"That had better be your gun," Kensi said through gritted teeth, elbowing her partner in his stomach.
Deeks grunted at the impact but continued thrusting playfully against her ass. "Oh yeah, it's my magnum," he said, emphasizing magnum with a pop of his lips.
"Oh my God, are you serious?" Kensi rolled her eyes. "I have told you, I'm not calling your dick 'magnum.' And stop it, we're working."
"I'll tell you what's working, those jeans are working. With those boots and the boobs and that ass, damn."
"Ahem," Callen interrupted over their ear coms. "You do realize we can hear you."
"And it's getting old," Sam added.
"Not even sorry," Deeks responded. "You see our suspect anywhere?"
"Nothing on our end. Eric, you got a visual?"
Eric's voice came over their coms. "Sorry guys, I'm not seeing anything."
"Hold on, I got something," Callen said, pulling a cell phone out of a trash can as Kensi and Deeks walked up to him. "Dead end, again."
"Eric, keep an eye out for this guy? We're headed back your way." Sam pointed a finger at Deeks. "You, keep your hands to yourself, magnum."
Deeks laughed. "No promises!" He turned his com off and threw his arm over his partner's shoulder, pulling her close to him as they walked to her SUV.
Kensi turned her earpiece off, pulled her keys out of her pocket, and handed them to him. "You can drive."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You feeling okay?"
"I'm good."
"Alright." Deeks turned the car on, changing the playlist on Kensi's iPod from 'Bust a Move' to 'Big D's Mix'. Aerosmith's Love On An Elevator came on and he started driving back towards the mission. "Sorry about giving you a hard time today."
She chuckled. "That's it? No other comments about how you'd like to really give me a hard time?"
"I was thinking it," he responded, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "No really, that was terribly unprofessional. It won't happen again. Until tomorrow anyway." The dingdingding of the seatbelt warning caught him off guard. "Hey, you need to put your seatbelt on."
"Not really." Kensi leaned her body over the center console, nibbling his earlobe as she ran her hand in between his legs.
"Wha?" Deeks tried to pull his ear away from her mouth, but she grabbed his hair and tugged on his ear with her teeth. "Okay, now this just isn't fair…"
"Just shut up and drive," Kensi whispered, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans.
"Um yeah, no, I will definitely-," he gasped as she tugged his jeans open and grasped him firmly. "Uh, drive. It's getting kinda hard though. No pun intended."
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, licking his neck and stroking him harder.
"No no," Deeks panted with a smile, gripping the steering wheel. "That's very, very, good."
"Is this what you wanted?" Kensi whispered in his ear.
"What I want is a red light," he said through gritted teeth. Shesmiled devilishly and lowered her head to his lap, stretching her body across the cupholders. "Oh, my God. Are you serious?"
Starting at the base of his shaft, Kensi teased her way up to with her tongue, swirling at the tip. "I could still stop."
"Please don't." She slowly lowered her mouth onto him and he grasped her ponytail with his free hand. "Shit Kensi." He saw a red light approaching and exhaled. "Oh thank you baby Jesus," he said, applying the brakes too firmly. The SUV jerked forward, causing Kensi's head to hit the steering wheel.
"Ow."
"Really, very, hmmm…sorry." Deeks closed eyes briefly, still clutching her hair. "I uh, as an officer of the law, I feel the need to tell you, um, that this is highly illegal. Penal code, ah shit, I don't care."
Kensi picked up her pace, his sudden silence and rapid breathing giving away that he was close. Finally bringing the car to a halt, Deeks threw the gearshift into park and closed his eyes. His fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, tugging with every movement she made until he gasped and yanked hard on her ponytail.
After a moment of silence, the sound of a car horn startled them both. Kensi popped her head up, making a terrible face, and noticed an older woman staring open-mouthed at them. Deeks waved to the woman awkwardly, cringing as he adjusted his pants and put the SUV into drive again. "Wow," he said, still breathing heavily. "Really? Wow. That was awesome. Dangerous, illegal, and stupid, but awe-some. Kens? You alright?"
Kensi wasn't speaking and still had a horrible look on her face when he glanced over at her. "Oh damn. Sorry," he said, laughing as she glared at him. "Come on, just this one time." She rolled her eyes and swallowed, sticking her tongue out and shaking her head afterward. "What? You started it."
"I didn't start it, you started it," she argued.
"Oh no, I clearly remember you rubbing your boobs all over me when we got in the car earlier. 'Oh excuse me Deeks, I need to reach this piece of trash that's been in my car for six months but desperately needs to be thrown away right this instant.'"
She blew the air out of her mouth. "You morning wooded me this morning."
"I morning wood you every morning!"
Licking her lips, Kensi relented. "Fine, I started it. But at least I finished it, too."
Deeks did a double-take. "Um, what? That's it?"
"We're pulling in to work right now, Deeks." His face fell, and Kensi grinned mischeviously at him. "It's okay. I know you'll get me back."
Returning her grin, Deeks parked her Cadillac. "With pleasure, Princess."
"I hate it when you call me princess," Kensi said as she closed her car door.
"Why do you think I do it?" Deeks slapped her on the ass and she tripped him, sending his falling into the Mission door. "Ow."
Upon entering the bullpen, Sam and Callen stared at them curiously. Callen spoke first. "Did you guys ride with the windows down or something?"
Kensi's eyes grew wide and she laughed nervously. "Why would you ask that?"
"He's trying to say your hair is a hot mess," Sam answered. "Deeks' hair is always a hot mess, but not yours."
"Yeah, it was a beautiful day," she said, adjusting her ponytail. "We should head up to Ops." Glancing pointedly at her partner, she bolted for the stairs.
Deeks shifted his eyes between Sam and Callen, unable to contain his grin. "What?"
"Uh huh," Sam said, cocking his head.
"What, you guys. We're just trying to stay a'head'," Deeks made quotations marks with his fingers and winked, "of the bad guys." He smiled and sprinted up the stairs.
"Nooooooooo." Sam frowned as his partner laughed.
"What's wrong, big guy? Jealous?"
Sam puffed his chest out. "Oh I get mine, G. You worry about yourself."
"I have nothing to worry about," Callen responded, following the junior partners up to the Ops center.
"I get mine," Sam muttered, hanging head as he trotted up the stairs.
"Whatever you say, Sam."
