A/N: Post-ep for "Till Death do us Part". Kensi and Deeks celebrate their new marital status.
Wedding Night
"You do know I can walk, right?" Kensi asked with mild amusement.
"First of all, you were limping so it would be very ungentlemanly of me to make you walk and secondly, it's tradition. There's no way I'm not carrying you over the threshold," Deeks explained to Kensi with what he thought was an incredible amount of reasonableness.
"Right. I still don't think it was really necessary to carry me all the way from the reception to the car and then to the house," Kensi said wryly.
"I happen to think it's incredibly romantic."
"I'm sure you do," Kensi said with a brief, indulgent smile. They managed to get the door open with minimal difficulty after some creative maneuvering on Kensi's part to get the keys out of Deeks' pocket. She spent a few more seconds that what was strictly necessary exploring the area which made Deeks yelp in surprise.
Kensi grinned at him wickedly as he eased through the doorway. Narrowing his eyes, Deeks shifted his hand a few inches lower and squeezed her butt cheek. Kensi jerked against him, but didn't seem all that bothered by his act of retaliation. She waggled her eyes mischievously, swinging her legs lazily while Deeks headed straight for the bedroom.
Heaving her a little higher, Deeks made to gently toss her on the bed, but Kensi shifted in his arms and pressed her nose to his collar bone, inhaling deeply. Deeks sucked in a shallow breath at the innocuous gesture.
"What are you doing?" he creaked out, even though it was pretty clear what she was doing as she started rubbing her nose up and down his neck and made a happy little noise. "Oh god…babe…ok." He let out a breathless laugh.
"Don't tell me someone forgot to have the wedding night talk with you," Kensi teased, her words buzzing delightfully against his skin.
"Funny. You really think we should have sex when you're ankle's sprained and you're covered in bruises?" Kensi took a brief reprieve from tormenting him to roll her eyes.
"Ok, first of all, I'm not covered in bruises. Secondly, there is no way I'm missing out on our wedding night and thirdly," she paused to kiss Deeks' jaw, her expression turning fond, "I'm sure you'll be very, very gentle." Deeks felt a shudder run through the entirety of his body as Kensi continued to gaze at him, fingering the edges of his hair.
"You're sure?" he checked. Kensi nodded easily and brushed her thumb across his jaw before she leaned in to kiss him. Returning the gentle, insistent pressure of her mouth, Deeks sucked her lower lip between his teeth. Kensi let out a startled breath and he grinned, any hesitation gone.
Kensi ended the kiss by softly flicking her tongue against his lips. Then she playfully yanked at his tie. She didn't look away as she pulled it free and tossed the strip of fabric across the room.
Nudging his hip with her uninjured leg, Kensi gestured towards the bed with her head. Deeks shifted her around in his arms and then carefully settled her on the edge of the bed while he toed off his shoes. Kensi had abandoned hers in the car on the way home. He reached around to the back of Kensi's neck, pausing on the way to caress her side, and grasped the tiny zipper pull at the top of her dress.
Looking down at Kensi, his wife he reminded himself with a wonderful jolt, he took in her torn dress, bruised skin and slightly swollen ankle. She looked absolutely beautiful, minor injuries and all.
He also felt a certain amount of giddy relief after spending most of the day first worrying about whether or not he was fit to be Kensi's husband and then about something going terribly wrong. Though things had hardly gone off without a hitch, the fact that he and Kensi had actually gotten married at the end of the day outshone any of the negative aspects.
Grasping the top of her dress, Deeks finally eased the zipper down while Kensi watched him, her lips slightly parted. Her expression, he thought, probably mirrored his own; she looked oddly in awe and just a little giddy too.
The back of the dress gaped open as he reached the bottom of the zipper and he smoothed his hands up the smooth expanse of Kensi's back. Kensi made a hissing noise of pleasure.
"You know, as crazy as this day was, I wouldn't change a thing," Deeks said contentedly, trailing his fingers over her bare skin.
"Even Anatoli Kirkin showing up to try and steal you away?" Kensi asked with obvious amusement.
"Well, maybe I could have done without that," he allowed. "But otherwise, it was perfect. How could it not be, I got to marry the love of my life today." Kensi's skin flushed slightly at the complete sincerity in his voice.
Her lips twisted and Deeks was sure she was about to make a sarcastic comment, but at the last second her eyes dropped and she suddenly looked inexplicably shy.
"I think it was pretty perfect too," she murmured. Shrugging the dress off her shoulders, Kensi grasped the back of his neck and pulled Deeks down to her, pressing her breasts against him. Her other hand slipped between them and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Deeks settled between her legs and against her mouth, luxuriating in a series of lingering kisses that left him breathless and thoroughly aroused. Fingers tangled in his hair, the better to keep him in place, Kensi made an appreciative noise.
"You looked really sexy today," she whispered, pulling back a few inches. "But I've been dying to get you naked for the last three hours and it's driving me crazy." Deeks snorted and obligingly allowed her to continue pulling at his shirt.
"Shame on you, Mrs. Deeks. Having impure thoughts during a wedding," he said teasingly. Again, he expected Kensi to make a sarcastic retort, but was surprised when she yanked him down on the bed with her.
"Say that again," she demanded and at his blank look added, "Call me Mrs. Deeks again." Deeks grinned then, unable to hide his delight. He was almost certain Kensi would never let him call her that outside their bedroom, but he didn't care.
"Kensi Deeks," he breathed near her ear. Kensi arched beneath him; her breasts pushed against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. Her nipples were hard and left a warm trail everywhere they touched his skin. "Mrs. Kensi Deeks," Deeks said, trying out another variation before he kissed a path down to Kensi's sternum.
Kensi's hands smoothed down his back, bringing his shirt the rest of the way down his arms and wrapped her legs around his hips. It was a bit difficult, but he managed to ease her dress to her hips where it got stuck in a crumpled wad. He kept his pants on, knowing that his plans would quickly become derailed if they were both naked.
Even so, Deeks felt the warmth of her core seeping through his pants. Apparently sensing this, Kensi flexed her hips and he gave her a stern look. He nipped at her left breath in retaliation and then immediately licked the faint red mark with a quick flick of his tongue. Her hands scrabbled down his back and eased beneath the waist of his pants to grip his hips.
He reveled in every jerk and arch of Kensi's body as he moved lower. Looking regretfully at the ripped dress, he pulled it off, his hands gliding over the satiny fabric and then tossed it in the same direction as his tie. That left Kensi in only a pair of pale blue lace underwear which showed tiny, enticing glimpses of her golden skin beneath. Sparing them a lingering glance, he slid down her legs in increments. When they lay abandoned on the floor, he smoothed his hands back up the entire length of her glorious legs, stopping at her hips.
Deeks bent back over Kensi; she breathed sharply when he kissed her hipbone, running her fingers across his skin in a soft caress. Shifting lower, he nuzzled the hair that covered the area just above her clit. Her hand flew up and clasped the back of his head, fingers sinking into the long strands of his hair to hold him in place.
"Deeks," she sighed quietly. He didn't say anything, but shifted down again, grasping one of Kensi's legs and lifting it over his shoulder. Kensi's hand tightened in his hair as he paused over her core and blew on the soft flesh.
Deeks could feel the warmth emanating from her skin and saw the occasional shudder work its way through her body. He brushed a kiss directly below her clit and Kensi sucked in a breath of anticipation. His tongue flicked out and briefly touched her clit and the breath came rushing back out. Deeks grinned to himself, fastening his mouth around the small pink bud. Kensi's leg tensed on his shoulder and her fingers clasped his head more firmly against her.
"Oh my god, Deeks," Kensi whispered again as he continued to suck her clit. He hummed back without stopping and Kensi's entire body vibrated in response. Deeks' dick which was currently pressed into the soft material of the quilt, jerked at the sound she made when he licked a stripe that covered her entire core. Deeks paused, then did it a second time, just to hear the soft, gasping noise again.
"You're not supposed to be mean to your wife," she breathed out in a gasping, halting voice. Deeks pulled away just enough to meet her eyes. She was flushed and absolutely gorgeous as she looked down at him with a mixture of desire and oddly enough, annoyance.
"I thought I was being incredibly nice," he answered smugly, silently thrilling at her casual use of 'wife'. "Besides, you totally started this."
"Just wait till I get my hands on you," she threatened which just made Deeks grin more broadly. He dipped his head again and Kensi's hand sank back into his hair with a gentle caress as he resumed licking and sucking. Blindly reaching up, he cupped a breast with one hand while the other held her hips in place with a firm, yet gentle grip.
Kensi began shuddering beneath him again, her body jerking and arching in earnest now as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit. He continued relentlessly until her torso convulsed, her hands clamping his head tightly to her shaking core.
"Deeks," Kensi called out hoarsely as the orgasm swept through her. He placed a lingering kiss damp pink core and then another on her stomach before he eased himself onto his elbows. He crawled up beside Kensi, who was lying bonelessly, an occasional shudder still shaking her body. She reached for him wordlessly and he sank into her sweaty arms gratefully.
Deeks tucked himself around Kensi, idly realizing that he was still wearing his pants. Kensi sighed into his neck, the sound one of contentment, and pressed a clumsy kiss to his jaw.
"I love being your wife," she whispered. Deeks smiled, feeling remarkably content himself, and tugged Kensi a little more firmly into his side.
"And, I love being your husband, Mrs. Deeks."
A/N: Tada, married smut.
