Oh, she was liking this assignment, Kensi thought. Finally, a legitimate excuse to do something she'd secretly been longing to, for far longer than she'd like to admit. She ran her hands through Deeks' hair, luxuriating in the sensation of the silky strands as they pulled through her fingers.

They were playing a besotted couple, which let them stand within earshot of their suspect, but with their attention seemingly only on each other. Deeks had her pinned to the wall of the club, her body mostly hidden by his.

He nibbled at her lips, then trailed gentle kisses from her mouth down to her throat. The brush of his stubble against her cheek made her shiver. She tipped her head to the side to give him better access, and pressed closer to him. It was fortunate that she was expected to make some noise, because she was failing to stop the small gasps that broke past her lips.

His thigh was between her legs, and putting pressure right where she needed it. Which was becoming a problem, she was getting far too turned on. His mouth at her neck, up behind her ear, was doing incredible things to her. She'd always been sensitive there, but with him, it was like someone had turned up the voltage to lightning levels, his lips sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through her.

Soon, she was beyond caring that Sam and Callen were somewhere behind them in the dimly lit room, or that everyone back at Ops could hear them. She groaned encouragement, 'Oh god, yes, right there!', and writhed against him. Then he found the tender area where her neck met her shoulder, and gently bit down. 'Ahhh, Marty!'

The bang of a closing door woke her and she jumped, badly startled. She looked up, and saw Deeks carefully setting a steaming cup of coffee down on the room's little table. He glanced her way, and casually asked, 'Nightmares, Kens? You were moaning a little, there.'

Mortified, she snapped at him, 'It'd be nice if you'd knock!'

'I did, you didn't answer. You must have been pretty deep under.'

She'd have liked to put him under just then, about 6 feet deep. Thankful that the oversized T-shirt she was wearing covered her to mid-thigh, she swung out of bed and stalked to the tiny bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

He raised his voice so that she could still hear him, 'Hey, you should be thanking me! I saved you from that awful dream, where you were probably being slowly devoured by...'

'Get out, Deeks!', she yelled.

'Okay, okay! Sheesh, what a grouch. Breakfast in 10, just so you know.'

'C'mon, gimme the keys.' Deeks made a lunge for them.

'No, I'm driving.' Kensi held the car keys out of reach, then passed them to her other hand behind her back. Deeks tried to move around her, but she turned in place, keeping her front to his.

'You drove yesterday, it's my turn.' He got a hand near hers, and she slapped at it.

'Ask me if I care!' He almost got her pinned against the car, but she ducked under his arm and danced away, giving herself some room.

Dean leaned back against the Impala, arms crossed, observing the show. He remarked to Callen, 'You sure they're not married?'

'Come on, snookums…', Deeks wheedled.

'NO, Deeks.' Finally, Kensi grabbed his hand, twisted it under at the wrist, and had him up on his toes, yelping. She perp-walked him around the car to the passenger side door before releasing him.

Deeks shook his abused hand, muttering, 'Okay, geez! It's only my car', but he got in.

Seeing that Kensi was free, Dean said to Callen, 'Hold up a minute,' and walked over to join her. 'Kensi, can you show me that hold you just used? That could come in handy.'

Deeks sat in the passenger seat and glowered at Kensi and Dean. She had one of his big hands cradled in both of hers, showing him the finger placement for the hold she was demonstrating. Oh sure, she manhandled poor Marty, but with Dean she was practically gentle? He didn't like it, not one bit.

Dean had far too much to offer for his peace of mind. There was too much there for Kensi to like: the guy was model-handsome, he drove a car with some serious sex appeal, he could handle himself in a firefight, and he was interested in Kensi for her combat skills. Oh, and he had that whole I-hunt-creatures-of-the-night thing going. And, and, he was pals, with a freakin' angel, if that could be believed! How was a regular guy supposed to compete?

Deeks slid lower in his seat, sulking. At least the guy seemed to be pretty anal about his music, he mused, being all about the classic rock. Kensi would never be able to get away with playing that techno stuff she liked in his car.

Dean strolled back to the Impala, smiling smugly. 'He's glaring holes in my back right now, isn't he?'

Callen hid a grin, 'Yep.'

Getting into the car, Kensi cursed her subconscious for creating the dream whose memory continued to plague her. This was why she worked so hard not to have inappropriate thoughts about her partner, her partner, dammit, the person she had to be able to work with, every day. Because now, with that in her head, ack! She could feel her heart hammering and a blush starting, just because she was sitting next to him. And, her peripheral vision informed her, he was eyeing her askance.

Desperate for something to explain her high color, she looked over to where Dean and Sam were standing facing Callen and Sam, conversing quietly. Kensi let her eyes rest on Dean's butt a moment, then murmured appreciatively, 'What nice men.' To her relief, that did it. Deeks huffed in disgust and looked out the side window. Satisfied, her cheeks cooling, Kensi started the car.