This is yet another short oneshot that I came up with recently. It's set some time in the future.
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Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS LA or any of the characters.
Kensi stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting the straps of her halter top. It was a rich black and fit her perfectly, showing just the right amount of cleavage that was guaranteed to make Deeks' jaw hit the floor. As well as that, it was also brand spanking new, bought just for tonight, just for Deeks. Kensi wore it paired with jeans and boots. Underneath it she wore... well Deeks would find that out later. Her casual attire on the bottom toned down the outfit so that it was appropriate for their date at her place that would consist of dinner and a movie on the couch, at least that was the plan. She was making a special effort to look nice tonight, though she didn't want him to know she was making an effort.
A knock on the door followed by the sound of Kensi's name alerted her to Deeks' arrival. While they were at the stage in their relationship where they could walk into each other's houses without knocking, Deeks always took the precaution of announcing himself, knowing that he was likely to be met with a gun pointing at in if he snuck up on her.
Smiling to herself, Kensi walked out of her bedroom to see Deeks putting his keys to her place – yes, he had a key to her house – down on the table.
"Wow," he said as he took in the sight of her before him, his eyes taking a moment to inspect every inch of her. His stare gradually made its way back up to the garment that Kensi knew he would enjoy so much.
"New top?" he asked with a slight cheeky grin.
"No," she lied, walking over to him, he walk a little sultrier than it usually was. When she reached him she leaned up to press her lips to his cheek, taking the bag of food that he had brought from his hand and placing it down on the table.
"I think it is," Deeks argued. Kensi didn't know whether she should be impressed that he knew every piece of clothing she owned or a little worried.
"Nope," Kensi lied again. Her lips still lingered by his skin.
"Kens," Deeks said softly, leaning in closer, his lips gently brushing her ear as he spoke. "The price tag's still on."
Deeks chuckled as Kensi realised her mistake. She'd been caught. In an attempt to distract him, Kensi pressed her lips to his. Deeks smiled into the kiss. He knew exactly what she was doing. In all honesty he liked the fact that she was making an effort to impress him but didn't want him to know she was doing it. He broke the kiss to bring his lips to her neck. By this stage in the relationship, he knew exactly which spots to tend to bring her the most pleasure.
"For the record," he murmured in between kisses. "I really like it. It looks good on you... even with the price tag."
Kensi couldn't help the small smile of amusement and defeat that donned her face. She wrapped her hand in his shaggy hair, pulling him back so she could kiss him again. Their bodies moved closer of their own accord, almost as if they were magnetised to each other. Hands roamed as they were swept up in the moment. Their dinner lay forgotten on the table. Things weren't always like this, but they often were, and neither of the pair had any complaints.
Soon the price tag lay forgotten on the ground, the shirt still attached. The garment had served its purpose.