This is where it gets a bit racy folks, just a warning.
I don't own them, if I did naughty things would ensue.
Anthony St. John walked back to his room after a brief business meeting with two potential investors in one of the resort's conference rooms.
At least that's what it looked like to the man in the black suv with the tinted windows. The camera he'd paid the room service waiter to wear had shown three men in casual suits dividing their attention between a power point presentation and folders on the table. The only new information the watcher had discovered was that St. John was a good tipper, something that seemed contrary to the profile the Whitfield's had ordered. The bugs he had planted in the room delivered nothing but static, most likely due to the massive amount of electronics the St. Johns had loaded into their room, apparently this was a working vacation.
Deeks whistled to himself on the way back to their room, he resisted the urge to put on a show for his audience parked on the bluff with a great view of the resort. Wanting to help since they were here anyway, Claire Walker had joined the house cleaning staff to clean their room as well as Sam and Callen's thoroughly, disabling all the listening devices she found. Her husband busied himself with a scenic ride along the coast taking the pictures Eric had run for facial recognition. From the pictures the guys had managed to slip into the presentation, it looked like the Whitfield's compound was patrolled by six guards at all times. The owners would say it was for the sake of their guests privacy, if any one was curious about armed guards at a fertility retreat.
"Darling, your irresistibly attractive hubby is back, and I brought snacks!" Deeks yelled as he opened the door to the suite. He had to give it to NCIS, as he looked around their ocean front lodgings, the loft bedroom was the size of his whole apartment and he was pretty sure he could do laps in the bathtub if he really tried. His current undercover budget far exceeded anything he ever had working with the LAPD.
The sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom let him know where is partner could be found. Since Charlotte would have no reason to attend her husband's business meeting they had decided that Kensi would stay in the room to catch up with Nell and install some security cameras in case someone other than the housekeeping staff decided to visit while they were gone.
The hair dryer clicked off as Deeks headed to the bathroom to update his partner. He stopped in the shelter of the door frame to watch Kensi try to twist her hair into a tortured looking style, before she finally gave up with a groan of frustration. In his opinion it looked better down anyway.
"All this time to yourself and your not dressed yet?" Deeks pushed off the doorframe and headed inside, glancing meaningfully at the short light pink bathrobe, it's loosely tied belt the only thing keeping his partner from exposing her assets. Not that he would mind.
"You wouldn't be either if you had to wear the dress Hetty picked out for me. She had a corset sewn into it, the thing is so tight I can barely breathe. If we have to chase a suspect you're on your own, I'll pass out before I run more than a couple steps." Her eyes met his in the mirror as she took in the slacks and button down shirt. "Looks like you got your own monkey suit."
"Tell me about it, Hetty told me if I do anything to it she's putting me in the shooting range as a dummy target." Deeks winced remembering Kensi's favorite place to practice shooting male suspects. "Apparently Callen and Sam got the same warning so at least I won't be alone."
Deeks nodded slightly to himself before he crossed over to stand behind her and lifted her hair gently away from her neck, ignoring the shocked look on her face he bent to kiss the soft hollow between her neck and collarbone.
"What are you doing?" Kensi's smile never left her face, but the words were menacing."
Deeks ignored her, and kissed along her neck before slowly heading toward her ear. "Just letting my wife know how beautiful she is. We have an audience on the bluff outside." His voice vibrated against her skin.
Kensi briefly lost concentration as his teeth grazed her ear and a small moan slipped out.
"Interesting, I'll have to remember that for later." Her partner caught her eye again as he switched to the other side of her neck. His hand pushed away her hair and she tilted her head slightly to give him better access. "Don't forget Charlotte adores Anthony." Deeks reminded her as Kensi started to move away.
She stopped immediately and shifted her stance to that of a woman being kissed by the man she loves. Deeks beard is softer than she thought almost tickling as he nuzzles behind her ear. She'll make him pay for this later, but there's no harm in it right now. "Oh wait, Nell." Kensi straightened up quickly, a little sorry for the loss of his warmth at her back.
"I think she's cute, but don't you think we should figure out our 'thing' before we start talking about a three-some." Deeks can't help but smirk. His partner has moaned 3 times in the last couple minutes though he doubts she realized it. He's not above feeling a little masculine pride knowing he was the cause.
"Oh gross, grow up. No, Nell identified the guards around the compound, they're all ex-special forces hired from the same private security company. That's a lot of muscle to guard a bunch of pampered rich couples at a retreat. We might want to stay here tonight instead of being locked down at the compound." Kensi glanced woefully at the dress hanging on the back of the door. She really didn't want to put it on, but the alternative was standing in a too short bathrobe in front of her partner. She headed toward Hetty's newest creation.
"Not so fast, Mrs. St. John, we've got a tail outside, and armed highly trained guards just waiting for someone to mess up. I think this calls for more, umm practice, we don't want to give ourselves away." Deeks walked forward until Kensi was trapped between him and the wall.
"What are you talking about? Did you drink at that meeting." This was not the goofy, flirty partner she's used too.
"It occurred to me that we are about to walk into a very dangerous situation unprepared because my partner was to squeamish to talk to me. I've decided to fix that." Deeks leaned farther in as he finished, putting a hand on the wall next to Kensi's head. "Anthony and Charlotte have been married for a couple of years, there are things he as her husband should know."
"Yeah I guess, umm what do you want to know? Is this like a piercings or tattoos type of question? Kensi's focused on her partners eyes trying to figure out what the hell is going on here.
He shook his head, and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "I was thinking more intimate questions, questions like what color underwear my wife has on." His free hand tugged on the tie to the robe and pulled it away, sliding one side open. Deeks avoided his startled partners face, stepping back to look down.
The shock of seeing her topless is almost enough to make him rethink his plan, but he's gone this far and if she shoots him later, well, this view is worth it. Her breast is perfect, round and pert with a small pink nipple standing at attention against her olive skin. He smiles at that, nice to know he's not the only one interested in their thing. His gaze travels past her navel to the pink and cream panties. Definitely Charlotte, it's hard to imagine his partner picking something that dainty.
Kensi has been standing silently during Deeks appraisal, partly from shock at how aggressive his last move was, and partly from guilt because she knows he's right. She followed his gaze as it travelled back up her body and stopped pointedly at her chest.
"It's a strapless dress with a sewn in corset, no bra required." She feels silly having this conversation half naked, but makes no move to cover up. "What else do you want to know?" Putting her hand on her hip, Kensi reminds herself she's gone through SERE, she won't be the one to flinch first.
Her attitude has him stepping forward using his body to pin her against the wall, if she had looked frightened he would have backed off, but the challenge in her eyes is too much to resist. His lips hovered just above hers, he could feel her breath catch as he pushed up against her.
"I read the same brief you did, I know Charlotte's background, and you know Anthony's, but Wednesday night we have to preform for a camera, it is a camera isn't it?" Hetty had coaxed more specific information from Celia Bray. A wireless camera would be placed in their room broadcasting on a closed circuit to another room in the control area where a therapist, though he preferred the term pervert, would watch their performance and give them tips on which positions worked best for conception. There would be no recording, so at least they didn't have to worry about a sex tape being released later.
Kensi nodded in response, not ready to speak.
"So, my question is what does Charlotte like? Soft?" Deeks leaned in to kiss her, running his tongue gently over her bottom lip undemanding, and unsatisfying Kensi admitted to herself, before pulling back to look in her eyes.
"Or does she like something more?" This time he wasn't gentle his lips pressed against hers and his tongue swept inside, warm probing, and everything she wanted it to be, she leaned forward to grab his hair and deepen the kiss again as he started to pull back. When they finally separated she whimpered, and then shivered, her robe was on the floor and she couldn't remember taking it off.
"Sorry princess we're not done yet, though all information is being stored for further use." That statement is all Deeks and startled her.
Kensi reached for her robe. "We should stop, I mean, this is..."
"Research." Deeks finished for her, grabbing her hand pulling her in from of him and turning to face the mirror again.
"Deeks." Kensi's voice holds a note of something she can't identify as she looks at herself in the mirror, lips swollen, flushed red from her cheeks to her chest, and her hair, well they didn't call it sex hair for nothing.
"Not Deeks," Her partners voice whispers softly in her ear. "It's Anthony, and your Charlotte. Tell me what you want Charlotte, are you the type to who has to be in control?" Deeks kissed her neck again making it harder for Kensi to concentrate.
"Huh?" Kensi knows she'll regret this tomorrow, but today it's so easy to be Charlotte.
"Control, do you have to be in control?" Deeks repeated in a firmer tone while his hands wandered over her body stopping only long enough to tease.
"In life, yes." Kensi's not sure if she is answering for herself or her cover.
"In the bedroom? Can she let go?"
"Yes." For a girl who spends so much time in control it's surprisingly easy to give it up. It's the answer Deeks hoped for, and he's done playing, one hand wrapped loosely around Kensi's neck, he pulled her back towards his body, giving him full access to the ear he'd bitten to start all this, while the other hand reached across her body slipping underneath the delicate pink lace.
"Look" it's a command not a suggestion and Kensi opened her eyes to see herself sprawled in her partners arms at the same moment his fingers found the spot he'd been teasing around, Deeks bit down gently an inch below her chin, sending a shot of heat straight to her core. Her knees buckled, but he was there, holding her against him.
"Easy tiger," he chuckled when she's steady. " I think we'll be okay on Wednesday."
Kensi, turned thinking she'd like to have a little chat about what Anthony likes, full disclosure being only fair, but Deeks is headed out the bathroom door toward their bags. "Wait, where are you going?"
"To answer your phone, you've already missed one call." He answered holding up the ringing phone so they can both hear. "Hey Nell, what's up?"
"Where have you guys been?" Nell's voice is pitched low and urgent. "You need to get over to the Whitfield compound right now!"
"We were getting ready, hair dryer was on, so was the tv." Kensi's reply is muffled by the dress she's struggling into. "Did they change the schedule, we aren't supposed to be there for another forty five minutes."
"David Whitfield is dead, as far as the guys have figured out, he was shot by one of his scouts over money. Forget about your covers, Elizabeth Whitfield is turning everything over to investigators claiming it was all her husbands idea and that he forced her to do it. Callen and Sam need you over there to go through and transmit as much information about their side business as you can before the FBI takes over."
Deeks thanks Nell, telling her they will join Callen and Sam in fifteen minutes and hangs up. The partners look at each other briefly before jumping into action, throwing off the expensive clothes for their own. Any talk about what just happened will have to wait.
"Come on Deeks, we've got to go." Kensi shouts pulling her hair into a ponytail and heading for the door.
"You know you could try calling me Marty." Deeks suggested, grabbing for his phone.
Kensi stopped halfway out the door to consider his request. "Nah, that would be too weird."
"Really Kens," Deeks looked at the ceiling shaking his head. "All that happened today and that's the part that's weird."
Hopefully, I didn't disappoint anyone, I struggled a bit trying to maintain their voices. Thanks again for reading.