A/N: Okay in technicality I am doing the NSFW challenge but it's not going to be every day and it's not all going to be in this fandom. There'll be others dotted around, check my bio for which ones. The Densi ones will be under Never Let Go with different prompts for each chapter. Not too complicated.

This is a sort of spin on First Time.

3) First Time

"Fern, hey, babydoll?" This voice fell on deaf ears as she walked into her kitchen to fetch the beers and plates. There had been a time when she made him get them but since he commented on the abysmal state (big word for Deeks) of her fridge she elected to get them herself.

A gruelling mission that left them peppered with patched up cuts and purple bruises meant they craved sanctuary. They'd chosen her place to recuperate.

She'd chosen. She liked her own bed, and while Deeks usually offered up his own bed for her she never slept well because the smell of Deeks and the noticeable absence made her uneasy. He didn't like her cramped sofa, his feet either hung off the edge or he was curled into a tight ball and with the niggling in his ribs he didn't think that was wise.

He'd hobbled after and stopped dead in the doorway. Kensi's perky butt in those obscenely small shorts greeted him as she bent down for plates.

"Kens." His voice is gravelly and she turns in surprise. Her surprise grows when she realises his shirt is off. She doesn't know that the cut on his ribs bled through the blue t-shirt and he was after detergent to stop the stain setting. He'd pulled the dressing tighter to stop the small bleed.

"Why?" She gestures at his chest and he swallows hard. That tank top should be illegal as it bared her stomach and revealed kiss worthy skin.

"Oh I started bleeding. I need soap." He whispers, holding hands up in defence and he misses Kensi's look as the muscles cord across his chest.

"Have you stopped the bleeding?" She moves closer to inspect the dressing ignoring the smell of sea salt that seems inherent to Deeks. He watches her move closer, unable to keep his eyes from devouring her body. Without knowing it they have invaded one another's personal space and he's looking down as she's looking up. She sees her hunger reflected in his eyes and without another word the pair kiss. It was tentative at first, his hands resting on her hips as if he's unsure of where to put them, while her fingers trail up the underestimated muscles in his arms to his shoulders.

They know that each of them is slightly broken at the moment and it doesn't stop them as their kiss deepens. A growl rumbles from his chest as he holds her close, not pushing her limits until she steps forward, pressing her body against his, gentle against his chest. The moan that slips from her lips when his kisses trail to beneath her ear draw him away.

"Kens, if you don't want to do this?" He begins, voice nothing more than a whisper.

"I want you to stop talking and to kiss me again Marty." She returns to his lips which he reciprocates.

"I am trying to be a gentleman here." He splutters pulling away once more.

"Well stop. I want you to fuck me and stop thinking about it." She whines, grinding her body into his as if to emphasise her point. When he remains almost frozen she switches tack. "A gentleman would have taken me to bed by now." She smiles up at him and the lust almost clouds his eyes. "Don't you dare carry me though, not if you've already bled through once." She bites her lip and runs her fingers over the new dressing.

He has that look on his face that means he's going to argue with her. She doesn't give him the chance. She tugs on his hand pulling him from kitchen to bedroom, without another word.

"You still don't have to do this Kens." Deeks murmurs when they're safely in her bedroom and it all seems more formal. She presses him to the wall and kisses him again.

"Shut up Deeks." Her hands around his neck and the pair stumble for the bed. She goes down first, wincing as her thighs protest at the movement which Deeks notices. Instead of joining her he begins at her knees and kisses his way up the left hand side of her body, the right side teased by his touch as he lightly brushes over bruises. He skirts the important parts of her body, making her whine in frustration. "Make love to me Deeks."

"Yes Ma'am."