He's in the middle of explaining body shots when she looks up pointedly and he stops talking. He can't tell if she's annoyed or amused or… bored. She says, "I know how to do body shots, Deeks. I went to college."
"You went to Cornell," he replies.
"So… what? Smart people can't party? Is that what you're saying?"
He shrugs. "For Kensi 'Serious' Blye…" He knows he's starting trouble, but he's intrigued to see what, exactly, she'll do. She leans toward him and opens her mouth; he can smell the tequila.
"Lick it. Slam it. Suck it." She says seriously, and for a moment or two, he's kind of speechless. She's leaning so close he can see down her shirt - he thinks about telling her this and doesn't. He doesn't want to lose the view. So he clears his throat.
"Wow, ok." He pours a shot of tequila. "Where do you want to lick it, Kens?" He grins wolfishly at her and she grabs the salt shaker. She steps into his personal space. "Um…"
She leans forward and licks a slow stripe up the side of his neck and sprinkles salt on it. He stares at her open-mouthed, so she grabs the wedge of lime and puts it between his teeth. "Hold that for me," she says, lips against his ear. She licks the salt from his neck. "Lick it," she says. She grabs the shot, tosses it back and slams it up-side down on the table. "Slam it," she says after she swallows. "Suck it," she whispers, straddling his lap, looping her arms around his neck and carefully, slowly sucking the lime from between his lips.
He clears his throat and tries not to adjust his pants. "Wow. I - wow." She shifts her hips against him and and grins triumphantly when he tips his head back and groans.
"Want to take this to the bedroom?" She whispers seductively. "I think I really like that last part… What was it? Mmm, that's right - suck it."
"Ok, yeah - wow. Bed. Now. Unless you want me to throw you on the table and do it right here," he says.
"See? I knew you knew how to have fun," she says, grinning. She slithers off of his lap and onto her knees and pulls down the zipper of his jeans.