After a particularly grueling case, Kensi went against Sam's advice and prodded Callen into crashing at her place for the night. Her reasoning was that her couch would be easier on his bruised and battered back than the bedroll that waited for him in his empty house.
He'd accepted when she tossed an offer of waffles into the deal.
She'd woken early to find Callen still passed out on the sofa, looking well rested beneath his bruises. That was a good thing, as it was common knowledge around the office that he didn't sleep well. It also felt kind of nice to know he felt safe enough around her to really relax.
As she was popping the second waffle from the iron, Callen wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of coffee. "G'morning, Kensi," he murmured through a yawn. "Looks good."
"Sit down," she directed him and was surprised when he stepped closer and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks for this," he told her, giving her a little squeeze before sitting down and pouring coffee into each of their waiting cups.
She smiled, plating the bacon, hoping the red had receded from her cheeks before she turned to the table.
It wasn't often she got to have a real, un-rushed breakfast and even less often that she shared it with someone.
Taking a bite of syrup covered goodness, she decided it was a very good morning indeed.
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