It was the beginning of another beautiful Los Angeles day. The sun was shining, a cool breeze blew in off the ocean and the spring flowers were starting to bloom. Too bad she couldn't enjoy it. Kensi was running around her apartment like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get ready for work. Clothes were strewn about on the floor, make-up littered the vanity top in the bathroom and coffee grounds were split on the floor in a mad dash to make herself presentable. Usually, she didn't put much effort into her appearance but this morning was different. She had the urge to look put together, she wanted to look sultry, sexy. She wanted attention, the attention of someone in particular.

20 minutes earlier:

Kensi woke with a start, heart pounding, a sheen of sweat across her forehead. She had another steamy, and rather explicit, dream about her partner. Even in her subconscious mind, Marty Deeks was running amuck! It's the reason she hit the snooze button hoping to return to the dream sequence that left her a breathless mess with limbs tangled in bed sheets.

She should have gotten out of bed, should have jumped right into a cold shower but instead she drifted back to sleep. Her mind, once again, conjuring up images of him standing half-naked in front of her. His hands skimming over her body sending shock waves through to her bones. His lips soft, warm and wet on her neck sent her pulse racing. Her hands exploring the muscles of his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath his skin…and oh, that bronze skin, so smooth and soft underneath her fingertips making her want more, she needed more of him; she needed all of him. Just as her hands released the clasp of his belt and moved to unbutton his jeans, the incessant beeping of her alarm once again jolted her awake.

She let out a long sigh and lay in the bed staring at the ceiling as she calmed her breath and forced her heart rate to return to normal. This was becoming a major problem. More often than not, he was with her at night in dreams. Dreams that were so vivid, she could smell the sea in his hair, taste the coffee on his lips and feel the heat of his breath against her skin.

As she made her way to the mission, her mind was cluttered with thoughts. What was she supposed to do about these dreams? She had to make them stop. She shouldn't be having thoughts like this of her partner and she most certainly should not be enjoying these thoughts and dreams nearly as much as she was. It's a constant struggle to maintain distance, professionalism and more and more she found she didn't have the desire to or the strength to keep up the fight.

As she pulls into a parking space she notice he is already here and a small smile sneaks onto her face. Realization washes over her…he makes her happy. The man, infuriating as he is, is the main source of her happiness. He's the main reason she gets up each morning. She just enjoys being around him. His incessant babble, once annoying is now comforting. His invasion of personal space is a craving she once despised.

As the recognition of her feelings wash over her the last bits of doubt and hesitation seep from her mind; she is though fighting this battle. Doesn't she deserve a little bit of happiness? After all of the hurt that she felt in her lifetime shouldn't she be entitled to a bit of joy?

Making her way into the bull pen, she notice Deeks is the only one sitting at his desk shuffling through case reports. He's wearing a blue t-shirt that make his eyes look even bluer than the bluest sky. His grin mischievous and makes her heart skip a beat. His hair as always, is slightly disheveled like he just rolled out of bed. The thought alone makes her wonder what he would look like rolling out of her bed first thing in the morning. His voice brings her back to reality and she hopes he doesn't see the blush she feels rising from her neck.

"Morning sunshine" he says as he takes in her appearance. She's wearing dark wash, skin-tight jeans and a white button down shirt with the first two buttons open. He can see the delicate curve of her collar-bone and the slight swell of her breast. Her skin looks like it's glowing and her cheeks have just the slightest tint of pink. God why does she have to look so beautiful, so radiant? Does she have any idea what she does to him?

"Good morning to you too" Kensi acknowledge as she sets her bag on the desk and makes her way over to the secluded alcove that houses coffee machine. As she pours the coffee the smell of sea salt and sun shine permeates the air and she knows he is standing right behind her.

"You're usually here before me, did you have a late night?" he asks wondering if she had another one of her infamous first dates. He reaches into the box of pastries and pulls out a jelly filled, sugar-coated doughnut trying to shake the thought of her out with another man.

"No, I just accidentally turned my alarm off instead of hitting the snooze button" she states nonchalantly, as she too lifts open the box to get a doughnut. "Deeks? Did you just take the last doughnut?" she asks as she looks up to find him biting into it, powdered sugar coating his lips? Oh what a delicious sight and she isn't thinking solely of the doughnut

"Huh, I guess so" he says matter-of-factly.

"Seriously! Aren't you at least going to share it?" Kensi enquires as she fixes on him with a glare.

"I wasn't thinking about it, besides it's my favorite" he says as he licks his lips and takes another bite. He can practically see the drool collecting at the corner of her mouth.

She stares at him for a moment tantalized by the sight of the powdered sugar being wiped away by his tongue. Thoughts of that moist, hot tongue on the skin of her neck trailing kisses down her chest, has her body burning up and her pulse quickening. Is he doing this on purpose? Is he trying to push me over the edge?

He takes another bite and more sugar is deposited onto those luscious lips. Without thinking she take a step closer to him, he swallows hard and tilts his head down to look at her.

He's trying to decide what to make of this move, is she really going to forcible take the doughnut from him in the middle of the bullpen?

Kensi sees the confusion on his face and a smirk pulls at her lips at the sight. She reaches a hand behind his neck, threading her fingers in his blonde hair and pulls him close. His breath hitch in his chest, his blue eyes wide with surprise and his lips part just slightly, uncertain of her actions. Before he has time to move out of her reach, she gently takes his bottom lip between her own and sucks the sugar off of it. Her eyes close as she tastes the sweetness of him and god if it doesn't make her want him even more. Everything about him is addicting, his scent, his taste, the heat of his body. He sends her senses into overdrive. All conscious thought leaves her mind and pure need fills her body.

His body tenses, but he doesn't pull away. He has no idea what has come over his partner as she moves to his top lip and gingerly licks the remaining sugar off with her own tongue. He can taste to coffee on her breath, smell the citrus scented perfume that is on her neck or is on her wrist, he's not sure both are in such close proximity to his face he's unsure. The mere presence of her is so intoxicating he feels dizzy, either that or he has just forgotten how to breathe.

Slowly she lets go of his neck and takes a step back, trying to reign in her desire to ravage him on the spot. She can see the shock on his face and is pleased to have left him speechless. She smiles up at him and in his state of complete and utter confusion she reaches out to his hand and snatches the remaining half of the doughnut.

"See? Doesn't it feel good to share?" she asks while taking a bite of the pastry and returning to her desk. When she gets back to her chair he is still standing there mouth slightly agape, eyes wide as he tries to digest what just happened. Kensi Blye always gets what she wants and in this case it wasn't just the doughnut.