A/N: Ok, I lied. Two more chapters. But I don't hear any of you complaining.
'This has to stop! Now!' Kensi thought to herself in futility.
In reality, she was doing very little to stop her hands from roaming up and down her partner's back, or to stop her lips from sliding over his as they devoured each other in a messy kiss. His body was pressed flush to hers, and he had her pinned to a steel wall somewhere deep in the ship.
It had only been a few hours since their midday encounter in the ship's NCIS office. But her plan to play it cool and keep her hands to herself for the last several hours aboard the aircraft carrier had gone awry. Sure enough, as the day came to a close, she found herself wandering the darkest corridors of the ship with Deeks, yet again looking for a little privacy.
"We really shouldn't be making out in the open like this," she hissed at him between demanding kisses.
"I thought you said the danger of being caught made it hotter?" he teased, smiling from behind his disheveled hair.
"Yeah, but if we're actually caught, that's where it ends," she reminded him.
"Fair point," he conceded.
Then, both of them froze as they heard boots on the sheer steel stairs down the hall and around a corner.
"Someone's coming!" Kensi whispered, before bolting out from his arm's embrace and dashing down the hall to hide on the other side of a bulkhead.
She left Deeks standing there, a bit dumbfounded. And he didn't have time to flee with her.
"Mr. Coulter! There you are," a woman's voice called out.
Kensi couldn't see her, but she recognized her voice as belonging to the civilian liaison of the ship, Petty Officer Smalls.
"You're looking for me?" Deeks asked her in surprise.
"Yes. What are you doing down here? Haven't you gotten in enough trouble already?" she asked him sternly.
"Uh… I got lost," Deeks admitted, though he lacked conviction.
"Right," Smalls answered skeptically. "And why do you have a towel?"
"It's from the bathro— from the head… in my berth," he stuttered. "I was going… to… to go up on the deck. I heard it was raining… I love… rain."
Kensi stifled a laugh from her hiding spot. It was comical to listen to him weave his way through his increasingly convoluted alibi. But she wished he'd get on with it and get away, so they could pick up where they left off.
"Uh-huh," Smalls responded. "Well, you don't have clearance to be up on the flight deck. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow when you leave to get some fresh air. Which is actually why I'm here. Follow me."
"Where are we going?" Deeks asked, reluctantly walking after the tenacious sailor.
"I need to brief you on the procedures for preparing to leave the ship," Smalls answered, her voice growing quieter as she and Deeks walked further from where Kensi was hiding.
A few seconds later, she heard the sounds of them climbing the stairs to a higher deck, and then Kensi could hardly hear their voices at all. She sighed to herself, both at the relief from not being caught, and at the frustration of having her partner dragged away.
Guessing at where she thought Smalls would lead him, she took off in the opposite direction, winding her way up the labyrinth of corridors until she ended up near the squadron ready room, only a deck below the flight deck. Close by, there was a staging area for cargo and luggage that would leave the ship with them in the early hours of the next day.
Sure enough, several minutes later she spotted a very confused looking Deeks looking back and forth at the junction of four different hallways. Somewhere along the lines, he had lost his towel.
Kensi strode up behind him, and without breaking her pace she brushed past him and told him in a low voice, "Well, that was close."
Deeks fell in step behind her, following her unquestioningly down the corridor.
When they were more alone, he asked, "Where are we going?"
"You still have the key to the visitor's berth?" Kensi asked him without slowing.
"Yeah, but I thought we agreed it was too risky to go back there with you-know-who sniffing around," he argued.
"Well, I'm out of alternative ideas," she admitted, leaving unsaid that she refused to consider calling it quits until they were back home in around twenty-four hours. Finally, she turned back to smile at him and said, "Besides, we were supposed to turn out the sheets before you give the key back."
"Fair point," he conceded, grinning and adding a spring to his step.
When they reached the intersection before the hallway their hideout was in, they paused. Kensi peered around the corner and hesitated. Deeks seemed to share her trepidation and glanced nervously back the way they'd came.
"This is ridiculous," he whispered. "We can break into banks and prisons, but we can't sneak down an empty hallway without fear of being spotted?"
She happened to agree with him. She took a quick deep breath before saying, "Come on!"
They started walking quickly, but trying hard not to look too much like they were up to any mischief. They reached the door and Deeks swore under his breath as he fumbled with the key. After seconds that seemed like minutes (Kensi had been on the verge of shoving him away impatiently and picking it herself), the lock clicked and the door swung open. The pair scrambled though the frame much quicker than was necessary, and sealed it behind them.
They looked at each other, bursting into laughter at their own foolishness. Deeks' arms came to rest around Kensi's waist as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I half expected to find her in here, waiting for us," he confessed, still chuckling to himself.
"Stop it!" Kensi said as she playfully smacked him on his chest with her open palm. This turned into a gentle caress, and she went on, "Don't even joke about that!"
"Doesn't matter," he insisted, dotting kisses along the corner of her jaw. "It's not like that would stop me!"
Kensi shook her head and told him, "You're so weird—"
His lips had reached hers, and silenced any further conversation for the time being. He kissed her soundly, and passionately, and she melted into his arm's embrace while they moved as one towards the tiny bed.
Kensi tossed aside her cap and pulled her hair free from its restrictive bun, and Deeks quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it from her shoulders. Their hands moved over each other's bodies with the certainty of lovers who had been together for years, not days as they worked to remove their clothes.
In quick order, they were both stripped bare and reclined on the mattress. Deeks had settled over Kensi's body, sharing his warmth as they continued to focus their attention on what they did with their lips and hands.
Deeks made a quick exit from the bed to go back to his discarded pants. After rummaging around, he returned having successfully found the little package stowed in his back pocket.
"This is the last one," he informed her, holding it up.
Kensi felt a shiver at the loss of his body heat, and held herself up on her elbows to tell him suggestively, "Better make good use of it."
"Oh, I plan to," he assured her.
From the foot of the bed, he crawled his way back up her long, bare legs, kissing the goosebumps away as he went. Once she could reach his unruly hair, she ran her fingers through the golden locks to direct his meandering tongue and lips. At her silent urging, he mouthed his way to the soft skin of one of her breasts. His tongue flicked out and tickled the pink bud until it was perked up and Kensi had arched into his touch. He repeated his actions with her other breast, then returned to her lips to calm her impatient sighs.
"You like that?" he asked confidently when she moaned into his mouth.
"I just like that we're finally back in a bed again. Somewhere we can be comfortable," she told him, stretching out beneath his weight to prove her point.
"Yeah," he agreed. "And somewhere we can be naked."
"You like it when I'm naked, do you?" she whispered seductively as she arched her back to push her breasts against his chest.
"What makes you think this is about you? I mean, yeah. You're smoking hot, Kens. But this is about me showing off what I have to work with," he insisted, sitting up on his knees and running his hands over his own broad chest and tight abs.
"I can't even take you seriously right now," she confessed, chasing his hands with her own and following the contour of his muscles.
"Take me in jest, if you'd like. So long as you know I'm yours to take," he said in ernest, settling back down over her.
Kensi met his intense gaze unwaveringly. She couldn't believe he'd just said that. And was even more surprised at how his words made her heart soar.
He saved her from having to answer him by busying her lips with his instead, and she tried to pour what she couldn't say out loud into that kiss.
After several moments more, he kissed his way down her neck and across her breasts, retracing his path from earlier until his face was level with her hips. She squirmed a little in anticipation, and opened her legs for him when he nudged them gently apart with his hands.
Kensi writhed at his touch as he teased her with the tip of his tongue, just as he had done to her nipples. He licked and lapped at her softly, building up the tension within her with his barely there caresses. She wanted so much more, and rolled her hips in frustration as she groaned out loud. Unable to deny her anything, Deeks dove in with more intensity, sucking on the bundle of nerves that was starting to throb.
"Yes, Deeks!" she called out to him, willing herself to hold out for a few more seconds of bliss before surrendering to the pleasure.
He pressed the flat of his tongue directly on her clit and dragged it back and forth rapidly. Kensi held on tightly to her own breasts, and there was nothing more she could do except try not to cry out too loud as she crested the peak of this unexpectedly powerful orgasm.
Deeks kissed the lips of her pussy for a few seconds while she was lost to the sensations. Then he replaced his mouth with his hand, gently cupping her vulva as he crawled back up to her level.
Kensi welcomed him, literally with open arms. As she clung to his torso, she could feel his cock pressed against her; hot and hard. She reached down and grasped his length, tugging on the soft skin and feeling the solid flesh beneath. It was Deeks' turn to moan at her touch, especially once she had started to caress the sensitive head of his dick between her palm and thumb.
"Where'd that condom go?" she asked, though, frankly she was tempted to go without.
"Uhh… It's uh…" Deeks stuttered, sucking in a sharp breath each time she touched him in a certain way. "I left it… here!"
Triumphantly, he fished it out from a wrinkle in the bedsheets and wasted no time in affixing it to himself. Kensi would have loved to take control, but she had already learned to trust him. So she laid back, impatiently waiting for Deeks to settle into position above her.
He lowered himself until he lay flat against her, kissing her soundly as he shifted his hips, blindly trying to navigate into the right spot. The tip of his cock slipped between her folds and rubbed against her clit. Still sensitive from her recent climax, Kensi squirmed at the contact. Her movements were enough to help him slip home, and push deep into her heat.
Kensi hadn't had sex this often in quite some time, and had forgotten how repeated fucking made her inner muscles ache so sweetly. Quicker than she had anticipated, she was already feeling the shockwaves coursing through her that usually came just before she did. Deeks wasn't even moving that fast yet. But his moves were exaggerated, and she could feel the flesh inside herself give way each time he pushed through.
"Oh! My God! I will never get tired of feeling that!" Deeks exclaimed as her inner flutterings gained strength and she bucked up against him involuntarily at the feeling.
Kensi processed what he said in slow motion, her mind distracted by the rush of pure bliss. Without really realizing what she was even saying, she agreed, "Me neither."
Her body may have been temporarily spent, but Deeks was still going strong. He had slowed to let her come back down from her high. But even though Kensi wasn't moving with him so much, she encouraged him to continue doing so by wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.
She was content to let him continue dictating the pace. He seemed to be in no hurry. She loved the overwhelming sensations of him moving steadily within her, and the way his lips stayed connected with hers in a continuous string of sweet kisses. Everything about this was more passionate than any time before, and Kensi wanted nothing more than to stay forever like this, with him.
Deeks had nearly stopped moving entirely, and taking advantage of a burst of energy, Kensi pushed on his shoulders until he rolled them both over. Their positions had reversed, but they remained attached at their hips and their lips.
Kensi focused all of her effort into getting them moving again. She moaned each time she let her ass come crashing down on his thighs, and she didn't have to try hard to raise her hips again, as Deeks met each stroke with a hard upward thrust of his own. Soon, he was doing most of the work again, as she tried to simply hold herself at the perfect angle to let him hit that sweet spot over and over again.
She had shifted up his body some, and could no longer reach his lips with hers, instead having to settle for nuzzling her cheek against the tousled hair on the top of his head. Deeks though, was now free to kiss and suck at the flushed skin of her neck and chest, sending shivers across her skin as the building pressure mounted within her core.
After a few more minutes, Deeks' steady rhythm was starting to unravel. His strokes became choppy, and he grunted with the effort of each one. The change in pace triggered another release of pleasure throughout her body. And as her inner walls took off in a burst of flutters, she felt him twitch wildly as he buried himself within her one last time and called out her name.
They were both spent, breathing heavily, and completely collapsed in each other's arms. Kensi felt content again, and had totally forgotten about all the frustration she had been feeling barely a half an hour ago about being cooped up on this ship. Deeks rolled them again, pulling the sheets around their rapidly cooling bodies as he did so.
She would really have loved to stay there all night with him like they had on Christmas Eve a few nights prior, but she knew they couldn't— or at least shouldn't— stay.
"We can't stay like this," she told him regretfully, her face still buried against his neck.
"Why not?" he asked, holding her tighter in his arms.
"Because Callen's going to want to check in on us in the morning, maybe even tonight, to make sure we're all set to go," she reasoned.
Deeks groaned in defeat, but once Kensi started to drag herself from the bed, he followed suit. They spent a few minutes collecting their clothes, pulling off the bedsheets as Deeks had been instructed, and neatening up the room a bit.
"Well. I'm going to go slip this key back to the supply clerk," he told her, admiring the little piece of metal in his hand somewhat wistfully.
"Then go get some sleep," she instructed him. "We fly home around o-eight hundred hours."
"And when does that get us back to LA?" he asked, squinting at an arbitrary point on the wall as he thought.
"With the time difference," Kensi started, calculating in her head. "That'll be eight hours after six hours ago tomorrow—"
Very confused, Deeks interjected, "What?"
"—So… in Pacific time, four in the morning? I think," she finished with minimal certainty.
"I'm confused," he told her, stating the obvious.
"Don't be. Just get some sleep," she again instructed.
He nodded in agreement and stepped over to her now that she was fully dressed too. Cupping her cheek, he quickly stole a kiss. Though, she willingly gave it.
"Catch you in the morning," she told him, pulling away. Then smiling, she reminded him, "We have a long drive once we get home."
He reluctantly released her hand that he'd been holding. But first, he agreed, "Hmm. I can't wait."
A/N: For real. The next one is the last chapter of this story, and will close out this plot line.