A/N: The last part! A very huge and heartfelt thank you to everyone who read, commented, favorited and/or alerted! Thank you once again to MioneAlterEgo for betaing for me and urging me on. And SunnyCitrus10 gets the prize for calling this last chapter's subject. It's perhaps a little predictable but I don't think it will disappoint in the end :) On your way out if you happen to leave a review, I'd be curious to know which chapter was your favorite. Just a little informal poll I decided to do. Thanks for reading! Now: Lacy Bra.

I wasn't quite sure what to think when I came across the very lacy, very purple bra in Kensi's laundry. It was the last weekend of doing her laundry and up until that point she'd been militantly disciplined about keeping her unmentionables from the dirty clothes she gave me to clean.

But the bra wasn't hidden inside a shirt, bunched up with a pair of pants or somehow mistakenly mixed in with the rest of her clothing. In fact, its placement near the top of the pile suggested to me that Kensi had purposefully added it to the bag.

I gingerly picked it up by the right shoulder strap, completely confused by what this scrap of lace and sheer fabric meant. The color was a rich purple that I could easily imagine contrasting beautifully against her tanned skin. And I rubbed the strap between my fingers, picturing her dark hair spilling over her shoulders where the strap would normally be.

Despite the color and lace, it was a pretty functional bra. I'd been pretty sure that Kensi didn't need any added padding or enhancement to her lingerie and seeing this garment up close confirmed that. And I couldn't help it, I checked the tag for the measurements. It's a little piece of information that I certainly don't need but I filed it away in my memory all the same.

I ran a finger along the lacy edge and considered that while I might never get to see Kensi in this piece of clothing, getting to feel it and imagine her in it is a close, albeit ultimately unsatisfying, replacement. I had a brief moment of panic when I realized I had no clue how to wash a woman's bra but some quick Googling solved that problem.

Upon returning her bag of freshly cleaned laundry, purple lacy bra included, I couldn't help but mention casually that she might have left something in the bag that she hadn't intended to. Kensi's firm answer that everything in the bag had been meant for washing confused me almost as much as her slight smirk until Hetty called us over to wardrobe to get dressed up for an undercover operation.

I don't mind getting dressed up in a tux every once in awhile. Especially if it means I get to have Kensi on my arm looking stunning in that effortlessly graceful way of hers. For this undercover we're a couple on a date, trailing our suspect at a charity benefit. When he moved off from the crowd to complete a drop down a secluded hallway we had to find a shadowy corner to hide in a hurry.

Considering how often we've done the couple routine it's kind of surprising that we haven't kissed. Probably if there were fewer feelings there it would have happened a long time ago and neither of us would be fazed by the possibility. But enough time has passed and there are enough feelings between us that the possibility of kissing, even for an undercover operation, is like a loaded gun during a game of Russian Roulette-full of chance and the potential to be explosive and lead to either a lot of relief or a lot of hurt.

So I was a little surprised when Kensi pulled me close in the dark, her back hitting the wall behind her and bringing me hard up against her body. Her hands at my neck were firm and held me close but it was her lips, warm against my throat, that really had my pulse jumping.

The undercover assignment was a forgotten memory when her lips moved up my neck, grazing my Adam's apple, the line of my jaw, and finally settled at the corner of my mouth. I couldn't hold back my response any longer and I turned my head slightly to press my lips against hers.

After that it was a flurry of bruising kisses, deep breaths, and her sigh in my ear that only made me crazy in my need to get closer. But it was as I kissed a path down her neck to her shoulder and tugged the strap of her gown aside that I recognized the stretchy purple fabric of the bra she was wearing.

I lifted my head and quirked an eyebrow up. "Is this some kind of signal?"

Kensi's low and breathless growl and her firm grip around my waist clued me in. "I thought you would have been smart enough to figure that out doing my laundry last weekend."

I laughed then, shaking my head in disbelief at my luck as Kensi pulled me back towards her. Her lips were warm and her breath hot as she leaned in closer once again. Using strength of resistance I didn't even know I possessed, I pulled back a breath, and fixed Kensi with a suspicious gaze.

"You're not just using me for my laundry skills, are you?"

Kensi's laughter was unbidden and unforced. And as her hand stroked the side of my face she pressed her cheek to mine, her lips right by my ear.

"No, not just your laundry skills."

I grinned then, pulling back to meet her eyes before I leaned in again to kiss her.

It's funny what you can learn doing a woman's laundry for a month.

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