He steps out of the shower, and wraps himself in a towel.

He nearly fell on his face when his toe got caught in something crumpled up on the floor.

He looks down and behind to see what tripped him.

"What the hell? You've gotta be kidding me! Kensi!"

Kensi runs to the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

She stares at him for a while admiring his appearance, wearing only a thin white towel.

"Whoa."

"You act like you've never seen me shirtless before. What is this?"

"No, no. It's not that. I've just never noticed how good you look in white. Like that white v-neck you have..." She trailed off.

"Hello! Earth to Kensi! What is this? Are these your jeans?"

She looks at him sheepishly.

"Who else's would they be?...Maybe... Why?"

"I almost broke my face tripping over them!"

"Sorry."

He looked into her eyes. He felt bad for being so harsh.

"You don't have to apologize. Can you please just put them where they belong?"

She was very confused by his request.

"Where would that be?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe try the hamper, or a laundry basket, or the washing machine, or the closet, or maybe even your legs. Seriously, I don't wanna be featured on the next episode of Hoarders."

"Hey I am not a hoarder!"

"You wanna tell your stuff that? Or should I?"

"Okay so I'll clean up some of my stuff."

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Some? C'mon Kens."

"What?"

"I think I'm gonna start calling you 'Princess of the Mess'."

"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll clean up my stuff."

"Thank you."

"Sorry again."

She left him in the bathroom after a quick pec on the cheek.

He finished getting ready and walked downstairs to find Kensi on the couch with her feet atop the coffee table covered in garbage.

"Are you kidding me?"

She looked up at him.

"What?"

"You know what? Forget it. I will clean up my princess's mess."

She just looks at him, trying to remember where all the trash came from. And then it came to her. Last night was a blur, but she does remember where all the trash came from. They ordered take out and she threw her box of empty box in the trash. He left everything else on the coffee table because he didn't want to wake her up. She offered to throw it away earlier for him, but he declined. They were finally both asleep on the couch while TV still played.

"This is yours!"

"What are you talking about? This isn't my trash."

"Yes it is. I explicitly remember throwing away all my trash and then we fell asleep right here on the couch."

His eyes widened. He had realized he just gave her grief for nothing.

"Kens, I'm so sorry."

Mimicking his tone from earlier that morning she says to him, "No need to apologize. Can you please just put it where it belongs?"

"Yes. Of course. I will throw it away right now."

He picked up all the garbage and threw it away immediately.

He turned to face her and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Okay, all done. Ready for work?"

"Almost."

She ran up to him, rose to the tips of her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck a kissed his lips. He didn't even need to use any energy to kiss back, it's become instinct.

Their lips finally parted after a kiss that didn't seem long enough.

They both smiled.

She runs her hands up and down his biceps and through his hair. "Okay, now I'm ready."

He looked at her in reply and said, "Maybe after work, before we clean this place up, we'll make one more mess."