I don't own any of the characters, just borrowing them for some naughty time : )
Deeks turned away from the television as Monty whined and crawled into his lap again. He had been pacing back and forth between the spot on the couch where Kensi usually sat and Deeks's lap for the last hour.
"I know you miss her buddy, but it's for her own good. Plus if you hadn't opened your big mouth we probably wouldn't be in this position in the first place." Monty wagged his tail in what Deeks assumed was sympathy.
"Just be happy you're neutered. Girls are nothing but trouble." His owner added.
It had been three and a half months since the counseling session in Dr. Anderson's office, three and a half months that Deeks had mixed feeling about, he had continued to push Kensi, grabbing her for quick kisses in different places, sending her suggestive text messages, and doing his best to move their relationship along. On her part Kensi seemed to enjoy everything, but she would never be the one to kiss him first. After a while he'd received a rather insightful email and decided on his present course of action. He just had to stay strong and hold out, it didn't help that his dog was obviously a traitor.
Deeks finished his third beer and briefly contemplated getting up for a fourth before deciding the couch was too comfortable. He was half asleep watching a late night infomercial for something Sam probably already had when the knock at the door sounded.
He got up looking at Monty for backup as he headed to check who would be outside at almost midnight, only to find him snoring on the other half of the couch.
"Really, thanks."
"Who is it? I didn't order pizza, the party is around the building on the left and I have a gun." Deeks called out, walking to the door picking up his service weapon on the way.
"Open the door." The very grumpy voice of his partner came from the other side.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the party around the building?"
"Open the door before I shoot you through it." Kensi was apparently not in the mood.
"Really." Deeks opened the door. "You're really threatening to shoot me through my door, were they out of your favorite donuts again? Or did Top Model get cancelled?" Deeks studied his partner as she walked inside looking around.
"Wow, that outfit is um," Deeks stumbled looking for a good descriptor for the maxi dress and hoodie combination that Kensi was currently sporting.
"I wanted to be comfortable and it's cold outside." Kensi shrugged.
"What are you doing here?" Deeks settled back into his former position on the couch and waved her toward the fridge.
"You know where the beer is, help yourself if you want one."
Kensi frowned, normally he would bring her one, and offer her a seat. But then again he had been acting weird for the last two weeks, and wasn't that behavior the reason she was standing in his apartment this late? She hesitated for a moment before sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
"I was watching that, it was kinda important."
"Right, you really need a," Kensi looked behind her. "You really need a 3-in-1 garden tiller for your non-existent lawn, and invisible gardens?"
"I could have a lawn in the future, and I'm sure Sam has a lawn, he loves this stuff. Though he probably already has it, I should ask Callen." Deeks stopped talking as his partner leveled her best "you're an idiot" stare at him.
"Fine, I'll turn it off." Deeks pouted as he grabbed the remote. "What can help I help you with? I need to get back to my late night Christmas shopping."
Kensi rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking for help, I'm looking for an explanation."
"Anything specific? Or should I just start explaining the many things you've misunderstood over the years. Do we need to go over touché again?" Deeks knew he was being an ass, but he couldn't help it, it had been a long two weeks.
"Where have you been the last two weeks?" Kensi ignored her partners previous statement.
"Work, home, occasionally a bar, repeat."
"You know what I mean." Kensi was starting to get impatient. "For the last three months I've gotten at least one text message every day that human resources would blush over before they sent you to a year of sensitivity classes. I've been groped, kissed and groped some more in a variety of places and settings, and then." Kensi paused throwing her hands up. "Nothing"
She reached into her pocket and threw two small booklets at him. Deeks used his beer to push one over so he could read both titles.
"Seven secret ways to drive your man crazy, and What to do when the problem is you." Deeks read off the titles.
"Those showed up in my car yesterday."
"Wasn't me." Deeks shrugged and leaned forward pulling two of his own booklets off of the side table where they had been hidden by a magazine, and tossing them on the table toward Kensi.
"Loving the dominant woman, and nine tricks to make her yours forever." Kensi read off with a smirk. "Apparently I require nine tricks, while a guy only gets seven."
"I would claim sexism, but really it could be one way, guys are easy." Deeks shook his head slightly.
"What I want to know is where they got them. These are some of the worst relationship books I've ever read."
"You read yours?" Deeks inclined his head. "Want to practice any of those seven ways?"
"That's the first time you've sounded like yourself in two weeks." Kensi shot back.
"Every time I tried to schedule something that even remotely resembled a date you somehow turned it into a platonic outing."
"No I didn't, you never asked me out."
"Drinks after work at the new club I got us access to, a club nobody could get into?" Deeks began ticking off fingers.
"Nell and Eric really wanted to come, how could I say no?"
"The Indiana Jones film festival I put together." Deeks ticked off another.
"My mom hadn't seen most of them either, and she really likes you for some reason." Kensi shrugged.
Deeks sighed. "Maybe I just got tired of being the one to initiate everything, I mean three months is a long time to have to start everything. I was starting to feel like that creepy coworker that all the sexual harassment videos warn you about."
"Did I ever tell you to stop?" Kensi stood with her hand on her hip. "Did I ever say no? Hit you or threaten other bodily harm?"
"I think I would have remembered, especially if there was a threat of bodily harm."
"Then why did you stop?"
"Because I wanted you to..." Deeks stopped searching for the words.
"Wanted me to what? Participate? As I remember I participated plenty, or did you think Monty gave you those bite marks?"
"No." Deeks shook his head, then smiled at the memory. "No I wanted you to take responsibility for your part in this." He finally spat out. "You let me start everything so you can pretend that this is all me, and you don't have to admit that your part of this, part of us."
The word responsibility sparked something in Kensi's memory, it took a minute to dredge up the conversation she'd had so long ago with their resident psychology expert. "You sound like Nate." Kensi looked at her partner shrewdly. "Why do you sound like Nate?"
"I may or may not have received an email from a concerned party who wishes to remain nameless." Deeks refused to meet her eyes, choosing the couch as a much safer place to confirm her suspicions to.
"Great." Kensi threw her hands in the air. "First your dog and his crazy therapist, then the guys at work, and now Nate. Why is it the only people not discussing our thing are us?"
Deeks looked at his partner suddenly.
"Don't" She warned.
"Our thing." He drawled, "so you admit we have a thing, a thing that you take half the responsibility for?
"I should hit you."
"We can get into the S & M stuff later, why don't we try straight vanilla first." The fact that his partner had come here was a good sign in his mind and he decided to press the issue.
"You suck, you know that."
"Not me darling, though I'm dying to know if you do." Deeks wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Kensi's eyes widened and for a minute Deeks worried that he had pushed to far.
"It's kind of warm in here." Kensi commented. The abrupt shift was a little disconcerting to her partner.
"I could open a window if you want?" Deeks started to get up when Kensi shook her head and pushed him back down onto the couch gently.
"Okay." He drew out the word to the point where it was almost a question.
"No, don't worry about it, I'll just take this off." Kensi motioned to her hoodie pulling it over her head to reveal a very feminine dress with a sweetheart neckline. Not her usual style.
Deeks settled back into the couch thinking that she had forgiven him for his earlier comment as his partner walked around the back of it. "I think I'll get that beer now, you need another one?" She asked as she passed.
"No thanks, I'm good, you want me to put on one of your shows? You're taking up a lot of my DVR space. "
"You could always go back to your infomercial Christmas shopping." Kensi's voice was a bit muffled as it came from the kitchen.
"Right, I still have to find your present. What about that thing that makes the bump in your hair? I got it! Space bag organizers, we can finally tame the hoard in your apartment toge..." Deeks jaw dropped open as his partner came out of the kitchen in a bra and panty set similar to what she had worn as Charlotte St. John.
His eyes widened further as he realized she was sucking gently on a piece of ice and he swallowed.
"Or umm, we could turn off the tv if you had something...uh...else in mind."
"Don't let me stop you, it really is hot in here don't you think?" Kensi nodded at his shirt.
"Right." Deeks responded, sitting up straight on the couch, before pausing for a second and looking around. "Monty, kennel boy!" Looking back at Kensi, he put a bit more urgency in his voice. "Kennel now!" Monty finally seemed to get the clue and sauntered off down the hallway toward the kennel he slept in.
Deeks turned back to Kensi who had her eyebrow raised in a question.
"He's neutered, no sense in rubbing his nose in it." Deeks explained with a shrug. "Where were we?"
"Shirt."
"Right, too hot in here." Deeks was a bit flustered by the mostly naked woman standing in front of him as he stripped off his shirt and threw it behind him. He was proud of the fact that he resisted the urge to pinch himself. Deeks settled back onto the couch and turned to look at his partner, about to ask what else she had in mind when she walked toward him and straddled him.
"So this is happening."
"You talk too much." Kensi shushed him with a finger against his lips, he watched her as she sucked one last time on the ice cube before running it gently down his chest circling his nipple.
Deeks inhaled sharply, partly from the cold and partly in disbelief that this was happening at all.
"Too cold? Poor baby." Kensi leaned forward flicking her tongue lightly across his nipple before sucking it in and biting gently.
When she turned her attention to his other nipple Deeks starting reciting surf reports in his head. It had been a long and painful three months.
Kensi came up for air pushing herself tightly against the bulge that was growing in her partner's lap. She briefly considered answering his question from earlier with a demonstration, but it had been a long time for her and the last three months had been close to torture.
Pressing her chest against his, she inched her way done his body, until she was on the floor on her knees. Looking into Deeks eyes she tugged on his belt, then his button and zipper before tugging his jeans down to his knees. She raised her eyebrow at her partner.
"Isn't commando a bit cliche?"
Deeks shrugged. "I was a little warm after my shower," he finished as his partner climbed back up his body to her previous position, making sure to press as much of herself against him as possible.
When they were face to face again she reached down between them. Deeks was about to remind her that she was still wearing too many clothes when she deftly seated herself on him, sliding all the way down, both letting a moan escape.
She answered his question, before he could ask, leaning forward her hands on his shoulders fingers absently playing with his hair. "Crotchless, suggestion number 4." She whispered in his ear.
Deeks almost lost it, but managed to hold himself in check. "I owe Sam a really good Christmas present, maybe two of those lawn things, and Callen, I'll get him some of that Monk beer he keeps talking about." Deeks muttered breathlessly as Kensi shifted, using his shoulders to push herself up slowly before coming all the way back down.
"Thinking of the guys at a time like this, I must be doing something wrong." Kensi planted small kisses along her partner jaw.
"Nope, no this, uh this is all kinds of right. It's just been a while and I'd uh like it to stay right for a bit longer if you don't mind." Deeks grabbed her hips forcing her to slow down.
When she sighed with impatience he laughed and reached up to slide first one and then the other bra strap down her shoulder. He nudged each cup down slowly teasing her until each breast was free. He'd dreamed about her breasts even though he'd only seen the one, they were a perfect set. He cupped them gently running his thumbs back and forth across her nipples while she watched in silence.
Kensi threw her head back at the jolt of pleasure that ran through her as her partner's teeth gently grazed her nipple, followed by his tongue as he alternated between sucking and biting. He switched sides, driving her close the the edge.
Deeks was enjoying himself, but knew he was getting close and wanted to make sure Kensi got what she came for. He smiled to himself thinking of that pun. Lacing his hands in her thick hair he brought her to him for their first kiss of the night, as his tongue swept into her mouth, he surged forward with his hips deepening the thrust she had already started, establishing a quick rhythm between his tongue and his hips, he kept it up, holding on until he felt her shudder against him. Only then did he let go collapsing against her and vowing silently to himself to keep this couch forever.
Later with Kensi resting on his chest as they watched more infomercials in the search for the perfect present for Sam, Deeks finally managed to remember the question he'd wanted to ask.
"Kens?"
"Yeah?" Kensi shifted slightly to look up at him.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Ugh, can I say no, I don't really want to psycho analyze this right now, I don't know what our thing is, or where it's going. I just want to enjoy it. Okay?"
"Okay, that works, but that's not what I wanted to ask." Deeks replied.
"Oh, then what?"
"What were you going to do if I didn't have any ice?"
Sorry this too so long to update. I was out of state for a wedding for almost a week. Getting on the plane I was excited for the 2 hour time change thinking I would have more time to write once the kids fell asleep, once I got to cA though I was falling asleep at 9 with the kids : (
Thanks again for reading!
