I know it took me way too long but here it is. This story is the sequel to 'Blame it on the Pickup Lines'. You can read this one without knowing what happened on its prequel. That's up to you. You will still understand everything. I hope you like it. Enjoy ;-)
1 – I've checked twice and I'm sure you're on my naughty list.
December
Kensi used to celebrate Christmas every single year when she was little.
She can still remember everything about that special occasion. Her mother always cooked delicious things and many deserts, her father used to go out in the morning and buy the best Christmas tree he could find and they decorated it together.
Then, her mother left and Christmas became a different thing. Her father made an effort to keep the magic of Christmas in the house but he wasn't the best cook so they usually ended up ordering some food. But the tree was still always there along with the decorations and the presents.
After her father died, Christmas became just a reminder of what she no longer had so she stopped celebrating it.
And needless to say that waking up one Christmas morning and notice that her fiancé had left in the middle of the night didn't make anything better.
She didn't work on Christmas so she just sat in front of the TV with ice cream and beer and spent the whole day like that.
Then Deeks came along and changed everything.
Deeks wasn't exactly the type of person who cared a lot about Christmas either.
That tends to happen when you grow up with a father who only cares about drinking and with a mother who is too afraid of doing anything that might make said father angry. So, while the other kids celebrated Christmas, it was just another regular day to him.
It was only when he started volunteering at the soup kitchen that it became important to him. It wasn't about celebrating Christmas. It was about helping the ones in need.
But, Kensi came along and his vision changed. He took her with him because he knew he needed to help her erase the most awful Christmas of her life and replace that with a good memory. And what better way to do just that than show her the happiness in people's faces as she helped the volunteers?
Now, here they are, married and getting ready to spend their first Christmas as husband and wife.
It's all about making new traditions. After all, the past doesn't matter. What matters is the future, their future together.
They're a family now.
Kensi is not the best cook in the world so Deeks takes care of that task. And Kensi has to admit that the turkey he's cooking smells deliciously good. Her task is simple too. She's going to buy the Christmas tree and some last-minute presents. That's something she can handle.
Deeks turns around when he hears her coming downstairs and smiles. "Do you have the list?"
Kensi shows him the list and pecks him on the lips. "I won't forget anything, don't worry about it. Just take care of our dinner and I'll take care of this."
Deeks doesn't let her go just yet and wraps his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him. "You know, I think tonight is going to be fun."
Kensi frowns, sensing there is some hidden trick here and that she's walking right into it. "Of course it's going to be fun. It's going to be our first Christmas as a married couple."
He shakes his head with a smirk on his face. "The thing is that I've checked twice and I'm sure you're on my naughty list."
She plays along, pouting and putting her best innocent face on. "Does that mean I'm not getting any presents tonight?"
Deeks pretends to think about it for a few seconds before answering her. "I don't know. My list might be wrong. Have you been a good girl?"
Kensi traces a finger down his shirt-covered chest and shakes her head. "I'm afraid your list is right. I've been very, very naughty. Does that mean I'm not getting my present?"
He leans in and connects their lips for a passionate kiss. His hands on her waist tighten their grip and she knows there is no way she's going shopping if this keeps going down this path. Kensi pulls back but he starts making his way down her neck. His ministrations are almost more than what she can handle and having him this close is starting to affect her. But she manages to speak, between shaky breaths. "Marty, I have to go shopping."
He doesn't make a single move to let her go. Deeks just keeps going like before and, for a second, she's not even sure he heard her. But he sighs against her neck and, leaving one last kiss on the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet, lifts his head to look her in the eye. "Don't take too long."
"Picking the perfect tree is not something that can be rushed."
And, with that, she walks out of the door with every intention of taking as little as possible. After all, she wants to spend this day with her husband and they don't really care if the tree is perfect or not. So, two hours later, she's parking on their driveway.
Deeks opens the front door and comes out to help her. While she takes care of the shopping bags, he takes the tree inside and sets it on the living room. Then, he walks to the kitchen and catches her peeking one of the pots. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, Deeks kisses her neck and breathes her in. "Does it look good?"
Kensi turns around in his arms and wraps her arms around his neck. "Everything's perfect, Marty."
They decorate the Christmas tree together, they eat the fantastic dinner Deeks prepared and he surprises her when it's time for dessert. He grabs her hand and guides her to the living room where he makes her sit on the couch and wait. Fern is curled on her bed, in front of the Christmas tree and clearly liking said tree. Marty comes back with two beers and ice cream, to honor her own tradition.
And, when midnight rolls around and they exchange presents, that's the least important part of the night. It's not about the presents.
They're together. They're a family. And they're making their own traditions. Nothing can be better than that.
TBC
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Love,
Sarah
