(Chapter 10: The Turn)
A/N: Set the next evening (presumably), and after 6x04 ("The Third Choir").
To me, this episode provided the most proof (in the form of dialogue) that these two were getting down and dirty off screen. Seriously. Go back and watch it. And while I think I've established pretty well what exactly I think they'd gotten up to, a chapter tagged to this episode seemed necessary to pay homage to this theory.
Rating: {{witty_comment_about_rating_still_being_M}}
"Also, way to have zero chill this morning," Deeks chastised his partner as they walked through the front door of his apartment.
"What are you talking about now?" Kensi responded, exasperated at her shaggy haired companion's incessant babbling. She ditched her work bag on his couch, and headed straight for Deeks' kitchen to rummage around in his fridge.
Deeks had joined her in the kitchen and was leaning back against his counter cockily. "'We, uh, carpooled… he wears underwear, I think… We're just partners,'" he mimicked her in an unflatteringly high voice, repeating her words from that morning at work.
"I sound nothing like that," she responded in an aggrieved tone, slamming the fridge shut having not found anything worth pilfering.
Deeks chuckled at her lightly and countered, "It was a flawless impersonation, and you are going to get us caught."
"Me?" she questioned, incredulously.
"How are you so impossibly bad at this?" he replied, smiling broadly and laughing at her "We work undercover for a living!"
"You weren't so suave yourself, Magic Marty," she countered.
"Exactly that! You distracted me by talking about strippers… again!" he accused.
Shaking her head at him, she stepped into his space and prodded at his chest. "At least I'm not the one who then told the assistant director of NCIS about my underwear."
"No, you just elaborated on my undergarment habits," he responded indignantly. Flicking the errant strands of hair from his brow, he continued, "And tripped all over yourself when you tried to backpedal."
"Whatever," she conceded. "I didn't see you keeping your cool around Granger."
"I did too!" he argued.
"What? No! When?" she cried, skeptically.
"Later," Deeks elaborated through a lopsided grin, shrugging as he did so. "When he asked us in the boat shed if we had anything better to do. I lied and shook my head." The bickering partners had moved to within inches of each other. Both with salacious grins on their faces.
"Ha! And what were you going to say?" she inquired, cocking her head to the side.
Wasting no time, Deeks responded, "I was going to do… this."
He reached for her hips and pulled her to him, his butt still pressed into the edge of the countertop. He guided her hips into his, and Kensi's hands went automatically to cup his face and bring his lips to hers.
Her breath mingled with his for a moment before it caught in her lungs. The feeling of his body conforming to hers, his hands on her hips, his scruff against her palms, and his tongue in her mouth made her insides flutter.
She pulled away from him and ran her hands down his chest, massaging at the hard muscles beneath his shirt. His lips were flush with color from her kiss, and he pulled them back over his teeth in a cocky grin.
"Is that all you were going to do?" she asked him in a low voice.
"Well, I think that would have gotten the point across, and for sure given the game away," he replied, reaching again for her lips with his.
"You wouldn't want to do something more? Something to uh… nail it home?" she said, unable to contain her gleeful chortle.
"That was bad. Terrible really. You should feel ashamed of that one," Deeks said though his own attempt to stifle laughter.
"And yet," she responded, hooking her long fingers under the waistband of his jeans and smiling when his nostrils flared at her touch, "It felt so good."
She knelt in front of him and fiddled with the buckle and button on the front of his pants. Deeks braced his hands on the edge of the counter when she freed his cock from his jeans and boxers.
"Good. Yeah, no," he stumbled though his words, his breath stuck in his lungs. "So good."
"So you did remember to put underwear on," she remarked at his boxers, smiling at the stupefying effect she had on him.
"Ha," he laughed sharply between breaths. "You were there when I put them on."
She grinned and tugged at him a few times, feeling him stiffen noticeably in her hand. Holding his dick up against his own stomach, Kensi teased the underside of his length from his base to the head with just the tip of her tongue. Deeks whined and reached out after her in dismay when she then abruptly rose and walked away from him. His momentary disappointment subsided when he saw she had retrieved the soft kitchen mat near his sink. With appropriate padding for her knees, Kensi returned to her task.
Using only her mouth to stroke and pull on him, she placed her hands on his hips, and slowly dragged them down his thighs, pushing his pants further down as she went. Deeks groaned through a heavy gulp and visibly restrained himself from thrusting forward as Kensi took him deeper.
Her hands ran back up his bare legs and pushed under his shirt, massaging at the tight muscles of his abdomen. Deeks took the hint and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it waywardly in the direction of his living room. She brought her hands back down to grasp his length and released him from her mouth. Breathing freely and looking up at Deeks' appreciative face, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock.
Deeks reached down for her elbows and hauled her back to her feet. He pulled her to him and covered her lips hungrily with his before slipping his hands beneath her butt and picking her up. Kensi clung to his waist with her thighs and held on to his shoulders as he pivoted them around and set her down on the counter; reversing their positions.
She was biting her lip and leaning forward as she gazed at Deeks with anticipation. He struggled with her belt buckle because he couldn't tear his transfixed eyes away from hers to see what his hands were doing. Finally he managed to get it undone, and Kensi lifted herself off of the counter to help him remove her pants and underwear completely.
"Tsss! Cold!" she exclaimed when her bare ass hit the granite.
"Move to the bedroom?" Deeks asked, as his warm hands caressed her thighs and butt.
"No, no!" she replied quickly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to keep him in place. In truth, Kensi felt that they needed a quick fuck in a less intimate setting. Last night had been passionate and sweet; and exactly what she wanted at the time. But it had also reminded her of the longing she felt for her partner to be more than a lover; more than something casual… or whatever they were.
She added, "Right here. Now."
"Here in my kitchen?" he whispered huskily against her ear, nipping at her lobe. "In my clean kitchen?"
"My bare ass is already on your counter," she reminded him, reaching down to stroke at his erection impatiently. "So we may as well."
Unable to argue with that logic, Deeks leaned forward and groaned into another kiss. Steadying himself on his elbows, he dropped his mouth to her covered breasts, peppering kisses on her neck and chest along the way.
Kensi arched into his touch, shifting her weight off of her hands so she could remove her shirt. Deeks assisted her with her efforts, then immediately reached around to the clasp of her bra. Once the straps of her bra hung loose, she allowed him to pull it off of her and toss it away with the rest of their discarded clothing.
Deeks stood back; both to admire her naked form, and to step out of and kick aside his pants that were still bunched around his ankles. Kensi watched his gaze drift over her body hungrily, and shifted her weight to one arm so she could run the fingers on her free hand through his hair as he knelt before her.
He snaked each arm beneath both of her legs, forcing Kensi to lean back on her elbows as he propped her thighs up on his shoulders. He kissed along the inside of her left leg, inching closer and closer to her center. But he passed her over, just barely tickling the sensitive skin with his lips and his scruff. He repeated the process on her right leg, smirking against her skin as Kensi sighed with frustration. Then finally, blissfully, he made contact.
His tongue delved between her folds, dancing over her already worked up bundle of nerves. Kensi whimpered at the intense feeling, and dug her heels into his back. Deeks strained to hold her legs down as she squirmed against his insatiable ministrations.
For a few blissful minutes, Deeks made use of his entire tongue to explore the moist, pink flesh between Kensi's legs. The heat she felt at his touch had started as a soft hum, but had built in a crescendo to a full blown cacophony. Deeks had slipped a single finger inside her just as her climax crashed over her. Curling it rhythmically inside her, he helped draw out the sensations she was feeling for almost a minute.
When she had finally settled, Deeks rose and stood up properly between her legs. Still very sensitive, Kensi winced when he rubbed the head of his rock hard erection against her throbbing clit.
Deeks leaned forward to kiss her languidly, resting his weight on his free hand. His lips still occupied with hers, he nestled his cock in the right place, and pushed inside of her slowly.
"Fuck, Kens!" he moaned into her mouth as he slid in to the hilt.
Kensi only moaned in response, her eyes shut tight at the feeling of being filled completely. She opened them again to find that Deeks' blue eyes, darkened with desire, were boring straight into hers.
He began to move with long strokes. Kensi was in such a position that she was able to do little to match his movements beyond wrapping her legs encouragingly around his waist. She simultaneously disliked not being in control, yet loved the anticipation and the surprise bursts of pleasure brought by each of his movements.
Deeks pulled back from her slightly and shifted her body as close to the edge of the counter as she could be without falling off. With more room to work, he began to slam into her with speed. Restraint showed on his face, and Kensi bit her own lip, unable to lean forward enough to reach his.
She began to shift her weight to one arm so she could put her other hand to use, but Deeks beat her to it. With one hand he held her thigh steady as he pounded into her, the other he moved between them. Digging his fingers into her inner thigh, he rubbed his thumb at her clit in time with each of his hurried strokes. With his additional attentions, it wasn't long before Kensi threw her head back in ecstasy, causing a loud thud as it collided with the cabinet behind her.
"Kens?" Deeks managed through his strained breaths.
"Don't stop!" she cried to him before his movements could slow.
The powerful fluttering of her inner muscles masked both the pain in her head and the sensations of his own release deep within her. But it was obvious that Deeks had come when he growled her name and leaned forward to gently bite at the base of her neck.
Kensi brought her hands up to wrap around his shoulders as she came down from her high, and Deeks did the same with her waist. Still coupled, they held each other close for a minute or two, their foreheads leaned together while their breathing slowed. Soon though, Kensi was reminded of the cool polished stone against her heated skin, and gently pushed at his hips until he pulled back enough to let them separate.
Stretching her slightly achy muscles as she stood, Kensi reached up to fidget with her hair. Deeks took one last chance to run his hand up the side of her torso to her still bare breasts, earning a shiver from her and a smile in response.
"I'm going to go take a shower," she informed him, running her fingers along the breadth of his chest.
"Hold on! I need to clean up the kitchen," Deeks said, stepping away to slide the floor mat back in place, and seeking out his stash of cleaning supplies beneath the sink.
"Come on, Deeks!" Kensi called from the hallway, smiling back at him before disappearing into the bathroom. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
Settling on a tube of disinfecting wipes, Deeks rapidly wiped down the counter where they had been. Hastily throwing the wipe at the trash and missing, he followed after her and answered, "I do. I really do."
A/N: This one honestly did very little to advance the "plot." But damn, was it fun to write. Chapter 9 forthcoming.
PS: I just realized that (assuming I finish everything I have planned), we're already (or only, if you're a pessimist) just beyond the half way point. Crazy how time flies.