Story: I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me
Summary: This story is an M rated piece of Densi fantasy fluff that brings our favorite couple much closer much sooner than it happened on the show. This takes place during the episode Human Traffic about mid-episode. For it to work you have to imagine that Deeks actually did go recover at the safe house for a bit and that it took awhile to get the information they needed off of the drug dealer's phone.
Rating: M for sexual content and language
Disclaimer: I do not own anything NCIS LA. I simply enjoy writing about them in this forum.
I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me
Deeks has washed up and is taking a moment to finally breathe as he tries to address his burns, when suddenly an uneasy feeling returns. He thinks he sees a shadow pass by the window. His mind first goes to Hetty, before dismissing the diminutive force as being too small to have cast the shadow. As he hears a pick in the lock, he reaches across the table for his gun.
"Don't shoot! It's Kensi!" Kensi calls out as she opens the door and appears in the kitchen of the safe house.
"Jesus Kensi! What the hell are you doing here?" he exclaims, nerves fried.
Taking in his rough appearance, though with an appreciation for the muscular chest and arms that are exposed, she explains, "You seem like a bit of a loner Deeks, and you're in a bad spot. I'm here to make sure you know we have your back. That's what our team does."
Still jittery, he questions, "You're sure you weren't followed? Does Hetty know you're here?"
"I know how to do my job Deeks," she informs him slightly annoyed. "And no, Hetty gave us a few hours off while our techs get information off Lazik's dealer's phone. I respect Hetty, but I don't always feel the need to tell her everything."
"Really, because I feel like anybody who comes across her would tell her anything she wants to know," he jokes. "As long as you're here, do you happen to know how to make this stop stinging?" he questions gesturing and turning slightly to show her a nasty burn on his back as he glances from the open First Aid kit on the counter back up to her. She doesn't miss that his gaze lingers at the deep v in her shirt where she probably has one too many buttons undone, and a warmth spreads through her.
After doing some research on her phone to brush up on her first aid skills, she gets to work pulling ointments and bandages from the kit. "This Lazik guy is pure evil and hardcore. How are you holding up?"
"Honestly, this is one of the biggest undercover ops I've been on, if not the biggest. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pretty f#$%ing scared, but I'm going to fight like hell to get this asshole. I've just got to make it to tomorrow," he shares letting the delicate fingers administering to his wounds soothe and calm him.
"There, all done," she says smoothing out the last bandage. "You should get some rest."
"Listen, I'm not hitting on you," he prefaces, "but these aren't really comfortable and I haven't figured out how I'm going to get them off," he explains his predicament patting his jeans.
"C'mon," she says leading the way to the bedroom. "No jokes. This remains purely professional," she instructs.
He unbuttons and unzips the jeans pulling them down as far as he can standing, before sitting on the bed and shimmying them the rest of the way to his knees. She keeps her eyes averted as she crouches before him to help pull them off the rest of the way. He doesn't avert his eyes when her position allows him to see down her shirt and catch a glimpse of the top of a smooth breast in a light blue bra.
As she tosses his jeans to the side, she stands and looks back toward him sooner than intended. Her gaze lands on his lap and she notices his hardening cock making a noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs.
Embarrassed, he apologizes, "I've been under for awhile and I haven't been with anyone since things started getting hairy."
"I get it." She tries to play it cool even as she feels her cheeks flush. "Get some sleep and I'll see you when this comes to a head. Ahh, bad choice of words. I'm going to go. We'll be in touch. Good luck!" she sputters turning quickly for the door.
"Thanks, you too. It's kind of comforting to know Bad Ass Blye can get flustered," he teases.
"I'm not flustered," she calls out behind her.
"Are too," he objects.
"Ah screw it," escapes her lips as a huffed mumble as she turns around unbuttoning her shirt. She'll show him flustered.
"What? what's happening?" Deeks asks bewildered as her shirt falls open revealing the light blue bra holding the perky, round breasts.
"I'm giving you a reason to make it to tomorrow," she replies walking to him and straddling his legs.
"This doesn't seem at all professional," he teases. "We're going to be partners," he reminds her in a more serious tone that this could be a bad idea even as he's pulling her into his lap and running his hands up her arms.
"I'm not great at keeping partners," she informs huskily. She intends to latch her lips to his inviting neck or his strong shoulder, but when he grips her ponytail and crushes her lips to his, she doesn't resist. As he drags her shirt down her arms she opens her mouth to him. His tongue sends electric currents through her and she rocks her hips against him. She can feel him harden further through her jeans.
He removes her bra, leans her back, and brings his lips to a peak already hard and waiting for him.
"Mmmm," she cries out as his tongue and lips tease and tantalize. She lets him give attention to the other breast before pushing herself off of him ordering, "Get comfortable."
"Lose the pants," he returns equally demanding as he gingerly maneuvers into a comfortable position on the bed. She does as requested and retrieves a condom from her bag before returning to the bed and carefully positioning herself above him. Hands and lips frantically explore. His full erection presses against her wet underwear.
"More," she insists as his strong arms hold her above him and he maneuvers a breast back into his mouth.
"Deeks," she pants. "Should I call you Deeks or Marty? I plan to be calling out your name," she informs him squirming as his fingers slip into her underwear.
"You have a lot of confidence in a half dead guy," he teases. "Deeks is good. Everyone calls me Deeks."
"Oh, I'll get there, even if I have to do it myself. Sometimes I need to forget for a bit," she shares.
Deeks thinks this may be the first time he's seen Bad Ass Blye even a little bit vulnerable.
She removes his underwear and tosses him the condom to put on while she removes her own. She straddles him again and maneuvers him into position, both of them shaking and dripping with anticipation.
"Oh God that's good," Deeks compliments as she sinks down on him enveloping him in wet, tight bliss.
"Yeah," Kensi agrees rocking a bit to enjoy the feel of him inside her.
He bucks up in response.
"Let me know if this hurts at all," she says considerate of his injuries.
"Any pain will be worth it," he assures her as his hands on her hips help guide her as she slides up and down at an easy pace leaning back slightly. He slides a hand around to her lower abdomen and glides a thumb down to rub and press on her clit making her eyes squeeze shut as her muscles clench around him.
Still mystified that his new, hot partner is riding him in an NCIS safe house he comments, "I didn't even think you liked me."
"I'm not sure I do," she admits honestly, settling with him as deep as he can go in this position. Her hips rotate in a circular motion to keep the friction and pleasure going. "I don't mind this," she compliments leaning forward carefully and running her hands over his abdomen and chest. "Or these," she adds as they adjust to change position slightly and she leans further over him to massage his shoulders and biceps. Automatically she begins to move again and he does what he can to keep up. "I umm... I might find you amusing and entertaining in certain moments." From the way she's babbling, he's pretty sure she's enjoying him in this particular moment, so he speeds up his movements.
"Oh Deeks, that's good, right there," she encourages straining to take in every ounce of pleasure as they move together. She slides her hands under his butt to help him drive into her.
"Kensi, Kensi, Are you close?" he asks eagerly, feeling like they are coming undone.
"Think so," she responds feeling like she could ride this wave forever, or go over the edge at any second.
"I'm going to need you to come for me," he tells her fervently as he pushes into her with force, then holds them still as he captures her lips.
His words send a gush of juices flowing from her. Deeks can feel her losing it and thrusts a few more times snaking a hand between them to rub her clit again and help her finish.
"Oh Deeks, Deeks! Yes!," she exclaims shattering around him. His lips tug on her top one as he continues to pump riding out his own wave of pleasure shortly after hers begins.
Her arms are as shaky as her legs, but she holds herself up so she doesn't irritate any of his injuries. She opens her eyes to find his still cinched shut in ecstasy. He grunts and groans twitching a few more times within her before sighing, "So damn good."
She brings her lips to his for a sweet kiss that surprises both of them before she lifts herself off of him. She gathers her clothes and disappears into the bathroom. When she returns with trashcan in hand for him to deposit the condom, she is dressed except for her shirt is still unbuttoned and she's missing socks. Deeks feels his cock twitch and forces himself to think of Hetty and his mom to lock it down.
"Now who's flustered," she ribs when he can't take his eyes off of her or stop thinking about what they just did together causing his erection to grow. "You're going to have to take care of that yourself. Hetty and the guys will get suspicious if I don't show up in about 20 minutes smelling like Taco Loco. We'll call you when we have a plan," she informs him turning to business even though the way he's looking at her has her hot and bothered and as ready as he is for round two.
"I um,...I don't know what to say," Deeks stammers to find the right parting words. "Thanks for the motivation. It definitely put me in a better mindset even if it's going to make our partnership quite interesting."
"It was good for me too," she assures him with a smile. She can't quite fathom that she just had one of the best sexual experiences of her life with a guy she barely knows or likes, not to mention that he's supposed to be her new partner.
"Good enough to consider another go?" he asks hopefully.
"Maybe," she responds. "Just make it back from this op first."
"Promise me tonight and I'll make it back Fern," he propositions.
"Fine," she huffs feigning annoyance even though she's completely turned on by this conversation. "Don't do anything stupid. I have a feeling I'm going to need a release tonight."
Thank you for reading my occasional dip into the M rated pool. This one was definitely inspired by TornadoMoose's missed opportunities. It started out as a one-shot, but now I have ideas for a second chapter.