Hello good people of FanFiction and the NCIS L.A. fandom!
New story! My second NCIS LA one, so if you're interested, check out my other story, Communication Skills, that follows the events of the season 4 finale. This story follows that story, but if you don't read it, it will be fine. I'll cover everything you need to know in this one =)
This is a Densi heavy story, but will include the rest of the team as well. Pretty much, it's a pretty fluff-filled story about Deeks and Kensi as a new couple. We'll explore first dates, anniversaries, telling the team, and all that good stuff =) It is set 4 months after Descent, so there will be allusions to the finale. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you watch it right away, because it was amazing!
Reviews are appreciated; they help me know what you guys think. So please, it would mean so much if you take the time to review. Tell me things you like, things you don't like, things you think I should change, constructive criticism is completely welcomed!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS LA. Just borrowing it =)
That's all for now, so enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Kensi woke when she felt sunlight warming her face, coaxing her to open her eyes. She did so slowly, contentedly rolling onto her back, shielding her eyes so as not to be blinded. With eyes fully open, she glanced around her room. Rays of sunlight were slanting through the blinds over her window, casting dancing beams of light across her bare skin. Her eyes traced over the floor, where several articles of clothing were strewn haphazardly, and they were definitely not all hers.
As her vision caught on the LAPD shirt, last night came flooding back to her. She had been wearing that shirt when Deeks came over and confessed everything that had been going on. He'd told her about his three days of being tortured, about the psychiatrist, Dr. Winters, he'd been seeing, about the nightmares, and the minor form of PTSD he had been recovering from the past four months. She remembered him telling her that the only thing that had gotten him through the torture was the thought of getting back to her. She remembered finally admitting to herself that he was what she wanted. She remembered every miniscule touch, every brush of lips against lips, every caress and softly spoken versions of each other's names.
With a smile, Kensi lightly touched her fingertips to her mouth, feeling the ghost of his kisses there. She turned her head to look at him, but the other side of her bed was empty—no Deeks to be found. She frowned, sitting up, clutching the covers to her naked chest. She looked around again, wondering if she'd missed something. His jeans and boxer briefs weren't on the floor, but his t-shirt from last night was, and he wouldn't just leave without a shirt on. He wouldn't leave her, period. He wouldn't be like Jack and just leave her. Especially not after last night. It hadn't been just some one night stand—this was her and Deeks. But then where the hell was he?
Kensi got her answer when the smell of cooking food it was almost a foreign smell to her, seeing as she almost never cooked meals for herself that didn't come in a microwavable container. Excited to not only see him, but what he was cooking for her, she practically jumped out of bed and grabbed his shirt off the floor, slipping it over her head, and pulled on a clean pair of underwear and padded into the kitchen.
The second she turned the corner, he saw her, his face broke into a huge grin. It made her heart melt, and she couldn't help but smile back it was so contagious. Plus, it was the biggest, brightest smile she'd seen on his face since the torture. The sight of him standing in her kitchen, wearing jeans and no shirt, grinning like a madman, his golden locks wonderfully sleep-tousled, it was enough to take her breath away.
"And Sleeping Beauty awakes!" he announced, waving the spatula he held around like a wand. "Good thing, too, because I was about to eat my omelet and yours."
"You made omelets?" she asked, she reached up on her tiptoes to try and see the food behind him.
"And coffee," he said, grabbing a steaming mug from the counter next to him. "I know how you get when you haven't had your morning coffee."
"True," she agreed. "I'm still not as bad as coffee-less Callen, though."
He laughed, and the sound made her smile as she took a sip of the hot liquid.
"That's very true," he agreed, turning back to the stove to flip the second omelet.
Kensi watched him as he worked, letting her eyes trail up and down the smooth, muscular skin of his back, tan from so many weekends surfing. She set her coffee down on the counter and took a few steps forward. She wanted to close the gap between them, run her hands across his body, kiss the soft spot in between his shoulder blades. But she held back, hesitant. Despite what had happened last night, she was still tentative being with him like this. It was new territory for her to actually be able to touch him whenever she wanted.
Biting back her fear of ever getting close to someone, she came up behind Deeks and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him stiffen briefly in surprise, then relax at her touch as she drew little circles across his muscled abdomen with her fingertips. She rested her head against his back, hearing the steady beat of his heart. They stood like that till the second omelet was done, and reluctantly, Kensi let go.
They ate on her couch. She turned the TV on, but neither of them watched. Kensi was too absorbed in Deeks, and he was too absorbed in her. They didn't say anything as they ate, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Every time Deeks looked at her, she would give a shy smile and duck her head, trying to hide the blush creeping into her cheeks.
"You know, I never thought I would see Kensi Blye blush for me," Deeks said finally, smirking.
She gave him a little kick to the shin and he feigned pain. "Shut up," she muttered, not being able to come up with a better comeback.
"You know, I can understand your nervousness," he continued. "I mean, being in the presence of me after last night would be nerve wracking. I'm like a god; I just glow in the morning after a night of being on top—"
This time, she really kicked him, hard, making him yelp.
"Keep it up and next time I'll move my foot a few inches to the left," she threatened.
"You wouldn't," he replied, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Oh, I would. I'll make you scream like a little girl."
"I don't think so, because then you wouldn't get to enjoy my package anymore. And I know you did last night, I was there when you—"
Kensi lashed out with her foot again, but just before she could land her kick in his junk, he leaped off the couch, her foot just missing him.
"Okay, okay, I surrender," he laughed, heading into the kitchen to put his plate and fork in the sink. "I'm sorry, I'll stop."
As she followed him into the kitchen, putting her dirty dishes in the sink, Kensi couldn't even bring herself to stay mad at him. She never could stay mad at him, even when they were just partners. Just partners, the words echoed in her head.
"Hey, Deeks?" she asked.
"Yeah?" he said, the smile fading form his face slowly, almost as if he sensed something serious was about to happen.
"I was just wondering…" Kensi broke off, not sure how to phrase her question. "I mean, last night—you and I…I mean, what…what exactly are we now?"
Deeks looked relieved, like he'd been expecting her to say something much worse. His mouth quirked up into a smile. He reached out and pulled her to him, his arms wrapped comfortingly around her. He'd always been someone she could lean on, someone there to support her at all times, as steady and stable as a rock, and she felt that now. She felt completely safe in his arms. Safe and steady.
"Well, I don't know, girlfriend and boyfriend sound pretty good to me." He said with a smile like he was joking, but she could tell he was serious. "That is, if you're okay with it."
Kensi looked up and met his eyes. They were such a beautiful, clear blue. Like the ocean. She felt like she could drown in them. Looking at him now, with his strong arms wrapped around her like he was never going to let go, Kensi knew that she didn't want to lose this—she didn't want to lose him. They'd been through so much together, gone too far to stop now. Especially when she almost lost him four months ago to Sidorov.
She pursed her lips. "I suppose I could get use to calling you my partner and my boyfriend."
His responding smile was huge, stretching from ear to ear. Then he leaned down and kissed her, tasting like omelet and coffee and smelling like the ocean and the sun. Once they were both breathless, Kensi pulled back.
"So, we've got a whole Saturday to waste, boyfriend. Any ideas?" she asked.
"Well, we could go pick up Monty then head to the beach. Perfect surfing weather. What do you think?" he replied.
"I think I should probably go change." She gave him a little peck on the nose, then started heading towards her bedroom. Right before she disappeared through the doorway, she turned her head to look at him.
"And who knows? Maybe this time I'll let you rub sunscreen on me." She pulled back into her room, smiling, stifling a laugh from the look of pure shock and desire on his face.
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It had been months since Deeks had surfed. Ever since he and Sam had been taken and tortured, he just hadn't felt up to it. But then last night had happened and now he felt like he could do anything.
As Deeks rode a huge wave in, his body and the board moving as one, he looked at Kensi on the beach. She had opted out of surfing for the day to just watch him. She was sitting next to a very happy looking Monty, her eyes twinkling and a smile on her face as she watched him. Deeks waded through the shallower water, walking up the shore towards her, wearing a huge grin on his face at the sight of her. The bikini she was wearing also helped make his smile even bigger. He set his board on the sand next to their towels, shaking his head back and forth as he sat down, sprinkling water all over Kensi. She recoiled from the drops, and gave his shoulder a playful shove.
"You're worse than Monty," she commented and Monty perked his ears up at the sound of his name.
"Don't like getting wet?" he teased.
"I'm sitting on the beach for a reason," she said, like it was obvious.
Deeks stood up, grabbing her hands in his. "Come on, come for a swim, sweetie-pie,"
"We are not starting with the annoying couple names," she muttered.
"Pumpkin, sugar, sweetheart, kitty cat, light of my life—" he rambled, shifting to the side as Kensi struck out with her foot for the fourth time that day. "Come on; come swim with me, please?"
He gave a little pout and gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. he thought he saw her look soften a bit, but then she just took her hands from his, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Nope," she said.
"Alright, come on," Deeks said, and faster than she could protest, scooped her up into his arms, throwing her over one shoulder.
"Deeks!" she cried, sounding a lot more like a teenage girl than like the kick-ass NCIS agent he knew. "Put me down! Deeks!"
She continued to protest, but they were mixed in with laughter, so he knew she wasn't fighting too hard. He continued down the beach till the water swirled around his ankles. He kept walking, the salty water hit his calves then his thighs.
"Deeks, don't you dare—" Kensi's growl was cut off as he dropped her, plunging her into the water.
A few seconds later her head broke the surface, her face deadly calm which scared him more than if she had been enraged. Too late, Deeks tried to dodge out of the way. She grabbed his leg and yanked hard, sending him toppling into the water next to her. When he came back up, she was wading through the water back to shore. He grabbed her from behind, lifted her up, and spun her around as she laughed. After a few more minutes of splashing and tackling and lots of laughter and smiles, they walked back to the beach and collapsed on their towels, Monty licking the salt water off their limbs.
As they lay back, Kensi turned to him, propping herself up on an elbow. "Twenty bucks says Sam figures it out first,"
"What?" he asked, confused.
"I think Sam's gonna figure out that we're, you know, together, first. Minus Hetty, of course." She explained. "I think we should let them figure it out."
Deeks nodded. "Okay. But it's definitely going to be Callen who figures it out first."
"No way," she argued.
"Callen is a wizard when it comes to figuring stuff out. He's a little bit like Hetty that way." Deeks countered.
"Yeah, but Callen's not good on the whole relationship thing. Sam's married and has kids. He'll figure it out first."
"Alright, let's make this really interesting," Deeks said. "Fifty bucks says it's Callen."
Kensi eyed him, wearing a smile. She was probably born smiling, he thought.
"Fine, you're on." she agreed.
"Shake on it?" he asked, holding out a hand.
"I've got a better idea," she said quietly, and leaned in to place her mouth gently on his.
They broke away from each other when David, a guy who often surfed with Deeks, came up to them.
"Hey, Marty, just wanted to say nice job on that last wave," David said, his brown hair glistening with drops of saltwater. "Who's this?"
Deeks looked over at Kensi, staring right into those mesmerizing mismatched eyes of hers. "David, this is Kensi. My girlfriend."
Yeah, he was definitely not going to get tired of saying that.
So there's chapter 1! Hope you liked it!
I will try to update weekly, but school's starting up for me here, so we'll see how that works out. My schedule is always changing, so if I don't update right away, please be patient and know it's on its way =)
Reviews are greatly appreciated, especially on first chapters so I know what you guys liked, didn't like, and if there's any changes you guys think need to be made.
Thanks for reading; it means a lot to me!
-DaughterOfPoseidon333
P.S. If there's any typos, I apologize, I don't always catch them while editing =)