'Cause I'm definitely not the only one to have noticed that Deeks was extremely… ahem… frisky in this episode! Plus, I felt that after the last chapter, Strong, we could all use something much lighter this time around! I apologize for being absent for so long. My ex fiancé showed up again and that was just a hoot to deal with. I should be around more often now, however I won't make any promises, just to avoid disappointment. Also, if you haven't watched the show Intelligence, please, please, go do so as it is on the verge of being canceled and that just can't happen! Ok, over and out 3
Disclaimer: Really? Is this still necessary? People, I live in one of the smallest Podunk towns ever. Trust me, I don't own them.
Frisky.
Kensi Blye not only notices the way her partner looks at two campaign girls, but also feels the burn of that creep into her throat, threatening to spill out onto the pavement as they walk up to the victim's house. Instead, she hands over her lock picking kit so that she won't have to deal with the sting just in case he chooses not to check out her ass today. Rather, she takes the time it takes him to pick the lock to check out his rather lovely back muscles… and ok, maybe her eyes roamed a little lower. They go through the apartment, looking at pictures, detecting stuff as detectives and special agents like themselves occasionally do.
It's later, as she's changing and getting ready for her undercover work that she notices he's been sticking to her side this afternoon, specifically after the incident on the sidewalk with the patriotic young ladies. She steps from behind the black curtain, seeking her partner's eyes automatically, and alright, maybe just a little bit of his approval. He doesn't disappoint, saying, "Wow, you are rockin' that power suit." She takes the apology for what it is, ready not to think about why it would bug her anymore than need be.
The comment she makes about feeling like a caged animal hit close to the belt for one Detective Deeks. He's felt tense and anticipatory all day long and it's been driving him crazy. He knows that his comments at the house earlier put a micro-dent in Kensi's usually impenetrable self-confidence and he's dying to fix it.
She leaves for the campaign office, and he's left buzzing around, desperately trying to get rid of the excess energy he seems in possession of.
He finally texts her around 3o'clock.
Hey Kensalina. How's the undercover work treating you? Ps: You really did look smoking in that suit, and I lied, I prefer you over any woman, in red or blue.
If his honesty shocks her, she doesn't show it, and instead responds with:
Deeks. This job sucks. I've been licking envelopes for the past two hours. I feel sick. Actually I feel jittery. Am I supposed to feel like this? And the male attention here more than assures me of my physical attributes.
When the boys ask about Kensi, he says, a little bitterly, that she is apparently getting high on stamp glue. He's not jealous, not really, but rather wishes that he was the one to assure her rather than make her feel self-conscious.
And then they're in the boatshed and Tenez has left, announcing that she would be dropping out of the political race. Kensi looks, not sad, but contemplative. He makes a joke, and she is clearly not in the mood for that.
"What's wrong?" He says it quietly, almost shyly, as though he's talking about more than just this case, which unnerves her.
Hours later they're standing in a room full of campaign supporters and he tells her about his own brush with politics. She isn't joking when she sarcastically calls him Deeks the Great Communicator.
The bad guy caught, and the day done, Deeks is in the gym, still laying there after his push up fail. She is walking through the gym and towards the back parking lot after saying goodnight to Hetty. She has changed into one of the t-shirts that was sitting in his gym locker. She felt so much less restricted this way, and figured she'd have it back the next morning before he ever noticed. She nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears his voice, low and gravelly, say to her, "Please don't take any of my limbs, but I've needed to touch you all day. I can't explain it. Please don't kill me." With his eyes half closed in fear, Deeks reaches for her.
His hands are not stationary, and if she's bothered, she doesn't say anything. They've always trusted each other's movements before, and tonight is no exception. His hands move from her hips to her ass and back up to her back where he slides them underneath the fabric of her shirt to run over the knots of her spine.
"Geez, Deeks, frisky much?" Her voice is breathless and comes out much lower than she would have liked.
He just grunts and then attaches his lips to her collarbone. He starts with open-mouthed kisses and then moves on to sucking.
"If you make a mark, so help me-" her warning is cut off when his lips push onto her own. He pulls back just enough to say, "You talk to damn much." And then goes back to her lips, where his kisses become more and more gentle. He slides down to the spot behind her ear, just below her ear lobe, and whispers to her as he kisses the skin there, "I've never been good with words, but Kensi you have to know how gorgeous you are. Not just your body, but every part of you. Your spirit exudes radiance. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel any different." It's as close as they will get to a confession, at least tonight, and she accepts it for what it is, and for everything that is hidden in the words.
"I know, oh horny one, I know. But seriously, if you made a mark, I'm going to kill you."
He drags his lips slowly and torturously back up to her jaw where he smirks against her skin.
"Bet I know what you're going to think about in the shower tomorrow morning. Oh, and no worries, you can keep the shirt. It looks better on you, anyway, Fern." He laughs as her hands connect with his chest, and their impromptu make out session turns into a wrestling match. Partners. Through thick and thin, frisky and otherwise.