Track 2 (Blank Space)
Densi thoughts early on in the relationship- they're still learning.
Magic. Madness. Heaven. Sin.
Four words. That's all it takes for him. He can describe Kensi Blye, his love for her, her personality, her beauty, all of it. And it only takes four little words. He doesn't think it should be that easy. Yet, it is. There it is.
What he doesn't know is that she can use the exact same four words to describe him.
Her magic power lies in her ability to royally screw things up, and yet, he'll find it cute like an hour later. Take the time she punched him for an example. He should have been pissed. And he was, to a degree. But soon enough, he was asking if he could be Max and if they could be just a boy and girl hanging out and come on. How does that even happen? Her effect on him is purely unearthly.
Somehow, the magic power he posses lies in his hugs and kind words when she wants to curl up in a ball and shut the world out. After the Department of Justice interrogation, he knew everything. He knew she was hurt, and yet, he didn't treat her like a broken baby girl. He treated her with the dignity and respect she deserved. He confronted her and pulled her into him and made her feel safe, and that was a feeling she didn't have often. But somehow, he always makes her feel safe.
Even though he has that effect on her, he can also drive her mad. And really it isn't hard. He has 11 albums of Facebook pictures dedicated to his dog. He wouldn't shut up about the durion, whatever the hell that devil of a fruit was. Stake-outs. Touche. Sticking his finger in her ear. Oh, how infuriating he can be.
And as maddening as it sounds, her sugar addiction draws him to her. Come on, what kind of person keeps Twinkies in their desk? And her hoarding habits. Which she never admits to. What does she think she's hiding?
Somewhere in that sugary bliss, she's like his little personal island of heaven on earth. The night she showed up at his place with dangerously unhealthy take-out was just another night in which she's saved his life. There's absolutely no way he would have made it had she never shown up that night. While he was in that body shop, he help on to her face. Her laugh. Her smile. Everything. Between death and life, he found a line to rest on. The line was named Kensi. She transformed into a knife for a while, and kept him going through SAT phone calls and that's just scratching the surface.
She feels that same way. He's a safe place for her too. Their jobs are hard. If not hard physically or mentally, they're hard emotionally and psychologically. Sometimes people get hurt. Sometimes there are kids involved. Sometimes it piles up. Sometimes it gets too heavy. And he's always there, so he always knows what she's seen, because he's seen it too.
Although he's heavenly, he's just as sinful. He's stunning, in every sense of the world. In tight work jeans, out surfing, in his favorite black 'ghost' shirt, in anything, or in nothing. He's a gem and although she knows she's lucky, she can't tell him that. She wouldn't want his head to explode. (When really, she knows there will come a day where she'll learn to tell him how amazing he is. He deserves to know it, after all.)
And of course, she's a sin too. It only takes a moment. A touch, a glance, a night of beers on his couch. There's literally nothing but the layers of clothes on their bodies restraining them most of the time. He wakes up to find her but as his pillow, and well? Do you expect his brain to be on the north side of the border? She's beautiful. He told her once, um, actually, like 100 times. But he'll say it again. Probably in the next five minutes.
For all the hype their relationship is made out to be, its really quite simple. They've over dramatized it, over thought it, worried too much. Really, its quite simple. They can be summed up quite simply by those four little words: magic, madness, heaven, and sin.
And metaphors. Don't forget metaphors.