Author's Note: This is going to be the full story of the one-shot 'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow'. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. I hope you like it. Thank you. :)

Prologue

Two months ago / July 2010

Tonight you're mine, completely
You give your soul so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
Will you love me tomorrow

"W-What is this?" She asked.

She felt it. In the way she perfectly fit against his. In the way her body reacted to his touch. No man had ever made her feel like this.

She felt it. And it was overwhelming, drawing her more and more to him.

She should be worried. She should stop. Her logical mind was warning her of the power the stranger on top of her was suddenly holding over her. But she was long gone.

"I-I don't know."

His arm snaked underneath her and pulled her closer to him, gently yet determined.

"Whatever it is, it feels right." He added.

His lips found her sweet spot in between her ear and neck and he suck on it enough to leave a bruise. She didn't mind and even liked it.

"Yes it does." She agreed. Whatever they had felt right.

Feeling him nudging her entrance, if there was any doubt in her mind it instantly disappeared.

She wanted it to happen. She wanted him to make it happen.

Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her.

They both groaned when they were finally connected

Is this a lasting treasure

Or just a moment's pleasure
Can I believe the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow

"Who are you?" He asked, his fingers were gently brushing the dark hair of the woman whose head was lying above his naked chest.

"No names remember?" She replied in a sleepy voice, reminding him of the deal they both made before they ended up tangled on the bed of his hotel room.

He felt her hand lightly grazed his upper body. Catching it, he gave each finger a kiss and smiled to himself when he heard her groan. Positioning himself once again on top of her, he locked his blue eyes with her hazels. "Who are you?" He tried to ask once again.

She shook her head, denying him of the answer once more, but spread her legs to welcome him. "N-No names..."

Tonight with words unspoken
You said that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning star

Looking at his sleeping form, a smile spread across her face. She wanted to stay, wanted to wake up beside him but knew better than to do that. What happened between them was only for tonight. That was their deal. No names, no reason to see each other again. With a sigh, she left the room as quietly as she could.

He heard the gentle closing of the door and immediately noticed her lack of presence inside. He didn't know her, she didn't know him. That was the pact. Sitting up from the bed, he raked a hand through his messy hair. Uneasiness began creeping in him for reasons he couldn't make out. Frustrated, he hurriedly roused and put on his clothes.

He found himself outside of the hotel where he was staying for the night mere seconds since she left. Wandering his eyes around, he hoped to catch a glimpse of the dark haired woman. She was nowhere to be found, not even a clue to where she disappeared to. Sighing and with slumped shoulders, he went back inside.

If he stayed just a second longer, he might have seen a taxi passed by to where he had been. Inside was the person he was searching for.

Sitting at the back of the cab, her gaze flew to the large signage of the hotel she just came from as they passed by it. She sighed and closed her eyes.

I'd like to know that your love
Is a love I can be sure of
So tell me now, 'cause I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow

Present Time / September 2010

Kensi walked inside the bullpen with a donut in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Her sight caught her teammates on their desks, whispering.

"What's with the whispers? What's going on?" She asked as she put her breakfast on top of her table.

"An LAPD Officer is here, talking to Hetty." Callen, her team leader answered, a finger pointing to the Operations Manager open office.

"I heard of a liaison position." Sam, Callen's field partner, added.

She followed the gazes of her teammates and spotted a blonde haired man sitting on a chair in front of Hetty's mahogany desk. He had his back turned to them, making her clueless of his face but Kensi immediately sensed the weird feeling she first felt a couple of months ago and she froze in her place.

As if sensing her presence, the man swirled his head around and instantly, their gazes meet. Kensi knew she had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights-look on her but she couldn't help it. She never expected to see him again. Not in Los Angeles, especially not in that place.

He stood up and walked heading towards her with Hetty beside him, his blue eyes locked on her hazels.

"Detective Deeks, allow me to introduce you to the A-team of NCIS Office of Special Operations. These are Agent G. Callen, the team leader, Agent Sam Hannah, Callen's field partner, and Agent Kensi Blye, your newest partner. Team, this is Detective Martin Deeks of LAPD, the newest addition to us. He is assigned as LAPD liaison officer for NCIS and as Agent Blye's newest partner." Hetty spoke.

Kensi watched as the man she knew now as Martin Deeks shook her teammates' hands one by one, introducing himself once again.

"Nice to meet you, Agent Blye. Martin Deeks of LAPD." He said, smiling with a hand outstretched.

Trying to hide the quickening of her heartbeat, she plastered on a smile, took his hand and gave it a shake. She felt the warmth of his hold and was reminded of the feeling of him inside her, of his body above her, of how everything felt right that night. "N-Nice to meet you, Detective Deeks. Please call me Kensi."

"Great name. Unique. Would have never thought you are a Kensi. Please call me Deeks."