This is just a little one shot I decided to write for fun. Hopefully it's just as fun to read as it was to write! Enjoy :D
If there's one thing that many people don't know about her, it's that she enjoys a good snuggle. Not just with the occasional male who she may share the bed with after a drunken nights play, but more generally. Whenever the weather permits Kensi will pull the doona and sheets up tightly around her body, always nuzzling her head into the pillow. She assumes this is why she's so attuned to slightest dash of cool air coming into contact with her skin, even when she's asleep.
It's still dull and dark when she wakes that morning. Kensi automatically assumes it must be 6am at the latest (it never occurs to her it could just be a rainy miserable day). Still, more asleep than awake she attempts to bend down searching for the sheets and blankets to cover her cool skin, only to realise a strong, tanned arm is wrapped firmly around her body, holding her in place. It takes her an extra second to realise said arm is holding her naked body. Her eyes open widely in shock, as a deep groan of complaint sounds from her partner who is slowly waking. Yes that's right her partner, the one and only Marty Deeks, there's no mistaking his growl, or the bedroom she is currently in come to think of it.
'No, no, no, no, no, no.' Kensi chants over and over in her head, remaining completely still, hoping Deeks will go back to sleep so she can sneak out, pretend this was just a dream (good or bad she hasn't decided yet).
Whoever is up there listening to her prayers has chosen to ignore them it would seem.
...
As Deeks eyes open he realises his not alone in bed. Quite the opposite in fact. His pushed up against a slim, naked body, his face nuzzled into the crook between their neck and shoulder. There's that familiar sensation and musky scent in the air. Whoever his sharing the bed with right now, he'd also shared an intimate night with. He pulls away from the female's body deciding it's time to reveal just who he'd slept with.
This isn't necessarily an uncommon thing for Deeks to deal with, sure it's been a little while since he'd last woken to find a woman in his bed, but over the years there's been plenty. Some he only ever saw once, others returned for a few more rounds and there was even the odd girl or two he'd foolishly believed were 'the one' (those were all way before he'd joined NCIS come to think of it). He just hopes right now that seeing this woman's face will help him remember a name, because at the moment his drawing a blank.
Turns out he doesn't need a face to recongnise this woman however. Pulling back even the slightest Deeks is assaulted with those all too familiar brown lock and the smooth olive skin of one Kensi Marie Blye.
'Deeks you fucking idiot.' He scolds himself. He can't believe his let this happen. Falling into bed with his partner and best friend after drinking too much (because yeah, his head is definitely pounding come to think of it) is not something his ever wished for. No, because if he and Kensi were ever to become intimate, he'd want to remember it, he'd want it to mean something.
Removing his arm from around her waist, Deeks pulls away completely, clearing his throat.
...
'Kensi?' The sleep ridden voice questions, almost as though he's hoping it is someone else. She understands that feeling completely. Kensi opens her mouth to reply but no words come out. Instead forgetting about her state of undress, she rolls over to face her partner. Their eyes meet, both reflecting their feelings of shock, embarrassment and a slight bit of disbelief.
'Um Hi?' Deeks asks awkwardly, his eyes finally drifting from hers only to discover her bare chest. Deeks eyes grow visibly wider by the second, and it doesn't take Kensi long to realise she's to blame. Quickly she leans across pulling the white sheets from Deeks to cover her exposed body her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.
Bad move. This only results in Deeks' own intimate parts becoming available for viewing.
'Oh my god, Deeks!' Kensi practically shrieks. No, this was not happening!
'I, uh, can you, uh, I...' Deeks stutters fully embarrassed his hand flimsily covering his precious region. Kensi thankfully helps him out, throwing her pillow on top of his hands.
With both covered (to some extent) they lay staring at the ceiling trying to take everything in. After several minutes of silence Kensi finally speaks.
'Where are our clothes?' She asks, slowly looking around the room in search of her jeans or even her bra.
'I have no idea.' Deeks admits. 'If you um, just want to look away, ah I'm going to get up and put some shorts on.'
'Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.' Kensi agrees, turning away allowing Deeks to get up and walk over to his draws. She can't help however checking out his backside as he turns away from her.
After enjoying the view for a brief moment, Kensi also gets out of bed, ensuring the sheet is wrapped tightly around her body.
...
Feeling a little more comfortable with the situation now that he's covered by a white t-shirt and some navy basketball short, Deeks slowly approaches his partner who stands there draped in a sheet. Had this been any other occasion, Deeks may have taken a moment to remember the look of the white sheet contrasting with her gorgeous skin, her petite feet poking out from under the bed linen, the beautiful mess of curls or the smudge eyeliner under her eyes but this was not the time for ogling.
'Um how about you take a shower and I'll get us some coffee?' Deeks suggests, gently taking hold of her bare shoulders and pointing her towards his ensuite.
'Make it as strong as it gets.' She agrees, trying to appear as cool and blasé about the whole situation as he seems.
...
Finally she's alone. Dropping the sheet from her grasp, Kensi runs her hands over her face, attempting to calm her rapidly beating heart so she can make a sensible decision about how she's going to play this. First things first, a shower. Deeks was spot on sending her to the shower. She hopes it will help her relax, rid her slightly of this disgusting hangover. Then she'll get dressed, maybe have that coffee and bid him farewell, tell him she'll pick him up on Monday for work, bright and early. Yep she's going to play the ignorance card.
In the kitchen however, Deeks has other plans. After setting the coffee machine into action, he decides breakfast is necessary. It's a gloomy, rainy day outside and a plate full of bacon, eggs and hash browns is just what his hangover needs. His sure Kensi could do with a plate of grease as well. Offering her breakfast is also a means of ensuring she stays longer he realises, which in his books is only a plus.
While the fry pan crackles away, Deeks makes his way into the lounge room, discovering this is where their clothes lay. He takes in the sight – his pants dropped by the door, her bra flung on the top of the television, his boots by the coffee table and her jeans on the couch. The sight results in a sudden collection of flashbacks flung his way -hands roaming, teeth biting, tongues playing. She had been good, really mind blowing good.
Taking a steadying breath Deeks regains control and starts to straighten out the room.
...
Turning off the water Kensi grabs a towel from under the basin and dries herself off. Realising she has nothing to wear she wraps the towel around herself preparing to sneak out into the bedroom and find some clothing to wear (Deeks clothes or her own - she's beyond caring at this stage). She is pleasantly surprised to find her jeans and underwear have been neatly folded and placed on the floor just in front of the bathroom door. Her shirt is missing but an old LAPD sweater is in its place. She quickly gets dressed making her way towards the kitchen where she can't deny something smells completely satisfying.
'Hey.' She says a little shyly as she spots Deeks placing two mugs of coffee by the plates of food set on the small table.
'Good timing.' He smiles up at her before pointing to the seat opposite him, beckoning her to come eat. 'I am hungry for some grease!'
...
They both dig into their food. The room is silent apart from the radio which plays quietly in the background. One catchy tune grabs the pair's attention and the lyrics soon have Deeks blushing as he realises how true these words are.
One time where one woman
Did knock me off my feet
And my knees were shaking
And my jaw was dropping
And my eyes were squinting
And my smile was growing
And my pants were bulging
And my hands were sweating
And my chest was beating
So I cry
'Excuse me, what is the secret to your soul?'
Deeks can't help but look up at his partner, hoping she might be giving away what she's thinking. Their eyes meet and neither can suppress the small smile they share before looking back down at their meals. Both Kensi and Deeks continue to listen as the upbeat tune plays.
Your legs are a melody my hands would like to play
And your hips are a note that does take me away
And your face and your eyes and your hair and your waist and your smile
Drive me to distraction
She turned and she gave the evil eye
'Why thank you' she said
Then she sighs 'Oh there's one thing I think you failed to mention'
'What?' I said then she said
'It's the rhythm you forgot'
And right then I knew what was what
And she snuck to my lips
And she kissed
Then she said 'Young man I'll show you some rhythm'
Deeks is surprised when Kensi speaks, drawing his attention completely towards her.
'Do you remember any of it?' She asks a small smile, smirk even, playing at her features.
'Bits and pieces.' Deeks replies honestly.
'Hmm.' Kensi takes another mouthful of food before continuing. 'We were good together weren't we?' She asks, almost as though it's an afterthought.
Deeks gives her a questioning smile, his eyes darting to her lips before speaking. 'How much do you remember?'
'Not a lot.'
Deeks nods before bringing the warm coffee to his lips.
...
The partners finished off their bacon and eggs talking about nothing in particular. As Kensi stands, collecting their plates, Deeks can no longer bite back the question his being wanting to ask all morning. He collects their coffee mugs and joins her in the kitchen. Casually, while rinsing out the mugs he asks his question.
'So, what do we do now?'
Kensi pauses a moment before placing the plates in the dishwasher and turning to face him. 'I really should get going.' She knows that's not what he meant, but she's playing the ignorance card. It's for the best.
'Oh.' Deeks replies defeated, he'd expected this really. It's just after their conversation over breakfast he'd thought maybe, just maybe they would talk about it, about them and their thing. Seems he was wrong. 'That's okay. I'll see you on Monday though right?'
Noting his disappointment Kensi offers him a large grin. 'You better not be planning on taking a sickie because it's your turn to buy the donuts.' She teases.
He offers her a small smile (At least she's not running away completely right?) and hands over her phone and keys he'd found while tidying the lounge room.
She thanks him and makes her way to his door.
'So what are your plans for the rest of the day?' He asks casually as he opens the door for her.
She walks past him, standing on the veranda, looking out into the rain. 'I'm thinking I might just lounge around and watch movies all day.' She replies.
'Sounds about perfect given this weather.' He agrees.
'Yep.' She's suddenly not ready to leave but Deeks is already saying goodbye.
'So I guess I'll see you Monday then?' He asks.
'Yeah. Bye Deeks.'
'See you later Kens.' And with that said, Deeks closes the door, leaving Kensi to walk down the stairs and to her car.
...
His only just plonked himself on the couch when the door is forcefully pushed open. Kensi takes a couple of steps into his apartment before stopping, turning to face him.
'Do you mind if we watch some movies here?' she asks, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she continues. 'I don't really fancy getting wet.'
Deeks pats the spot next to him on the couch. 'Come sit.' He smiles at her. 'What are we watching?'
He can't help but bounce with joy as Kensi kicks off her boots, collapsing on the couch next to him before snuggling into his side, her head nuzzling into his shoulder.
'You can choose.' She replies, yawning half way through. 'I'll probably fall asleep.'
...
She does fall asleep and when she wakes up a few hours later her head is Deeks' lap.
'Hey Deeks?' She looks up at him, waiting for their eyes to meet.
'Well well look who's awake.' He mocks.
'What happened to my shirt last night?'
Deeks doesn't really know where they stand right now, whether this 'thing' is in full flight, whether he should expect to wake up next to her bare skin again sometime soon. But the fact is he really doesn't care. What they're sharing now, that's progress, and boy if progress had a fan club, Deeks would be the number one cheerleader.
So those lyrics and the inspiration of this story are by The Cat Empire - The songs called The Rhythm. Fantastic song by the way. You should all check it out and have a bit of a dance when you finish reading this ;)
Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for everything wonderful fanfictioners :)