Prompt:- Deeks asks Kensi to go with him to a friend's wedding.
"Please?"
"No," Kensi replied, not even looking up from the paperwork before her.
"Pretty please."
"No."
There was a brief pause. "Pretty please with sugar on top?"
Kensi sighed, looking around the deserted bullpen, and most definitely not look at her partner. Just one look at those blue eyes, which were more than likely in a puppy-dog pout right now, and she'd cave. "No means no, Deeks."
Deeks scoffed."Fine. That's totally fair then."
Finally putting down the paper, Kensi glanced over at him. He seemed engrossed in his open laptop, but his jawline was set in annoyance. "What is?" she asked.
Deeks shook his head, pursing his lips in that insufferably way of his, when he clearly wanted to say something but was too much of a chicken to actually say it.
"Spit it out, Deeks," she demanded.
"Fine," he said, finally looking up at her. "You wanted a date for a friend's wedding, and I did that. For you. And you know why? Cause you're my partner. And my friend."
Kensi's eyes widened. He is not going there, is he? The nerve of the man! "Yeah, and that went swimmingly, didn't it?" she said, voice hot.
"I don't know what you're…" he began, but Kensi cut him off, her anger rising.
"You told everyone you were a male escort!"
"A high end male escort," he protested.
"You're unbelievable."
A small smile cracked the corners of Deeks mouth, and his eyes sparkled in that made his face shine. "Not as, uh, not as unbelievable as you still telling people you're an art curator. Besides, you know, the first time I said it, it was a joke; it's not my fault you started babbling whenever anyone asked you who I was."
"I was not babbling," she exclaimed, her voice rising.
His face finally split into a huge wolfen grin. "Come on, Kens, you're supposed to be, ya know, good at this lying stuff. Why didn't you tell people that I was a lawyer? Or a cop? Both of which are true."
Kensi snorted. "Really? Have you seen yourself in a mirror recently? You look exactly like none of those things."
"Please, you love the way I look."
Despite herself, Kensi found a grin forcing its way onto her face. "Shut up," she told him.
"Nice comeback," he replied. He locked his eyes on hers for a moment, and Kensi felt the air between them thicken with the charge of an electrical storm. Deeks licked his lips, and Kensi forced herself through sheer willpower not to stare at them. Then, he coughed, and the spell was broken. "Besides," he continued, "you totally owe me. I did that for you, and now I need a date for a wedding. You can't weasel you're way out of this."
"Fine," she cried, throwing her hands up into the air.
"Really?" he said, blinking in surprise.
"I said fine, didn't I? But I gotta say, I'm shocked you aren't going stag. I never thought you'd pass up an opportunity to hit on bridesmaids."
Deeks looked away, scratching the hair at the back of his head. If Kensi didn't know better, she'd swear he was blushing. "Well… I dunno. I guess I just enjoyed your company so much last time."
Kensi smiled. "It was kinda fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Plus, you looked smoking hot in that dress."
If he'd had leered when he said that, if there had been a trace of lechery in his voice, Kensi would have thrown her pen at him. As it was, she struggled instead to keep the flush from her own cheeks.
"What?" he said, clearly put off balance by her lack of reaction.
Kensi sucked her lips into mouth, looking up again and meeting his cool blue eyes. As if my magic, the charges slammed back into the spaces between them, the air hanging thick and heavy, and making her skin hum. "Well," she ventured, voice shaking a little. "I guess you clean up well too."
"Ahem," coughed Deeks, breaking the eye contact and blushing again. "So… well… uhm…"
"Yeah," she said, feeling her heart racing in her chest. Her limbs quivered as she pushed herself to her feet. "I have to… I need to… I need to go punch a bag for a few minutes."
"Okay."
They caught eyes again, and she smiled. "Okay," she said. "It's a date."
Then, she turned, and headed towards the gym before her legs gave way.