I apologize for not updating this fic sooner, but five days after returning from the vacation with hubby and kids there was a death in the family and I had to scoot across the other side of the country for a funeral. And then my muse decided to take a vacation. But here we go and this chapter went in the complete opposite direction I anticipated but hey, who am I to argue.
So I figured while I sit here watching the Yankees/Detroit game (GO TIGERS), I could clean this up and post it.
Billet (noun): To provide lodging for; quarter.
Marty Deeks tossed his bag down on the bed and let out a long sigh, in his nearly two years as the liaison for NCIS, he had been privy to all sorts of strange protocols and rules, but this one by far took the cake. Ridiculously expensive cake, but cake nonetheless.
Walking to the window, he threw open the heavy curtains and looked out to a view of downtown Los Angeles. They were on the fourteenth floor of the hotel, four rooms all tucked in the corner, away from most of the guests. Deeks supposed Hetty had something to do with that. And something to do with their arriving via the backdoor and ushered directly to the rooms.
Sighing again, he turned back to the space, his home for the next two days, give or take. Large king bed by the window, comfortable loveseat on the other side of the night table. A nice sized flat screen TV hung on the wall across from the couch, but could be angled toward the bed. Typical closet and rather large marble bathroom with a huge soaking tub.
Grinning at the door between the closet and the small dresser, Deeks made a quick decision and crossed the room, knocking in a particularly annoying manner on the door.
When there was no answer, he knocked again, this time only slightly less annoying.
Finally the door swung open to reveal his partner, in all her tight jeans and t-shirt glory. Hey, he was a man and it had certainly not escaped his notice that Kensi was off the charts hot.
"Yes, Deeks?"
"I'm bored."
"It's been an hour."
He shrugged. "I need to keep my mind sharp…"
Now she snorted and let out a rather unlady like laugh.
"So what do we do?" he asked.
"We enjoy the time off while we can, Deeks."
"Really? One missing laptop…"
One eyebrow slowly raised in his direction. "One missing laptop with all our personal information, including addresses and several aliases. If they can't find or disable it, it won't be a couple days at a nice hotel; everyone will have to move and deactivate perfectly good aliases, possibly flushing some ongoing investigations." Even Kensi could admit it was an annoying inconvenience, but it was also protocol, with their information compromised it was too dangerous to return home. So it was a couple days at a hotel under brand new aliases unless Eric could access the computer remotely and confirm the data hadn't been decrypted (even Hetty knew the possibility was remote, but the manager was never one to risk her agents lives), in that case their "vacation" would end earlier.
Deeks looked at her with those big blue eyes and she actually felt bad for the guy. She knew it was hard adjusting to constantly moving/working/planning to…sitting and waiting.
"Look, Callen usually loses himself in a couple books, so unless we ask him to join us, we won't hear from him. Sam will be in the gym most of the time if he's not watching the History Channel or annoying Callen about whatever he's reading."
"How often does this happen?" he asked and leaned against the door frame.
"This would be the third time since I've been an agent."
"Huh…" He seemed to consider that before looking at her. "So what do you do?"
She shrugged. "Read, workout, sun myself since this place has a rooftop pool, catch up on reality TV. Hetty can arrange to get more stuff from your place, but it's not preferred."
Deeks knew what that meant, Hetty would do it if he was desperate, but the liaison would owe her for a long time for it. "Nope, I'll…find something to do."
She sighed. "Look, gimme thirty and we can head to the pool, ok? But I'm not entertaining you the entire time, you're a big boy."
"Yes, I am." A slight lecherous grin accompanied his words and she rolled her eyes.
"Idiot," she mumbled and closed the door between them.
As they found two lounge chairs by the pool, Kensi took a moment to enjoy the view of LA; she loved it from this hotel. The entire city was laid before her, it was especially spectacular at night, and she would have to bring Deeks back up here once the sun went down.
Smiling to herself, she set her towel down and peeled off her shorts and tank top, revealing a pink flowered bikini that left little to the imagination.
Deeks had been also staring at the view, but as he turned back, he caught his partner pulling her shirt over her head and stopped dead in his tracks. Because her bikini was rather small and her body looked fantastic in it. It was not the first time he had seen her in a bikini – far from it - but those times had been work related and he hadn't the opportunity to really appreciate her figure.
Oh dear God, he thought as his eyes lingered over smooth, tan skin, and suddenly he wondered if coming to the pool was a good idea. Looking around, he caught several men staring intently at Kensi. Deeks zeroed in on the closest one and gave him a look that said "back off"; the man gave him an appreciative look but turned away.
"Swim?" he asked as she settled into the chair, pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
"Nope, go ahead."
He nodded and disappeared into the deep end of the pool. Thankfully it was August in LA, the least touristy time of year and he didn't have to deal with many other people. What started as lazy laps across the full sized pool quickly turned into a full workout, with him pulling his body through the water with power and ease.
Kensi watched as her partner made quick work of the laps, racking them up at an impressive pace. Deeks was not a small man by any stretch, but he was all muscle born from a lifetime in the water and they were clearly on display as he moved through the pool as if he weighed nothing. The graceful and powerful movements of his muscles drew her in and it wasn't long before Kensi realized she was openly staring at her partner. Shaking her head she gave him one last look as he disappeared under the water to execute another turn before closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin.
Eventually the heat of the sun started to become oppressive and Kensi opened her eyes and eyed the pool, her partner had moved onto butterfly strokes and oh, dear God, the way his muscles moved and rippled sent a little jolt through her. A jolt that was not appropriate in relation to her partner, but one she didn't entirely dislike either. Taking a deep breath she got up and approached the pool, quickly slipping into the water in the shallow end, moving forward until the water came to her waist. When Deeks passed her and she was certain he had not seen her approach, until he suddenly disappeared and broke the surface directly behind her. Extremely close behind her. And this time a stronger jolt moved through her at his proximity, she could feel his breath on her shoulder and his constantly moving hands kept pushing the water around her waist.
"Race?" she asked without turning around and could practically feel the grin on his face.
"You bet. Two laps, winner buys a drink after dinner," he said and moved even closer, she could practically feel the water running down his chest. And even in the warm August sun in a heated pool, she shivered.
"What makes you think I'm having dinner with you?" she asked indignantly.
Instead of answering her he laughed and whispered. "Pick your stroke."
"You cheated," she mumbled unhappily.
Deeks just grinned at her and took a long drink of his free beer (on-tap Summer Shandy, the big glass). "How? How does one cheat at swimming? Just admit you lost."
She let out a noise of irritation and swirled her own glass of Leinenkugel. "Fine."
They were seated at the bar in a small pub attached to the hotel. An invitation to Sam and Callen to join them had been declined as expected. After their burgers had been eaten and the plates taken away to be replaced by the current (and second) round of beers, Deeks had slid his stool a touch closer to his partner. Close enough that when he turned slightly sideways their knees would bump.
There was something in the air between them tonight, something that was allowing them the freedom to act beyond the normal barriers they put up against each other. Maybe it was the circumstances they found themselves in, with two years of pent up sexual frustration between them, nothing but time to kill and close quarters.
So when his hand brushed the back of hers, she didn't snap as she might have and he didn't try and pretend it was an accident. Instead she leaned into him slightly while looking at their hands, which were still touching. The heat that came from that minor of touches was incredible and for a moment she wanted to pull away from the intensity. But she didn't, instead leaning into him slightly, her shoulder brushing his.
"Shots?" she asked but before he could answer had put her hand up and was motioning the bartender for two tequilas.
In no time they were licking their hands and shaking salt onto them.
Kensi held up her small shot glass first and looked at her partner with an expression he could only define as devious. "To partners…" she said and they clinked glasses before downing the liquid.
Again Kensi motioned for more tequila, but as the bartender walked away Deeks grabbed her forearm. "Don't you think we've had enough?"
He was far from drunk and wasn't concerned about waking up with a hangover as much as the potential for something to happen if too much alcohol was consumed. The fire between them was already burning at a frantic pace; he could only imagine what would happen when alcohol was added.
Casually her hand landed on his thigh, a little too high to be just friendly and heat flared through him at the touch. Then she leaned over and practically whispered, "Worried a girl can drink you under the table, Deeks?"
He raised one eyebrow in response to the challenge. "No chance, Blye. Besides, you are far from a girl."
Heat and desire raced through her dark eyes and in that moment Deeks knew he was done for; especially when the next words came out of her mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she whispered and licked her lips before capturing her bottom one gently between her teeth, staring at him steadily.
He was saved from a response by the bartender returning with their second round.
Kensi wasn't sure why she was suddenly acting so forward with him; it wasn't the alcohol, she could handle her liquor. For a moment she wondered if maybe it was because she hadn't been laid in almost 6 months, but quickly she pushed that explanation out of her head, she'd had plenty of opportunity in that six months, but the men who offered were not the one she wanted.
The one she wanted was sitting impossibly close to her in a dark bar, doing tequila shots with her. And only putting up a cursory attempt at stopping her advances; which told her all she needed to know.
The heat of desire was rising quickly and Kensi didn't think she could stop it at this point, even if she wanted to. They had been on this path for a long time now and it seemed they were finally nearing the end.
As Deeks brought his salt covered hand up to his lips, Kensi stopped him, gripping his wrist gently, slowly pulling his hand toward her lips.
Then she licked the salt slowly off his skin, meeting his wide blue eyes as she did. The action sent that familiar warm feeling straight to his crotch and he shifted. Once all the salt was gone, she held out her own hand to him and he reached out, licking her skin equally slowly, enjoying the taste of her under the salt.
Keeping their eyes trained on each other, they downed the shots. It was possibly the most erotic thing a woman had ever done to him. And they were still clothed.
"Let's go," she whispered into his ear and he nodded forcefully, quickly writing his room number on the bill and something vaguely resembling his signature. Her hand still on his thigh and body pressed against his side made legibility hopeless.
Deeks would have happily traded in their 14th floor rooms for something a little closer during those painfully long moments in the lobby waiting for the elevator. And judging by the way Kensi kept fidgeting next to him, she agreed. By the time the doors dinged open, he was ready to forget propriety and just take her in the elevator.
Clearly she'd been having similar thoughts because the second the door to the empty elevator closed behind them, she moved to stand in front of him and placed a hot, wet kiss to his mouth.
That was all he needed, his hands started to roam over any part of her body he could reach, finally landing on her hips. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he tightened his grip on her and spun them around, pressing her into the corner.
Pulling away, he planted several kisses along her neck, and she moaned lowly in approval.
"Is this a good idea?" he asked even as he gently pinned her arms above her head with one hand. The other slipped under the material of her shirt and found the smooth, warm skin of her abdomen. The same skin he had been admiring at the pool.
"Probably not," she said breathily and titled her head back as his hand dipped briefly under the material of her jeans, skimming the skin right above her ass with his fingertips. "You, uh, want to stop?"
"Hell, no," he responded and moaned himself when she wriggled under him. "You realize there are camera's in this elevator, right?"
Looking at him, she smiled. "So let's give them a show."
"You are bad, Kensi Blye," he stated and started kissing down her throat, dipping his tongue into the hollow before moving across her collarbone.
As her fingers clumsily started unbuttoning his shirt the door dinged open and the pair pulled apart just long enough to step out into the hall and start walking toward their rooms.
His door was first and that's where they stopped, Deeks quickly opening the door with Kensi draped over his back, her hands wrapped around him, fingers pulling desperately at buttons on his shirt again. Every one of his nerve endings was on edge from her closeness.
Once they were safely inside and the door was closed, Deeks pressed her back against the door, hands sliding farther up under her shirt, his tongue dueling with hers between wet kisses. As his fingers made contact with the bottom of her bra, Deeks suddenly pulled away and looked at her.
She eyed him carefully. "You aren't going to change your mind now are you?"
"No…no. I just…" he blew out a breath and leaned over, kissing her more tenderly this time. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing."
She smirked. "We haven't had the one time yet, Deeks."
A serious expression crossed his face. "You know what I mean…"
"I do. And I don't either."
Now he smirked but didn't speak, instead covering her lips with his own, his hand continuing its path up as she pushed off the door and lead them backwards to the bed.
They only needed one room the next two days.
Good news though, I'm already halfway through another chapter for this one. Yay!