A/N: It has come to my attention that I've written a story set in every season so far (even the first!), except season two. This needed to remedied, so a "Missed Opportunity" story has been written.
This story is set about a day after (2x22, "Plan B"). This episode is one of the first where the concept of the "thing" between Kensi and Deeks is labeled as such. So I felt the need to pay it homage.
As per usual, I own nothing.
Rating: Sorry in advance, but this first chapter doesn't really live up to my usual 'M' rated standards. The Olympics are distracting, and curling is not a sexy sport (as addicting to watch as it is).
Deeks leaned back from Kensi's embrace, surprised in himself that he had moved in to kiss her in the first place. It had to have been the liquid courage… and the way her hand had been grazing his thigh. He was even more surprised that she had let him, and it must have shown on his face.
"Heh heh. Hmmm. 'There is no thing,' he says," Kensi said in a low voice, teasing her partner. Her face was illuminated by the bar's neon signs, and still only inches from his.
"Ha," Deeks chuckled dryly. He leaned back slightly so he could see her a little better in the low light of the corner booth they were seated in. He smiled to himself slowly. This was the third time she had brought up 'the thing' since Ray had teased them about it a day ago. He was intrigued by the idea that it occupied her thoughts as much as it did his. So he asked her, "Hey, how did you know about what Ray said? About the thing?"
"What thing?" she asked coyly, taking a sip from her whiskey.
"You're funny," he quipped, mirroring her actions with his own drink.
"Hmm," she tried not to laugh as she finished her sip. Tapping the lobe of her ear she told him, "Earwigs, genius."
"Ah. Duh," he nodded. A part of his brain raised a red flag that anyone from Ops could have heard his conversation then. But he remembered that he had denied it, and was honestly too worn out mentally from the week to care.
"So, uh, why would Ray think you have a thing for me?" she persisted.
Deeks couldn't quite tell how drunk she actually was. He was a bit tipsy, as evidence by the fact that that he had kissed her when an opportunity presented itself. But Kensi was harder to read. From experience, he knew that she held her liquor well. He also knew that she went straight from third gear to sixth in about five minutes after she hit a certain point.
"I believe he said that there's a thing between us. As in: it goes both ways," he clarified and motioned between them with a finger, smirking at her immediate reaction of indignation.
"Pssht. Yeah, right. Like that'd ever happen," she drawled, even as she snuggled in closer to his body.
"Mhm hmm. Which is why you have your arms around me and you're currently trying to lick off my cologne?" he asked as he tilted his head back to let her gently nibble at his neck a little better.
Deeks wasn't one hundred percent sure what he wanted at the moment; what he wanted with her. But when she pulled back again and removed her lips from his skin, he knew that that wasn't what he wanted.
"Call it a lapse in judgement," she said through a smile and heavy lids. "Even so, I feel like we should be a lot more drunk for this."
"No, no," he assured her. "We've got the perfect buzz for… whatever this is. No slurred speech or wobbliness. Inhibitions only slightly lowered. Besides, the whole 'drunk girl' thing isn't really my style. In fact it's kind of a turn off."
"Hmm. Well since we're still frustratingly sober," she lamented, "do you want to get out of here?"
Deeks looked at his watch and saw that it was almost one, on what was now Saturday morning. Given that they had carpooled to the bar, and that he was relatively sure he was good to drive, he offered, "Sure, I could drop you off."
"Or we could both head back to my place?" Kensi offered hopefully. Catching herself, she clarified, "You know? Order a pizza. Watch a bad movie. Whatever."
"Uh-huh," Deeks nodded skeptically. His eyes narrowed and he was unsure about what he just heard her say. Brushing it off as the liquor making her less careful of her words to him, he replied, "Sure. We'll finish this round, then head out."
Kensi fidgeted with her glass as they sat for a few moments in companionable silence, listening to the noises in the background of the busy bar.
"Clearly he never saw you with Nicole, if he thinks you and I have a thing," Kensi blurted out after taking a swig of her whiskey.
So we're back to this? Deeks looked at Kensi and assured her, "Oh, he did. He saw us, and he knew. But he couldn't even pretend to be jealous of his wife's feelings for me. And he knew that was a line I'd never cross for real. He'd already moved on himself." Deeks paused to collect his thoughts under the guise of taking another sip. He continued, "None of it was real, you know. My feelings toward her were more like a misplaced sense of obligation to keep up the lie that I had started. And I'm not sure why I think you'll care, but you should know that nothing you saw today was really me. Just Max. Just the character."
In a steady voice, more calmly and clearly than she'd spoken in at least half an hour, she answered, "I do care."
"Alright then," he said with a smile.
Throwing back the rest of her drink, she got up from their booth. To him, she called out, "You ready to go?"
"Yup."
Getting up from the table and feeling his legs wobble beneath him was enough to convince Deeks that they actually needed a cab. In the time it took the driver to arrive and for them to get in, Kensi went from fairly coherent to impressively sloshed. She held on to him 'for stability' as the car gently took corners. And because he couldn't help himself, he chuckled at her while holding her hand reassuringly. However, he was glad their ride was almost over when she started to lean into him more, whispering (loudly) some very dirty, and very poorly delivered pick-up lines as jokes that even caught the attention of their driver.
"I'm'ma call you Pinky Toe!" she declared to him, already chuckling to herself.
"What? Why?" Deeks asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Cuz i'm gonna bang you on every piece of furniture I own! Ha haaa!" she laughed, literally snorting at her own joke.
"Oh, dear lord!" he muttered, half chuckling and half rolling his eyes. He was not prepared for this.
"I thought we were going to my place?" Kensi asked with confusion when the cab pulled up to Deeks' building.
"Aw, shit!" he swore. He must have given the driver his address instead of hers. Maybe he was drunker than he realized too. "Whoops. I'll ride with you to your place and find my own way home."
"That's okay!" she said cheerily. "We can stay here too."
And she was out of the cab and up the walk to his door before he could even finish paying the bemused driver. By the time he caught up to her, keys in hand, she was about ready to pick his lock… if only she could locate where her picks were in her jacket.
"Easy there, princess. I got a key!" he exclaimed as he unlocked and opened the door.
Kensi stepped inside, pushing him with her. He shrugged out of her embrace to close and lock the door. When he turned back, she had shed her jacket and was kicking off her boots.
"You, uh— you want the couch? Or I could take the couch. I'd be happy to let you crash in my bed, the sheets are pretty clean," he offered nervously. She was staring him down like he was a cholupa and she hadn't eaten in days.
"I'll take the bed," she declared. Taking a few steps towards him and throwing her arms clumsily around his neck she added, "With you in it."
Before Deeks could even react, her lips were on him; devouring not just his lips, but his whole face in a sloppy kiss.
"Whoa, whoa!" he tried to slow her down, even as he pulled her waist against his. "We need to talk about this… Kens!"
"Talking is boring. Less talking," she insisted as she continued to press herself into him.
And really, how could he argue with that logic? He lost himself in the feeling of her chest grinding against his, her fingers through his hair, and her hot breath on his face. Her hands wandered down his shoulders and chest, and the way she dragged her hips against him left him in no doubt of her intentions.
As he gazed into her contrasting eyes, which right now were giving him a look soaked in whiskey, lust and mischief, he considered the revelation he had been suppressing in the last couple of days: there may have been a time in the past where as Max Gentry he had developed genuine feelings for Rey's ex-wife, Nichole. But he could now say with certainty that whatever he felt for her wasn't genuine. Because even though it had only been about a year since meeting his partner, it was the sound of Kensi's voice that made his heart sing, the feel of Kensi's touch that sent electricity across his skin, and Kensi's smile that was worth living to see each day. He wasn't willing to admit anything out loud just yet. But he knew that he absolutely could not screw this thing up. Whatever this thing was.
The debate raged on in his head, but he was brought back to the moment when Kensi tore her lips from his to peel her shirt up and over her head. She dropped it to the floor and started to tug at the buttons of his shirt, but her fingers were having difficulties. Deeks started to assist her, but only made it as far as his top two buttons before Kensi got impatient and pulled his shirt up and off of him. His torso now bare to her, she bit her lips and smiled appreciatively as she ran her hands along the smooth, tight skin of his chest.
"So sexy," she whispered in a husky voice with her lips against his neck.
"Oh, wow," is all he could manage to say in response. "Now I know you're trashed. You'd never admit something like that sober."
"I am not that drunk!" she argued. "I still know what I want."
To emphasize her point, she gave an obvious squeeze to the growing bulge in is pants, though the effort of doing so caused her to lose her balance and stumble into him. He groaned in response, or at least he thought he did. It might have been more of a deep whimper. Her hands blazed a trail up his body, and then she tucked them behind her back to remove her bra with some difficulty. It was then, at the sight of her perfect breasts and the feel of them against his bare skin, that Deeks decided to take action.
Wrapping his arms around her hips, he picked her up easily. He carried her back towards his bedroom mostly by memory, as his vision was obscured by her face; her lips and tongue dueling with his. Drunk on both whiskey and her intoxicating taste, Deeks stumbled and struggled to get her all the way to his bed. He finally did make it though, and plopped down on the mattress with her.
Taking advantage of the momentary reprieve from her lips' embrace, he asked her, "You sure you wanna do this?"
Kensi giggled and answered with a grin and without hesitation, "Yeah. I want this."
Deeks lingered to kiss her soundly a few moments more before pulling back and looking at her a little wistfully. He had made his decision, and he wasn't going to change his mind now. After a moment's hesitation, he rolled off of the bed to head to his bathroom.
She pawed at him to keep her with her, but he just whispered, "You just wait right here, Princess."
A/N: This one's getting long. And I'm feeling the urge to switch to Kensi's point of view. And I have something planned. So hold tight while I finish chapter 2. #Sorrynotsorry