Stubborn. Clever. Strong. Plant Killer. Federal Agent. Kensi Marie Blye was many things. But Deeks had never pegged her as a cuddler.
Ever since their mission had started, she had been against the whole thing. Married couple, domestic life, especially the touchy subject of sleeping in the same bed. Every night she would read a chapter of her novel. Then she would turn off her light, turn her back to him, and fall asleep. She even scooted far off to her side of the bed. But every morning Deeks would wake up with Kensi sprawled across the bed in a starfish position, her 110 lb. frame snuggled against his side.
He was always awake before her. Surfers woke up at the crack of dawn to catch the best waves. But he couldn't go out surfing until the mission was done. So he just lay there in bed and watched her sleep. Not in a creepy way. Deeks just liked seeing her in a peaceful state. Not tired, angry, driven. She let her guard down when she slept. Well, mostly. He could feel the knife under her pillow.
When Kensi started to stir, Deeks would pretend to be in a deep sleep. He could hear her yawn (it was adorable). It always took her a few seconds to realize that she had migrated in her sleep to her partner's side of the bed. When she finally did, Kensi peeled herself off of him and rolled out of bed so fast you would have thought the mattress was on fire. No, just her cheeks, flushed with embarrassment. She then changed into her exercise clothes, grabbed her iPod, and rushed out the door for her morning jog.
When she left, Deeks made the bed (because she never did). He went downstairs to the kitchen, and grabbed the pot of coffee she had made before she'd left. Then he made a fudge Pop Tart for himself, and blended her a nutrition smoothie. It tasted like flaxseed and cardboard, but she always insisted on getting a healthy breakfast instead of delicious, greasy bacon. Besides, she ate the bacon between meals. And thought he didn't know.
Kensi would come home from her jog and take a shower. She'd drink her smoothie, they would both get dressed, and report to work. No new intel for them, so they'd just go back to the cover house. Kensi would watch soap operas on TV. Deeks would read the paper. They would watch a few movies together. Maybe go out for the afternoon. Just a typical lazy day undercover as Melissa and Justin.
These days would repeat over and over again. Wake up. Eat. Shower. Get dressed. Go to work. Go back to the house. Eat. Do nothing. Eat. Go to sleep. Wake up again, snuggled with your partner.
At some point, he would wake up to find that his arm had made its way around her waist. She would wake up to find that too. And she didn't care. They never talked about how he pulled her towards him while they slept, or how she sprawled across the entire bed and him. Or how she had started to give him a morning kiss on the cheek. Not for the benefit of the neighbors, or the operation. Just because.
He never brought any of it up. Because if he did, it would stop.
And he really didn't mind that Kensi slept like a starfish.
Hey people! Hope you enjoyed the fic. I loved writing it. I'd been posting lots of regular NCIS stuff, so I decided to put up a NCIS Los Angeles story. I've actually had this one for a while on a laptop. Really hope you liked it. Anyways, feel free to leave a review. Thanks for reading!
xoxo, J