Fresh Paint – Chapter 3
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I have a few things to say and I think you should read them.
1. As you'll be able to tell, Mike Renko is alive in my story. He was one of my favorite characters and I'm keeping him alive in as many stories as I can. Deal with it!
2. I cried while writing this and I would like to know if anyone cried while reading it (yes, I'm that messed up)
3. I was listening "Breakfast at Tiffany's" while writing this and it seems like a good song to go along with it (just saying…)
4. My sister-in-law said I have a messed up mind so I came up with a few more stories this week (to feed the dark-side of my soul, I guess…I'll decide if I want to publish the or not later on)
That is all. Enjoy =)
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He knocks on her door, a few minutes before midnight.
She opens the door for him, just like in any other night. But this is not just another night and they both know it.
She's fragile, broken.
She watched one of her best friends, Mike Renko, get shot and fight for his life right in front of her. She's not sure how he managed to survive such a thing but is relieved that he did. His death would have made her suffer a lot.
Still, Deeks knows how much he means to her and how much it hurt to see him like that.
Kensi doesn't allow him to get too close to her, not sure if she's emotionally capable of handling that tonight.
She sits on the couch and hears him close the door.
He walks in and sits next to her, on the couch, not sure of what he's doing here. He shouldn't have come, not tonight. He can't shake off the feeling that he's stepping over the line by doing this, the line that separates the physical from the emotional.
But that's the problem.
There's no line.
That's something it took him a while to understand but that he knows for sure now.
There was never a line.
They tried to draw it. They didn't kiss, he didn't even take her shirt off, and there was never foreplay.
But she's still Kensi and he's still Deeks. They have a thing. And, as hard as it is for him to admit it, he didn't come here tonight for a quick fuck.
He came to make sure his partner was holding up okay.
For ten minutes, she doesn't move and he doesn't make a sound. But, after that, Kensi realizes how ridiculous this is. He's here for the usual release of sexual tension and the faster they get started, the faster she will have the house to herself. That's why she turns the lights off and takes a hold of his pants, maneuvering them so she's on top of him as he lays on the couch.
She takes her own pants off and starts working on his. But, as soon as her hands connect with his fly, he breaks one of their unspoken rules and talks.
"Kensi…"
It's not much. It's just a weak whisper of her name but it means so much more to her. It's like he's acknowledging, for the first time, who he's doing this with.
But she doesn't allow herself to duel much on that and takes his pants off. However, as soon as she grabs the waistband of his boxers to give them the same path, his hand lands on top of hers and stops her movements. In one swift movement, he flips them over as carefully as he can, so he gets on top of her.
And, before she has time to register what's happening, he's turning the light on and looking into her eyes.
Kensi doesn't know what to do, what to say or what to think. This is new. What she sees in his eyes is something she never allowed herself to hope for.
A single tear makes its way down her cheek and it's enough to break his heart.
This is what he's doing.
This is what he's been doing to her.
He's been breaking her, hurting her. And that tear is enough to make him want to cry along with her. But, instead, he kisses her forehead in the sweetest gesture she's ever seen from him, and whispers against her skin.
"I'm so sorry, Kensi."
Then, he gets up and puts his pants on, without looking at her. And, less than a minute later, he's out of the door without saying another word, without even looking at the woman he loves more than anything else in the whole world.
Kensi just lays there, not sure of what she's supposed to do or say in this situation. She saw the regret, the hurt and the sadness in his eyes.
She saw love there, something she never thought she would see in anyone's eyes ever again ever since Jack left. But her partner's eyes always gave away his emotions. She's not sure how long it takes her to actually get up and start moving but, as soon as she does, it takes her less than a minute to put her pants on and walk out of the door.
He's sitting inside his car, his head on the steering wheel and his hands on either side of it.
Should it feel this good to see him there?
Almost as if sensing her there, Deeks lifts his head and looks at her. She stands frozen, between her house and his car, not knowing what to do now. She's never been very good with this kind of things.
But he must see something in her eyes, even from afar, because relief washes over him and he's out of the car and moving towards her.
He stops as soon as he's less than a foot away from her and stares into her eyes.
Kensi breaks the silence, her voice shaky and unsure. "I…You…We…"
She shakes her head, almost as if stunned by her own lack of words, and tries again but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is almost like a whine, a cry for help because she doesn't know what to say. "Deeks!"
He nods and steps forward, not breaking eye-contact. His hand rests on her cheek and she leans into his touch. "I know, Kensi."
Then, he closes the space between them and kisses her for the very first time.
It's everything he always knew it would be and more. It's passion, love and want all wrapped into one delicious package that makes air become his second priority at the moment. He's not sure what makes his knees shake.
Maybe it's the way she holds onto him.
Maybe it's the way her curves mold onto his body.
Maybe it's the way she pulls him with her, back inside the house.
Kensi tries to lead him to the couch but he refuses to do this on the couch. This will be, for all intents and purposes, their first time together, and he's not going to take her hard and fast on her living room couch. He's going to use this to apologize for all those times in which he didn't kiss her, didn't take her clothes off, and didn't love her as he should have.
That's why he lifts her up until she wraps her legs around his waist and carries her to her bedroom, to her bed.
She laughs against his mouth when she notices he's turning on every single light in the house he can find in his path and he can't help but laugh along with her, even if their lips are glued together.
This time, he doesn't stop until she's completely naked in front of him, all the lights turned on and their eyes locked.
He breathes in deeply, looking at her as if she's the most gorgeous sight he's ever laid his eyes on. And she is, in all honesty.
They're both naked by the time he sits on the bed and helps her straddle his lap. He kisses her again, slowly and passionately, as her hands start to move towards his very hard member. But he stops her before she can reach her destination and shakes his head.
Instead, he lays her on the bed and gets on top of her, her legs accommodating him. He kisses every inch of her skin he can reach, touches every curve, every scar, every span of the softest skin he's ever touched. And, by the time he's done with his exploration, she's begging for him to take her.
Deeks looks into her eyes and whispers against her lips. "If I take you now, it's forever. There will be no going back, Kensi. I will never let you go. So make sure this is what you want."
Kensi wraps her arms around his neck and uses the leverage to pull him closer so she can kiss him. And, when air becomes scarce, she pulls back and looks into his ocean blue eyes, filled with love and care, and utters the words he so desperately wants to hear.
"I'm yours, Marty. I'm yours forever."
He enters her, then, and it feels like the first time.
Everything's different, this time.
She's not afraid to moan and he's not afraid to hurt her because he knows she's more than ready for him.
He moves slowly inside of her, lovingly, and she encourages him with soft moans that she can't keep in. When he finally pushes her over the edge, she holds onto him as hard as she can, his name a scream in her lips, and it's the hottest thing he ever witnessed.
He's not sure if it's the way she holds onto him or the way she says his name, but that's more than enough to throw him over the edge along with her.
Deeks rolls off of her and wastes no time in pulling her into his arms, holding her as if afraid of letting go. They're covered in sweat but she still cuddles as close to him as she can, showing him that she's not going anywhere.
Because, from this day on, they're not going anywhere.
They're together and they're not letting go of each other.
The End
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Love,
Sarah