Hey everybody, I know this is really soon after I published, but I'm home sick and have nothing to do. Don't get used to it. Apologies for a few grammatical errors I found this morning, I typed the first chapter on my phone after midnight. So apologies for that.

Deeks wasn't sure what to think about Kensi these days. She said she wasn't even remotely into him, even made jabs about how poor their partnerly communication was, yet she seemed increasingly more fixated on his butt. He'd obviously checked her out more than a few times, but she was, frankly, gorgeous, and he had to keep up his reputation as a player. So what if he was a little too familiar with that particular part of his anatomy? He'd never claimed to be made of stone. But Kensi? She practically breathed "Strictly platonic" to everyone they met, even to him. She couldn't seem to help herself when it came to his butt though. And she seemed a little thrown by her own reactions to him, so, being Deeks, he made a few jokes and off-colour comments to lighten the mood. Even those didn't seem to help too much, as she had acted strangely as soon as he mentioned her thinking about him in the shower, which he noted with more than a little glee. By that time they had made it to his house, and Kensi hopped out of her car, approaching his car.

"So, you gonna get out and let me in?"

"I'm thinking no. But then you'd pick the lock and be in there unsupervised, which would not be acceptable. You'd manage to make a mess of the place before I got my butt inside," he replied.

"Would not."

"Then you'd eat everything I owned."

"I'll eat something alright if you don't get us inside. It's freezing. Come on."

At her insistence he got out and they strolled up to his door, where he unlocked the door with ease, and they were inside.

"I've got some leftover pizza to go with our beer, if you want me to heat that up."

"Yes, please. And Deeks?"

"Sugarbear?"

"Do you have any socks I could wear? I know that's weird, but I was too lazy to change out of these "dog trainer" heels, which are very uncomfortable and not nearly warm enough."

"Yeah. Let me put the pizza in the oven and then I'll grab them for you. Is it okay if they're a little big? I don't think I'll have any that would really fit you."

"That's fine. It's not like anyone but you lives here. I wouldn't expect you to keep women's socks lying around. -though it's not a problem if you did" she quickly amended, attempting to back off slightly.

"Ain't no woman here but you, Fern."

Of course. He'd picked up on her less-than-subtle possessiveness, and put her mind at ease without freaking out about it. Damn him.

As he brought back the socks, Deeks couldn't help but laugh at her to himself. Bad-Ass Blye could take down men twice her size, but cold feet were a problem? Typical. She was seriously enigmatic, and it definitely made her more attracted to her. And there he was. He didn't just think she was hot. She was gorgeous, but she was also smart, and funny in an incredibly dorky way, and obviously incredibly dangerous. She was Kensi. And she was acting possessive of him. Duly noted.

"Deeks. Your house is not that big. Bring me those socks. My toes are becoming icicles."

"Patience Kens. I had to find the smallest pair, which were at the bottom of the drawer because I don't wear them. I could show you if you want." He couldn't tell her what had really held him up, so his last comment, along with a lascivious grin, successfully drew the attention from his time-consuming musings.

"Deeks. I do not want to look through your sock drawer, or your bedroom, for any reason. Thanks for the socks though." She couldn't help but wonder when he'd bought the socks she was wearing, because they were much closer to her size than his. She didn't have time to dwell on it though as he carried her a beer and pizza, and they settled in on his couch, chatting as she tried to keep herself from openly checking him out. Again.

So I'm having a little trouble with writing Deeks as a player, mainly because I feel like he cares about Kensi too much to really be a jerk. Kensi is a lot easier to write as she keeps her attraction in where he flaunts it. So any suggestions or critiques on that would be much appreciated.