A/N: Am I the only one writing in this genre anymore? It's starting to feel that way. If you have ideas for a story, you should try writing it. It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

Anyways… Welcome back! We'll pick this story up at the very end of episode 3x22 ("Neighborhood Watch").


"So… you and Monica met a guy," Deeks called after Kensi across the bullpen, reminding her of the story she had been trying to tell him before their evening had ended in flying bullets.

"I do not want to talk about this now," she replied, shooting him an exasperated look as she gathered her things from her desk.

Not to be so easily put off, Deeks tried again, "Maybe it would be cathartic?"

"Good night, Deeks," she replied with finality.

"No, come on!"

"Night, hubby!" she teased, throwing her jacket over her shoulder as she sauntered away, still wearing her calf high boots, pencil skirt and flowing blue satin tank top.

"Wifey? Light of my life? Sugar bear?"

"Oh, Mr. Deeks," Hetty interrupted from the raised platform of her office. "About those handcuffs?"

He inhaled sharply and pursed his lips. Peering at Hetty's unwavering gaze through his own shrewd eyes, he deflected. "And that's my cue to leave. Night, Hetty."

"Good night, Mr. Deeks."

Having collected his things, he too scurried down the tunnel towards the motor pool. Once through the mission doors, he took a few jogging steps until he was mostly caught up with his partner in the garage.

He called out to her, "You know, despite having not gotten enough sleep last night, I'm not really tired."

"Deeks…" she said in a tone of warning.

Sheepishly, he started to offer a suggestion, "It seems a shame to be so spiffed up like this for nothing."

"Oh yes, my finest clothes," she responded sarcastically. "And the flecks of blood from the gunfight really accessorize well with these boots."

Before he could stop himself his eyes darted down her long legs to look for the signs of their encounter with the three Russian sleeper agents. She definitely saw him.

"Dude!?" Kensi cried out in exasperation.

"I'm sorry! I thought you were serious!" he replied defensively.

They had reached their cars, and Kensi sighed before asking, "What do you want, Deeks?"

What did he want? Deeks smiled as the recent memories of his partner flashed before his eyes; her body pinned beneath his on the bed last night, her face approaching his for a surprise kiss earlier that evening, and the unexpected tenderness with which she had told the story of how they met… most of which had been the truth. Kensi's eyes narrowed dangerously at him again, and he wondered if she knew the direction in which his thoughts had drifted.

"I just want to catch up with my partner," he told her honestly.

"We just spent days together!" she cried out, laughing in vexation, and rolling her eyes.

"As an undercover couple! I want to catch up with my partner," he clarified. "You know, get things back to normal."

She considered him a moment before asking, "And this can't wait a day?"

"No time like the present," he reasoned. "Besides, I can't pick Monty up until tomorrow anyways. And don't tell him I said this, but you're better company. More talkative, at least."

Kensi rolled her eyes again before relenting, "Fine. But I don't really feel like going out. I'm going to go home and change. See you at your place in a bit."


The rest of the late evening passed without much incident. Kensi had changed into her comfy jeans and a plain green t-shirt. Deeks was in his bachelor-best sweatpants. They plopped on the couch when she arrived, cracked open a couple beers, and watched a few more episodes of a show they had picked up in the past week.

All too soon for his liking though, Kensi looked at her phone and remarked that it was past midnight and she'd better head home.

"Or what? You'll turn into a pumpkin?" Deeks joked as he rose with her to walk her to his front door.

She smiled and chuckled earnestly as she turned to face him in the entryway. "Well, good night, Deeks."

They both reached for the door knob at the same time and their hands brushed together. He recoiled slightly at the unexpected touch, and she turned her head in time to find that his face was now much closer while he continued to reach out for the door.

"Oh," she exclaimed softly, bringing her eyes back to his. Her hand remained on the door handle, though she made no movement to open it.

Deeks held her gaze for three seconds that felt like an eternity while he tried desperately to come up with a joke to break the heavy silence between them.

Finally, he smiled and cocked his head. In a low voice he teased her, "I thought you said you'd never kiss me again."

Kensi's eyes widened in surprise as she responded defensively, "You… I— you think I'm about to kiss you now?"

"I was talking about earlier tonight… At dinner," he clarified. Clearing his throat he continued. "You said last night that you wouldn't kiss me again. Then today, you did."

"What?" Kensi asked, blinking and shaking her head to try and clear up the confusion. Clearly it was taking her a moment to catch up to his change in topic. Finally tracking his train of thought she answered, "We were undercover."

"Yeah," he agreed, before arguing, "But you're saying that in your professional opinion, you had 'no other option?'"

"I…" she trailed off, unable to offer a better alternative.

"Or just none that occurred to you at the time?" he kept smiling in an effort to make sure she knew he was just teasing, even if he wasn't so sure himself.

"Something like that," she sighed.

Deeks struggled to read her body language. She stood close to him, too close. But that could have been a show of dominance as much as affection. Her face remained a blend of emotions. He couldn't quite place all of them, but he thought she looked almost sad.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure," he answered. He reached across her again to unbolt his front door for her, but Kensi still made no movement to open it and leave.

"Why is this coming up now?" she asked.

Deeks shrugged and shook his head, "Can't really talk about it at work, can we? I was just… curious."

The despaired look she was giving him turned into one of steady focus and determination. He'd seen it a few times before but only once in this context: last night. Then for the second time that evening, he failed to hide his own surprise as she reached out to him with both hands, cupped his jaw and pulled his face in gently for a kiss.

While he was still surprised, he was at least ready to respond this time. His hands came up to her waist and pulled her body flush against his. The kiss they shared was everything last night's weren't: soft, slow, passionate, and sweet. But there was still heat, as evident by her hands tangling in his hair, and the tiny moan she let escape between her breaths.

Deeks wanted to say something, and he had to fight harder than ever before to hold his tongue and put it to better use. He wanted to ask her what was happening between them, but he didn't want to ruin this moment. Besides, he was fairly sure he had a pretty good idea.

"You really can't make up your mind, can you?" he blurted in spite of his own better judgement.

"Don't push it, Deeks," she warned with a glaring look before claiming his lips again.

When they parted mutually for air and to look at each other, Deeks took a chance and asked her, "Stay the night?"

"Hmm," she smiled and looked down before returning her gaze to him, "I'm pretty sure Hetty told us to get some sleep in our own beds."

"What's she gonna do? Curfew bed checks?" he joked though a quiet laugh. His hands held on a little tighter around her waist when she laughed too; her own body shaking against his.

She grimaced at the mental image of their operations manager busting in on them, and chastised him, "Don't tempt fate."

Deeks laughed genuinely at that. He continued trying to persuade her, "Besides, it's like I said: what's mine is yours. Mi cama, tu cama."

Kensi smiled and looked down again to try and hide it. But Deeks could see the turmoil on her face as she made up her mind. He had hoped that after everything they'd been through; how much their 'thing' had developed, and how amazing last night had been, that she'd be more willing to take a chance on them.

"Okay," she replied after a short time. She ran her hands up and down his chest, and pressed her hips harder into his. In barely more than a whisper, she told him, "I'll stay."

"Yeah? You sure?" he asked. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into doing something she didn't want to.

"I told you," she replied quickly. She started to push him in the direction of his bedroom while her hands became busy tugging at his drawstrings. "I don't want to think, I don't want to talk. I just want to… blow off some steam. So let's not complicate things, okay?"

Deeks tried to read her face as he walked backwards. He nearly lost his balance as they reached the edge of his bed. Despite her playful demeanor, she was clearly not at ease. He could tell she was lying. But about what? He might just be the only person who could always tell when she was lying. He wondered— hoped— that it was as simple as her hiding how she really felt. Regardless, every rational part of his brain was screaming that this was a bad idea. That one or both of them would get hurt. The less rational and more persuasive part reminded him that they'd already slept together. So really, what was the worst that could happen from doing it again? Unwilling to follow that train of thought any further, he nodded and closed his eyes as he leaned in for another kiss.

She indulged him for only a moment before tugging at his shirt. He pulled it up and over his head, getting tangled in his own limbs. By the time he tossed it aside, she had already discarded her own shirt and was working on the clasp of her bra.

Deeks had just barely gotten his pants pulled down his thighs when he lost his balance and was forced to sit down on the bed behind him. Kensi kicked off her jeans and stood nearly naked in front of him. She softly ran her hands along the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders, watching him with no small amount of pride visible on her face as he stared transfixed at her body. His eyes rested especially on her exposed, perfect breasts.

He heard her chuckle and realized that he was gawking. Looking back up to her face, he teased her, "Oh, so now it's okay? You freaked out when I saw you in a towel earlier this afternoon. Even though I'd already seen you naked last night."

"Yeah, but that was when it dark, and you didn't really see me," she reasoned. Climbing onto his lap and straddling his hips she added, "Besides, there is such a thing as context, Deeks."

Deeks was aware that her hands were doing something with the waistband of his underwear. Her eyes however, stayed locked with his and he found himself unable to look away for even a second.

Her touch was like a spark of electricity coursing over his skin everywhere she came into contact with him. And when her long fingers grasped his cock and pulled his length from his boxers, he let out a harsh gasp. Wrapping his arms tighter around his waist he pulled her down flat on the bed; her lips crashed into his as she came to rest on top of him.

Deeks could have laid there beneath her comforting weight all night; feeling her breasts press against his bare chest, her fingers in his hair, and her lips dueling with his to his heart's content. But, unsurprisingly, Kensi had other plans.

She shifted down his body, taking both his boxers and his partially removed sweatpants with her, tossing them on the floor behind her. She grabbed his cock again and pumped a few times with just the right firmness. He was already rigid but there was still some give as she slid the soft skin of his shaft back and forth over the hardness beneath.

Even though he could see what she was about to do, he was still in shock and awe when she lowered her hand to grip his balls, and teased his head with the tip of her tongue before wrapping her lips around his dick and drawing him deep into her mouth. When she looked up at him with those mismatched eyes, he about lost it. She could have jumped him by now, he was more than ready. But she was taking the time to do this for him. He'd never really thought of a blowjob as sweet before now, but then he'd also never fallen for anyone as hard as he had for Kensi.

Her tongue and lips worked magic on the head of his cock, while her fingers continued to massage his balls. He was breathing heavily now, and each time she sucked a little harder he could feel himself twitch as the pressure built up inside. Just as he was starting to strain against his own skin, she released him. Tugging on him a couple times more for good measure, she crawled up the length of his body and settled her hips over his.

Deeks wanted badly to taste her first. Not only to return the favor and to give him time to regain some self control, but to feel her writhing in his arms; to get her as worked up as he was. So quickly, and before she could counter, he pulled her chest to his and rolled them over.

She gasped, which turned into a chuckle when she asked him, "Deeks? What are you—?"

He answered her half finished question by stealing another demanding kiss from her lips. She rose up to meet his embrace, giving in to him for several seconds before she grew impatient again. Her fingers had once more wrapped themselves around his thick length, and Deeks could feel his composure slipping away. Not to be deterred, he broke their kiss and slithered down the bed and out of her reach.

On his journey down her lithe body, he meandered back and forth across her soft skin. He paid special attention to each of her breasts, taking the time to inspect them properly and conclude that they were even more magnificent than his active imagination— fantasies, really— had ever led him to believe before. With wet, open mouthed kisses, he sucked on the supple flesh until each of her nipples had finished perking up. She arched into his touch, forcing the pink buds against his tongue. Her legs had wrapped around his torso, and her heels dug firmly into his butt. So he finally continued down her stomach and abandoned her breasts— for now.

Having reached his destination with his face between her legs, he had to hold her thighs down to keep her from impatiently drawing him in. He glanced back up at her in time to catch a look of quiet desperation on her face.

"Deeks," she whined. Practically begging, but still in a warning tone she told him, "Don't tease me, Deeks."

'Well there goes that idea,' he thought to himself, smiling. Unable to resist, he held off a moment longer. He licked two of his fingers and rubbed the pads of each gently between her folds and against the wet, flushed tissue of her clit. She writhed against his hand and he asked her in a deep voice, "No teasing, huh? You want me to make you come?"

She nodded.

"Say it," he commanded, removing one finger and probing with the other using a feather light touch. "Tell me."

"Deeks," she warned, a fire in her dark eyes. "Quit fucking around!"

"So, you want me to stop?" he asked coyly, inwardly wondering why he thought he could get away with this. But if she wasn't going to admit to him how she felt, he would at least get her to admit that she wanted him. That she wanted this.

"I want you to make this worth my effort," she snapped back through increasingly labored breaths.

"Oh, I think I can do that," he replied confidently.

Before she could respond, he gave her what she wanted. Using his exploring fingers to spread her folds, he pushed his tongue against engorged bundle of nerves. At first contact, he heard and felt Kensi's head hit the pillow with a thud.

He had every intention of drawing it out, of devouring her for as long as it took to get her off. But the tension between them during their foreplay must have wound her up tighter than he had anticipated, because it only took a couple minutes of him sucking on her clit and lapping his tongue up and down between the wet lips of her pussy before he felt her legs tremble around him and tasted the warm gush of her release.

Gently, he continued to lick her sensitive, pink flesh until she released his hair and started lightly scratching his scalp. To his surprise, she pulled him up for a kiss and moaned into his mouth with a husky groan.

She rolled him to his back again and dragged her fingers down his chest. Looking down at him from behind her tousled hair she asked, "Condom?"

Pointing to the hallway he answered, "Bathroom cabinet."

She scurried off to his bathroom and instantly located the box of condoms tucked behind his old, yet almost completely full bottle of shaving cream. She tore open and discarded the wrapper, and had no sooner rejoined him on the bed than she was rolling it on his dick none too gently.

It was Deeks' turn to groan, as his cock hadn't softened at all. He had been so focused on his partner's body and the promise of what was to come that he had barely noticed how flushed and red it had become. She settled above him again, and he said a silent plea in his head that he would last more than a few seconds as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, focusing on each shaky breath he exhaled. Either to let herself adjust or to give him a moment to compose himself, Kensi remained still on top of him. When he opened his eyes again and met hers in the dim light of his bedroom, she slowly started to rock her hips. Back and forth she moved, shifting the sweet pressure that gripped his cock from the top side to the bottom, steady as a metronome.

His fingers dug into her hips and hers splayed on his chest. She curled her whole torso each time she rolled her hips; her breasts pressing into each other between her arms when she leaned forward, then falling to the side with a slight bounce as she rocked back.

"Fuck, Kensi!" he hissed as she ground her hips against his, taking him even deeper inside.

Kensi snuck her hands behind his neck and leaned back, tugging on him until he sat up with her. Sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist, she pressed her torso against him. He leaned forward and brought his face to hers. He had intended to kiss her, but ended up taking her lower lip between his and nibbling on it gently. She gasped and bit at his lip in turn, releasing him only when their shifting bodies rekindled the friction between them where they were joined.

With remarkable flexibility, he tucked his own legs behind him and lowered her onto the bed. Their positions now reversed, he covered her body with his and slipped back inside, earning him a low moan.

The pressure within him had built to a critical mass, and he was done messing around. Holding himself up on straight arms, he started to slam into her with force. She was so hot and wet around him that he moved easily within her.

The noise of their skin clapping together was punctuated with his increasingly strained groans and Kensi's soft whimpers. He could see her biting her own lip; her face contorted with the effort of remaining relatively quiet. He was starting to tire from the grueling pace he had set, when her voice gave him the strength he needed to continue.

"Right there, Deeks. Keep going! Right there!"

He focused all of his energy on doing exactly what he was doing. Her shaking legs struggled to hold her hips up at the perfect angle, and her fists had a death grip on his sheets. She threw her head back again moments before she finally came around him. The fluttering of her inner muscles pulled him with her, and he had to drop to his elbows as his throbbing cock found its release within her.

Kensi lay spread eagle beneath him; still, save for her heavy breathing. Deeks would have loved to stay buried inside her forever, but he knew he had to clean himself up. He trekked off to the bathroom to toss the condom and wash up a bit. When he returned a minute later, she was exactly as he had left her, only, she was now magically wearing his boxers. He chuckled quietly as he retrieved a clean pair for himself.

She did eventually shift when he climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up around them. He wanted to talk to her before sleep claimed them. He wanted to ask her why she really jumped him last night. Why she actually agreed to come over; if this was something she had wanted for while. Mostly he wanted to ask her what would come next. But her back was to him and she bade him good night before he could form any of those questions in his mind.

Instead, he lay on his side facing her and placed a hand on her hip. Sliding it around her waist he invited her with the gesture to snuggle back into him, which she did. He thought that he would be forced to lie awake with a racing mind and an aching heart for hours. But he was more tired than he thought. And as he lay contentedly with his drowsy, satisfied partner in his arms, he drifted into a blissful sleep.


Deeks' alarm jarringly woke him up in the morning, and it was déjà vu when he discovered that he was alone in bed again. He shut off the beeping and encountered a piece of paper on his night stand. He picked it up and through bleary eyes read the note scrawled in his partner's handwriting on the back of a receipt:

Don't say anything. I'm not ready to talk about this. See you at work.

It wasn't signed.

Tossing aside the note, he climbed out of bed. He trudged off towards his shower knowing that today would likely be the first in an endless series of long days to come. He thought to himself about his own inability to resist her when he knew he should, how awkward today might be, and not for the first time, he bemoaned his partner's terrible interpersonal communication skills.

He groaned as he stretched, and said out loud to his empty room, "Well, fuck."


A/N: Not all stories have happy endings.