Venturing in the world of NCIS Los Angeles. Couldn't get this story out of my mind, so I wrote it. Hope you like it. :)
"What am I, a contortionist?" Kensi said while stripping until she was in her underwear. "Wait, don't answer that…"
Callen looked away, almost stunned by the view of the almost naked brunet. Get a grip, man, he thought. You know better than that. However, it seems that this image would be forever seared in his brain. The mission was a success, Maeko was back with her sailor, and nobody knew it was them, as expected.
They all went back to Ops, and still, he was thinking about Kensi in a way he knew would only add misery to his current state. Even a few hour of paperwork weren't enough to put his mind somewhere else. Which was odd, because he had seen her in bikinis before, and killer dresses. And really tight workout clothes. They had ventured in a couple of hot kisses, undercover, of course, which hadn't bothered him so much as seeing her today, stripping right in front of him.
It was her comment about being a contortionist that had him wondering how flexible she would be. He had seen her in action more times than he could count. Well, not sex action. Fighting action. He knew how flexible she was, even taught her a few tricks here and there, which surely could be applied in the bedroom department. And that got him thinking.
Maybe I just need to get laid, he though. It was not unusual for him to go through some dry spells. Maybe he'd grab a beer somewhere, pick some girl up. Well he should have thought better than that, and grab a couple of beer on his way home, instead of going to a bar. Too late, he realized that alcohol in the mood he was in was not a good idea. He was not the kind of person that enjoyed one-night stands, picking up random girls, but a man's got to do what a man's got to do. After all, even for a brief relationship he would need an alias, and backstopping. There was no such a thing as an honest relationship in his line of work, unless he dated someone in law enforcement. And he knew better.
As soon as he entered the bar, he understood his mistake. The suggestion to stop there to get a couple of drinks must have been in the back of his mind; he realized, as soon as he saw Kensi and Deeks holed up in a corner. He knew that the night was not going to end well, but he joined them anyway. He didn't understand the knot in his stomach when he saw the two of them, but he didn't let it bother him. They were partners, for god's sake. Their survival depended on them getting along, and trusting each other. And a couple of beers was one of the ways to get there. How many times did he and Sam went out to drinks, to solidify a… what was it that he called, a partnership forget in fire? Well, clearly, those two had a long way to go, in terms of partnership, of course. He couldn't really see them together in any other way, and even so, the sight of Deeks and Kensi did something to him he didn't quite understand.
However, he also didn't expect the dark mood that descended upon Kensi when she saw Deeks hitting on that blond girl, with baby blue eyes. He was not expecting Deeks PDA to bother her either, but it did. Weird. He always though she really was not in to him, maybe he was wrong.
Too late, he realized that he shouldn't have offered to drive her home after Deeks took off with the girl. An irritated Kensi, coupled together with more beer than he should have had, added to those funky thoughts he was having of her were not a good combination. Not at all.
"I just wanted to have a couple of beers, maybe a burger, with my partner, without having to use a hose. Is that too much to ask? I really don't know how he does it. I mean, it's Deeks. Did you see that blond he was going home with? She could do so much better. I mean, she was even hitting on you, which was totally expected, by the way." She ranted.
Callen decided to let her talk. This conversation was already weird without his input. But the comment about the girl hitting on him being something she expected rubbed him the wrong way. What am I, a contortionist? - It popped right back on his mind, together with the image of a naked Kensi. It was wreaking havoc with his body. He didn't even realize he was almost endearing reckless driving, speeding up like that, but the need to get some distance between them was reaching its limits.
"Maybe I just need to get laid" He heard Kensi say. "I mean, it's been a while. It's not easy, right? Being an undercover agent."
Callen gripped the steering wheel with both hands. "Kens, you noticed you said that out loud, right? Right to my face?" He quipped.
She blushed. He couldn't believe that Kensi "one-of-the-guys" Blye blushed. "Well, you're one to talk. When was the last time you got some action? Was it, what's her name, Tracy? Or was it that Donnely girl? Well, at least you and Tracy got the right idea. It was a done deal, right? Being married undercover. Someone to go home to."
"Well, if you discount the fact that she hung me out to dry, and almost got me killed a couple of time…" He said darkly. He did not want to think about Tracy.
"Yeah, I'd never do that." Kensi whispered.
"What are you saying, Kensi. That you'd never get involved while undercover, or that, if we were together undercover, you wouldn't deliberate get me killed?" Callen said, all the while thinking that missions were not on his mind when he thought about being undercover with Kensi as his wife.
"Well, the sex would be great!" She drunkenly stated. Callen almost lost control of his car hearing that. He stopped a couple of miles from her place.
"I hate to repeat myself, but you did noticed that you said… that… out loud." He enunciated, turning to her. She saw his eyes darkening, and had to swallow dry to be able to talk.
"Well, wouldn't it? I mean, we're all in great shape, strive for control. I can only imagine what a ride it would be-"
He had to cut her off. They were drunk; he was the senior agent, in charge of their team. He needed to be the one to think clearly. Except, he couldn't. He should have known better, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, his jeans got at least two sizes too small.
"I don't think you should finish that sentence, Kensi, unless you're in for a really rough ride."
"I-" Kensi tried to say something, but draw a blank. She looked right into his eyes, then lower, at his mouth, and lower still, just to be brought back to the present by the feel of his hands on her arm.
"Stop teasing me, Kensi. We drank too much, we're still charged because of the case, and I can still see you in your underwear trying to squeeze yourself in that tinny whole-"
"Liked what you saw, did you?" She blabbed, not really knowing where she wanted this conversation to land. This was Callen. The same Callen she had a major crush on when she started. But now, now he was senior agent in charge. They needed to be able to work together. At the same time, they could let it slide, sweep it under the rug and assume it was a mission. She had dreamed about it more times than she'd be comfortable letting him know.
"Kens…" He warned her, but closed the distance a little more. Two could play this game, he though. And he was a master at playing. They both were. His mind was clouded with alcohol and desire.
"What, are you going to say you never thought about it?" She challenged.
"I did. Almost every time we'd pretend to be together to best a mark. Every time I saw you with your training gear, working out." He said in a low voice, trailing his fingers up and down her arms, getting even closer to her. He was so close that he could almost taste her. His hand sneaked up her neck, grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her to him.
"I couldn't stop thinking about your naked body today, ever since we left that airport. It's all I could think about. It bothered me so much I decided to go drinking." He almost growled. Kensi tried to get some distance, but he was quicker, thanks to how many beers she had. He held her to him, pushed her head back until she was looking up to him, her mouth a breath away. With a smirk, he evaded her mouth when she leaned into him, and started on her neck. He never stopped talking.
"I wanted so badly to have you, that I downed beer after beer, hoping to squelch the fire. When I saw you in that bar, I almost dragged you to the nearest bathroom to have my way with you. It would be rough, and fast, and very, very unsatisfying." He continued, while licking and biting and slathering her neck. He could feel her indrawn breath, her tensing up, and moaning his name.
"Then, I'd need to take you home, or to your place, since it was near than mine. Because I'd need a bed to do all the unspeakable thing I want to do to you, Kens." He said, looking into her eyes, this time. "So, let's get back to the beginning. Unless that is what you want me to do, stop teasing me, Kensi. Because right now, I'm hanging on to the last shreds of self-control not to kiss you. Because when I do, I won't stop-"
This time it was Kensi who interrupted. She closed the gap between them and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He had gotten her so hot and bothered that she felt like a teenager in the backseat of a car. What happened to her self-control? She used to have some. Before he entered that bar, she used to have some control.
The kiss was sinfully hot, and thorough. And it ended way too soon. It only managed to get both of them even hotter.
"You're sure?" Callen said, already regretting asking her that. Because if she wasn't, he didn't know if he'd be able to let her go.
"Not really, but when was I ever?" She honestly told him. "We could always pretend we were undercover. We're masters at pretending." She offered.
"Well, in that case…" He pushed her back to her seat, and started the car again. He didn't even look at her. Kensi looked away, thinking that once more her insecurities prevented her from doing something she really wanted to do. If she had thought that Callen would not like hearing that, she wouldn't have said anything. She was not dense. She could see the way he looked at her sometimes. She knew that he was interested, at least on a primal level. Well, tomorrow she would have to handle this awkwardness on top of a nasty hangover.
He drove right past her place, and wondered how hammered she was that she didn't notice he didn't stop. He was not an idiot; he could tell she thought he had backed off when she said they could pretend it was all a day's job. He was not backing off. He knew that he needed the privacy of his home for what he planned to do to her. More important, nobody would come looking for her should she decide to stay the night.
And it would be a night to be remembered.