Jacket

Some days go by a lot faster than others.

For him, the days in which they sit on their desks filling out paperwork are the most boring ones. It sounds awful to say he prefers the days in which someone gets killed but at least that gives them something to do.

Yeah, it does sound terrible. But, regardless of that, this is anything but a boring day.

A man who had access to classified information was killed and it's their job to make sure that the man who killed him doesn't get to see said information. It's the kind of things that can be very bad when in the wrong hands and they need to make sure something like that doesn't happen.

Callen dictates the orders, as usual, and they follow them. "Sam and I will go talk to the victim's wife. Deeks, you and Kensi go to the park. We need to make sure the meeting doesn't occur sooner than what we're expecting."

The minute after the words come out of his mouth, they're all ready to follow his directions.

This is what makes them a good team. They all work well together and can accept orders without questioning too much.

Well, they do plenty of questioning but it's not when Callen is the one who gives the orders. So they start moving.

Deeks is getting ready to leave with Kensi when he notices she's only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and light jeans. He stops her by calling her name and she turns back around.

He doesn't waste any time because they need to get going. "You're going to be cold."

Kensi frowns and looks at him as if he'd suddenly grown and extra-eye on his forehead. "It's warm, today."

Deeks shakes his head and tries to warn her. "It's going to get cold really soon."

But, as usually, Kensi can't simply accept that and do as he says. She has to fight back. "How can you possibly know that?"

He states the obvious because talking to her about this, when they have work to do, seems kind of ridiculous. "Kensi, I've been living here all my life."

She lets out a dry laugh and shakes her head. "Does that mean you can predict the weather?"

He shakes his head and gives up. "Don't believe me, then."

And they both walk out of the building.

Sometimes, she has to learn the hard way and he has the feeling this is going to be one of those times. The waves that morning were pretty clear when it comes to the weather (the sea is a great tool to predict weather). It's going to get really cold really soon.

But, hey, he tried to warn her. What else can a man do?

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The warm weather lasts even less than what he was expecting and after only a few minutes at the park, he looks to his partner and sees goose-bumps on her arms.

But Kensi being Kensi doesn't make a single move.

She remains strong just to avoid having to tell him he was right. If she was any other girl this would probably annoy him but her stubbornness is one of the things that pulls him to her.

He tries to prevent her from getting sick, though. "You're cold."

Kensi doesn't even dare to meet his eyes. She just shrugs and keeps looking ahead of her. "I'm fine."

He can't help the grin that takes over his face at her weak attempt to deny what is so obvious. But he tries again. "It's kind of cold."

She shrugs once again and he has the feeling it must feel good for her to do that because the movement creates some friction between her arms and the car-seat, warming her up very slightly. "I can handle it."

He turns to her but she still refuses to look at him. Or she's frozen. He can't really tell at this point. "I know you can but why can't you admit it?"

Once again her shoulders go up and down and he bites his lip to keep himself from laughing. "It's not that cold…"

He touches her arm and feels just how cold she is. He has the sudden urge to pull her into his arms and warm her up but she would probably punch him for that stunt. "You're freezing. You just don't want to admit that I was right."

And, finally, she turns to him. Even though she's cold, there is fire in her eyes and anger in her voice. "You just want a chance to say 'I told you so'!"

He shakes his head and rubs her arm to try to warm her up, even if they're arguing. "Or I just don't want my partner to freeze to death."

She rolls her eyes and her anger seems to dissipate. "Fine, I'm cold and I should have listened to you. I should have brought a jacket."

Deeks grabs something from the backseat and hands it to her. She takes it when she realizes it's his jacket and puts it on without arguing with him.

"It's a good thing your partner is a very smart person."

She gives him a very light smile and kisses his cheek in what can be described as a very rare gesture before going back to her surveillance. "Thank you, Deeks."

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(I advise people who don't like M-rated content to stop reading right here and skip to the review button. Deeks is going to have some 'alone time'.)

It's only when he gets home after the long day that he realizes he shouldn't have put his jacket one before leaving the headquarters. Her sweet perfume surrounds him and the first thing he does when he enters his house is take it off. He's not sure how much he can handle at this point.

He has no problems admitting that their 'thing' is starting to reach a level that is way too hard to ignore. Her scent is enough to drive him crazy and it doesn't help to have said scent with him even when she's not there.

The jacket is left abandoned on the couch and he goes to the kitchen to grab a beer to try to calm himself down. But the perfume is stills there, in the clothes that were in contact with his jacket (the one she wore all afternoon).

This woman is killing him. He puts the beer down on the counter and takes his shirt off, hoping to get rid of that damn perfume who seems to be turning him on way too much at the moment.

When that doesn't work, he takes a sip of his beer and goes to the bathroom. He washes his face, hoping that will help. Maybe the smell isn't on his clothes but on his nostrils because nothing seems to work.

Or maybe there's really no smell. Maybe the combination of the long day, the image of her wrapped in his jacket and their undeniable sexual tension is simply too much.

Marty takes all his clothes off and steps in the shower. Maybe that will help.

But it doesn't because his very hard member serves as a reminder of what he wants right now. He considers turning the cold water and let it do its thing but decides against it. It's a cold day and he doesn't want to get sick.

So he wraps his hand around his member and closes his eyes, imagining that it's her hand moving up and down, slowly at first and then speeding up. He pictures that she's the one eliciting those groans that escape his lips, imagines that she's the one to give him such pleasure.

It doesn't taking him long to get his release and, when he does, he's disappointed to look around and find himself still alone in the bathroom.

This has got to end. They need to solve their 'thing' because he desperately wants her.

And he has the feeling this is more than lust.

God, this is so much more than lust…

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