Disclaimer: I don't own or in anyway profit from writing about NCIS LA.
A/N: I have no defence for this story, it popped into my head and refused to leave.
Strawberries & Cream
It had started out as a way to get back at Deeks for continuing to call her "Sugar Bear" long after Justin and Melissa had been gathering dust, on top of dust, down in archives. And she did genuinely like yogurt and strawberries, just perhaps not quite as much as she was making out.
She knew as soon as she saw the cute little tubs in the deli she had to have them. Vanilla bean yogurt. Not the crap 'vanilla flavour' or the prissy 'French Vanilla' that were no more genuine than white chocolate (which, for the record contains no actual cocoa) but in these little pots, spread evenly through hand churned premium yogurt, was the unmistakable little black seeds which had real connoisseurs salivating. And right there next to the display was a cart complete with little tasting cups and the reddest strawberries she'd ever seen. Catching the eye of the young man behind the cart, who would be pushing it to be a day over 17 despite the devilish tilt to his grin, she strolled casually over turning on her signature come hither smile as she snagged one of the testers and dipped the mini spoon into the yogurt and popped it in her mouth.
The yogurt was easily the best she'd ever tasted but what caught her eyes was the all too hasty gulping sound the young man made as she slowly drew the spoon out of her mouth for another tiny mouthful of heaven. Without conscious decision she lent over and snagged a strawberry just inches from his hand, dunked it in the yogurt and lifted it to her lips. Watching his pupils dilate had the plan forming in Kensi's mind with startling clarity.
Deeks always complained she didn't eat a proper breakfast. Well this week, just for him, she would. With a wink to the now stuttering young man Kensi added two six packs of yogurt and two punnets of strawberries to her basket and decided ideas for quick dinners could wait till next visit.
Kensi orchestrated her entrance into the bullpen, having tucked her extra yogurt and berries in the fridge (there wasn't anyone stupid enough to eat anything with Kensi's name on it) to coincide with Deeks' arrival allowing her time to set up her little scene while he put down his bag and exchanged greetings with the others before drifting over to lean against her desk as he always did when he felt he hadn't received sufficient attention yet.
Kensi dunked her strawberry into her yogurt, pretending to be more focused on the file she'd arranged open before her, lifting it as though not really thinking about it to her lips and gently licking the yogurt off before biting into the juicy flesh. The murmur of appreciation was only partly for show, this was by far the most delicious way to feed her vanilla addiction and the rich strawberry hit was so much better than any spoon she'd ever come across. She had her next strawberry in hand almost before she'd finished savouring the first, dipping it carefully into the yogurt so that it had a good thick coating of the rich velvety cream before raising it back to her lips, her tongue darting out to meet it.
She flicked her eyes up to meet Deeks' as her tongue rasped against the dimpled surface of the strawberry; the yogurt coating disappeared in its wake. The lack of a witty remark combined with the darkening of those ocean blue eyes had Kensi sure she had the upper hand.
She paused just shy of biting into her strawberry, "Are you eyeing off my breakfast Deeks?" she asked sweetly before sinking her teeth into her succulent fruit, practically moaning with pleasure at the sweet rush of flavour.
Deeks made something that could be innocently described as a weak cough, which had Kensi triumphing. Turned out the man in the deli wasn't alone in his inability to stay cool although Deeks was far more subtle. The hand, which had started to move toward his throat, was quickly stilled latching instead onto the corner of her desk. Although it was more like a death grip than a causal placement of his hand, his knuckles swiftly turning white.
"Wouldn't dream of it Sugar Bear." The remark was flippant but the endearment had lost too much of its usual silken delivery. In fact it was closer to being ground out, earning snickers from Sam and Callen who'd been watching the show with unmasked amusement.
"Good, because you know how I get when people come between me and what I want," she paused meaningfully as she snagged another strawberry, taking her time to coat it yogurt. Lifting her strawberry she continued, "and this is the most velvety, rich vanilla yogurt that has ever graced our fair -"
One moment the strawberry had been mere inches from her lips the next the tips of her fingers were being caressed by Deeks lips, his scruff scratching lightly on the thousands of tiny nerve endings as he lent in and snaffled it, leaving her with just the green leaves and the memory of this lips closing gently over her finger tips. That and the image of him licking his lips as me smirked back at her, pointing out he'd been telling her for ages, how important a good breakfast was.
After making all the right protestations and vowing vengeance for her stolen berry Kensi was forced to continue with her breakfast rather than concede that while she may have started out on top, he had definitely won that round.
And she would have a hard time ever looking at a strawberry quite the same way again.