of her inner thighs. Then he placed his lips against her fold, humming loudly, the vibrations shaking through her pussy, right into the depth of her core, causing guttural snarls to rise from her lips. Her fingers fisted around his hair, tugging against them, needing something to hold on for dear life when his tongue lashed out again, this time digging deep inside her.
"More," she moaned. "Harder."
Deeks complied, his hand sweeping down her thigh – leaving shockwaves in its wake – until it joined his mouth. The tip of his finger probed, shifting the folds of her raging pussy, circling the pink flesh. He kissed at her clit again, groaning himself at how wet she was becoming under his ministrations, and he swallowed down her juices gleefully. Then his finger pressed against her entrance, pushing in to the thick walls of her arousal. She bucked hard against him, hips pushing up into his face as his tongue continued to stroke at her clit.
His finger inch in more, stretching the willing muscles, sending bursts of heaven surging through Kensi's body, cutting off all thought in her brain beyond how good he made her feel. Her moans came swifter now, short, sharp and rapid, as he delved inside her, opening her like a flower for him. His finger eased in, slick now with the juice of her enjoyment, all the way to the knuckle. Her hips writhed of their own accord, her losing all control of them to the sweet sensation he brought about. Suddenly, black spots flashed behind her vision as he added another finger to the mix, stretching her aching pussy more. She pushed down at his head again, forcing his beautiful mouth against her needy lips, squeezing him with her thighs. He jawed against the flesh, sucking and nipping, as a third finger joined in, surging into her core.
"Marty," she cried, feeling the end rising in the pit of her burning sex, the sensation washing over her, catching the air in her lungs and making her heart beat rampantly. His fingers pumped inside her, the pace quickening as the walls of her muscles loosened for him, as his amazing work made her flood around his hand and mouth. And then, against all odds, he forced a fourth finger in, and bright white lights blinded Kensi. She threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs, the cry long and high pitched, even as her frame thrashed at the mounting orgasm. Finally, it broke, crashing over her, sending her head spinning, sending a storm of lightening racing from the tip of her head to the sole of her feet. For a moment, it seemed like the world faded into nothing, replaced only with the blissful embrace of her orgasm and the searing white light. She came in volume, flooding out of her heated core.
Deeks rode her through it, his fingers circling her pussy and his tongue licking at her clit, making the orgasm stretch to ecstatic levels. As her thrashing subsided, Deeks slowed his pace, though she still shook bodily from the afterquakes that ravaged her.
Still panting, throat raw, her hands found Deeks by the side of his head, tugging against him. He complied, shifting his way up her body, hands dancing over her tender skin and releasing more shock waves. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, pressing her lips against his, her kiss needy and grateful, tasting her own enjoyment on his lips and tongue, inhaling the musk of her desire.
"I love you," she muttered, again and again and again, punctuated only with her gasps and kisses. He returned the expression, voice heavy and thick with craving. His words made her head swim again, and she pushed against him, forcing him to stand upright. She rose too, wrapping him up in another kiss even as her hands went straight to the front of his jeans, feeling the urgent hardness of his cock. His breath hitched as she stroked against it, and his kiss deepened. A second later, she had his belt off, and his jeans undone. As she worked the material down, Deeks kicked off his boots to allow her to slip the jeans fully off his legs, leaving him only in his socks. Socks which she quickly knelt down to divest him of.
When she looked up, she found herself face to face with his quivering cock, the skin stretch tight in its engorged state. Kensi licked her lips, grabbing the pillow to cushion her own knees, and – not even looking at him for confirmation – wrapping her full lips around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had already formed. She knew she didn't need to tease him to get him started; his hardness was the direct result of his own mounting delight at making her cum. He moaned wordlessly, his hands dropping automatically to rest against the side of her head, threading into her long dark hair.
Kensi inched her lips forward, Deeks' cock slipping easily into her willing mouth, filling her cheeks. His manhood twitched again, and she groaned her own satisfaction, which sent vibrations rushing through her partner's body. She glanced up; Deeks' eyes were closed, and his head titled back, his features twisted into pleasure. Unbidden, his hips began to move, back and forth, and she shifted her lips to meet his pace. Her tongue licked out, stroking at the underside of his cock, feeling the silky skin there.
A moment later, the pressure on the side of her head increased, and he held her head in place. He pumped into her, and Kensi let him fuck her mouth; his need was great, brought about by her own uncoming, and she would not deny him this. She moaned as the tip of his cock sunk deep into her throat, the shaft filling her, before he pulled it back to the head, only to drive in again.
Deeks' pace increased, his urgency rising. "Kensi," he breathed. "Kensi." She groaned in answer, knowing he enjoyed having total control over her; it wasn't often that she let him have it, but she had to admit that she liked it on the occasions where he used her like this. Just then, his speed slowed again, but the pressure he applied only increased. Kensi found her lips sliding down the full length of him, and opened her jaw wider to allow him greater entrance. His cock brushed the back of her throat, and she fought against the gag reflex. He moaned as she deep-throated him, every inch of the throbbing hardness inside of her mouth. He pulled his cock free, only letting her gasp quickly for air before he was in her again. Again and again he thrust, making her nose press against the fine hairs above his cock while her chin was against his balls.
Then, just as suddenly, he was pulling her up. Her mouth left his cock with a wet, meaty pop, and she allowed herself to be forced into a standing position, just in time for him to press a thankful kiss against her lips.
"Deeks," she sighed when she had finally controlled her erratic breathing. "Deeks, I need you inside me."
He grinned, his own breath still ragged, but he reached for a condom from his wallet. She wasn't going to comment on him having brought them to work with him; the truth was, she had a box in her bag anyway, and she actually had been planning on using them. She took his cock in her hand, gently stroking it, feeling the pulse surge through it, as Deeks unwrapped the small silver package. She took it from him before he could say anything, using one hand to pull him into a kiss, and the other to sheathe the latex over his powerful erection, before easing the tip to rest against her burning entrance.
Deeks paused there a moment, resting his forehead against hers. She could feel his ragged breath on her lips. Her groin protested his lack of movement, and she tried to grind herself against his cock. Why did he always to tease her like this? Then she knew the answer; because he could. Because it drove her crazy, because he enjoyed it. Because he got off on her pleading for him. It was only when her entire body was quivering from anticipation, when her needy moans finally spilled from her throat, that he pushed in, his head breaking the surface. Her muscles protested – but in that good way – as he pressed his manhood inside her sex. He took his time, blissful inch by blissful inch, filling her up, throwing fuel onto the bonfire that burned deep with the pit of her sex. He kissed her, before driving himself in fully, all the way to the hilt, dragging a cry from her lips. Her hands went to his back, fingers and nails digging into the flesh there, making long red marks up and down his skin.
When he was convinced she was acclimatised to his presence inside her, Deeks slowly drew his cock back, letting it rest with only his head rested beyond her folds. Her muscles contracted tightly around his hardness, quivering with her need, before he slammed himself fully into her once more.
"Kensi," he grunted, voice husky.
She replied by slobbering kisses over every inch of his skin she could reach, only to be cut short by a fresh moan as he drove into her again. His hand dropped, grabbing her by the ass, fingers playing with her cheek, even as his pace quickened. Then he stroked down, onto her thigh, before tugging against it. She leant back hard against the console, almost off balance as one foot lifted off the floor under his demands, and she wrapped an arm around his neck to keep herself standing. Now he could open her thighs wider, giving him better access to her eager pussy. She moaned, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he thrust his wonderful cock into her, his groin slapping hard against hers.
Kensi felt a fresh moan rising deep within the pit of her belly, a moan that she already knew was going to be long, deep, and loud. She sucked the skin of his neck, teeth gnashing at his shoulder, trying to stomp the moan down, but it was no use; Deeks, plunging his solid manhood into her, was making energy storms crackle all over her body. He was making her heart race, her breath hitch, her pussy throb. The moan only grew in potential as he lifted her leg even higher, up passed his waist, passed his arms, before resting her ankle against his shoulder. She was fully open to him now, her position allowing him to drive himself even deeper into her scorching core, to angle his cock to hit her sweet spot every time. She tried to keep pace with his hips, tried to match his rhythm, but the mounting sensation quickly made her writhe against him, grinding herself in desperation as the ecstasy built. Stars burst behind her eyes. No, not stars; fireworks. Bright, blinding, every colour under the sun. The moan grew again, but she locked her jaws together, determined to milk every last scrap of pleasure she could while he was inside her.
Then Deeks did what he always did when he needed to best her; he cheated. His other hand dropped, seeking right out between the two of them, pad of his thumb pressing firmly against the aching nub of her clit. It only took a few circles of his thumb before she couldn't fight it any more, her vision turning to blinding whiteness, and the scream – a long, deep, scream of ecstasy – ripping from her throat as she came again.
She was panting roughly when she finally came down, whole body shaking as Deeks still thrust inside her, his pace slower now, the torture exquisite. She ran her hands down his sides, hearing him grunt in response. It took her mind – still out of it from her toe curling orgasm – a few seconds to understand; Deeks was holding back.
She lifted her head, lips close to his ear. "No, no," she breathed, kissing him on the lobe. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me."
Her words seemed to break him, and he suddenly pulled his cock free. Kensi didn't even have time to whine a protest before he had spun her around, bending her over the console. He hooked the back of her knee with one hand, lifting it up and placing it on the flatbed besides her, her other foot still down on the floor, her breasts squashed on the cold monitor. She turned her head, seeing him over her shoulder as he positioned himself, then let out a loud cry when he pressed his manhood into her soaking core again.
His fingers digging tightly into her hips, Deeks drove himself into her with abandon, grunting with his own mounting feeling. The muscles of her pussy were wet enough now for him to fuck her with urgency, but still tight enough to squeeze against him and ensure his sensations were breathtaking too. With each thrust, she moaned, wordless snaps of noise, the pitch rising as he continued. Her body shook again, and she felt another orgasm stirring. Still Deeks thrust into her centre, his breath laboured from his exertion but his frantic pace not slowing in the slightest.
"Cum, Marty," she begged, her voice scattered from the mounting sensation inside her. "Come on."
Finally, his whole body shuddered, and he let out a long groan as his cock twitched wildly, and she knew he had exploded inside of her. That single thought triggered her third orgasm, the bliss rolling over her and dragging another cry from her, this time one she made sure came out as his name.
His pace slowed, almost to nothing, as his cock turned limp within her core. His hands roamed her back, stroking against the skin there, and on her sides, and playing tenderly with the firm roll of her ass. She let him ease himself down, while her own breathing slowly returning to normal. A moment later, he slipped himself from her – Kensi letting out a small moan of disappointment – before pulling her around to face him. He cupped her chin, raising her face to meet his, before covering her mouth with his. His breath was still deep and shallow, and she could feel the quiver in his legs as he struggled to support himself after his release, so she let him lean heavily against her, sinking happily into his post-coital kiss.
They stayed that way for a long moment, feeling each other's heartbeat return to normal, hands and fingers trailing gently and idly down each other's sides, the thin sheen of sweat they both wore mingling together. Then Deeks pulled himself away, sliding the condom from his dick and tossing it into the trash bin. He let out a long sigh, blowing out all the air in his lungs, before turning to her and throwing her a wolfen grin, wrapping her up into a warm embrace, his reassuring arms tight around her.
"You know," he began, murmuring as he nuzzled into her hair, "I'm, I'm not going to be able to stand through another briefing in here without getting a hard-on."
Kensi smiled, flushing. "Me neither," she replied.
He pulled his head back, arching an eyebrow at her. "What's, uh, what's that, like a lady boner or something?"
Kensi laughed. "Something like that," she told him. Truth was, it would take a while, and she was pretty sure she'd blush furiously for weeks whenever anyone even so much as looked in her direction in Ops, but she was pretty sure it was worth it. Besides, she told herself again, it's a one-time thing. Got to get it out of your system before it affects your job. Then, her jaw cracked as a yawn forced its way out.
"Sleepy now?" Deeks asked her.
She stretched, cat like, her sated muscles clicking. As soon as he said it, Kensi knew that she was tired; a long day of work, followed by mind blowing sex, would do that to a person. She nodded, already feeling her lids getting heavy. "Yeah, but content too. You coming with?" she asked.
Deeks glanced over at the nearest computer, checking the time, before his face twisted in disappointment. "I'd love to, but I have to do my check in a minute, and I guess someone needs to tidy up this mess." He gestured to the empty food cartons and discarded paperwork. "And we all know it's not going to be you."
She thumped her fist against his shoulder, not really putting any effort into it, and Deeks laughed as he rubbed against the impact point. "Don't forget to empty the bin," she informed him. "I don't want Nell or Eric to find your condom in the morning."
"No, we don't want that," he agreed. "Cause then someone might need to explain the birds and the bees to them, and I don't really feel like having that chat, no thank you."
She smiled back at him, chuckling softly. Then Kensi reached out a hand, stroking her palm tenderly against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble tickle her skin. His own hand rose, capturing hers, holding it softly in place. His thumb idly stroked against the back of his hand.
Then he suddenly pulled back, shooting her a grin. "I'm gonna put my clothes back on now. Why don't you get into bed, and keep it warm for me, and I'll be back as soon as I can."
"I'll be waiting," she told him.
She crossed to the cots, slipping into her sleeping gear; pink shorts and a matching camisole. She then climbed under the sheets, resting her head on the pillow. Despite how tired she felt, she shifted her position so she could watch Deeks – back in his clothes now, sadly – bustle around Ops, picking things up and cleaning off the smears their lovemaking had no doubt left on the centre console. After a few minutes, he crossed over to the cots, sitting beside her as he refastened his watch. The thin mattress depressed under his weight.
"Close your eyes," he told her, softly. "I'm going to do my walk, and I expect you to be asleep by the time I come back." He leant forward, pressing his lips against her forehead tenderly, before rising. But Kensi was quicker, grabbing him by the hand. He turned back, confusion on his face.
"I love you," she told him.
Deeks smiled. "I love you more, Princess," he replied.
Kensi snorted a laugh. "Not possible."
Deeks kissed her again, fully on the lips this time, before heading out into the rest of the mission. Kensi let her eyes flutter closed, and sank fully into sleep. Sometime later, when Deeks returned, slipping into the bed, and wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, she was only dimly aware. She snuggled happily against him, drifting back to sleep.
