"I've changed my mind." Macy appeared in the corner of the room, in her normal, but highly disconcerting, way. "I like this woman. I like the way she things. I just don't like the way she run her hands over my man, that's all."
"Let me get this right, Louise." They had drunk rather a lot over the course of the evening, after all. "You are telling me to go back out there and seduce your brother?" Actually, now she said it outloud, Kensi was beginning to think it wasn't such a bad idea. The more she thought about it, the better it sounded.
"Why not?"
"Supposing he says 'no'?"
"Supposing he doesn't? This is Marty, after all." Louise propped herself up on her elbows. "Kensi – are you blind or just plain dumb? What more does he have to do – hire the big screen at the Staples Centre or something?"
"It's that obvious?"
"Believe me, it's that obvious." And Louise was not just talking about her brother. She had a shrewd suspicion Kensi wasn't either.
"We do kind of have a 'thing'," Kensi admitted.
"Which roughly translates as unrequited lust." Macy kicked Kensi in the shin. Really, you wouldn't think a dead woman could kick like a mule, but she could. "Go out there and do your thing. But put on something less off-putting first. The only reason Deeks would want to tear your clothes off right now if because they make him nauseous."
Louise looked singularly smug, which only increased her resemblance to her brother. "So what are you waiting for? You show him what he's been missing. But you might want to change first."
"I actually kind of like these PJs," Kensi confessed. They did seem to be playing rather a prominent role in her life. However, given how good Deeks was looking right now, maybe she ought to even up the score a little? Just to make sure he didn't turn her down.
Deeks had poured himself a large glass of wine and was standing draped over his balcony railing, staring out towards the ocean, when he felt something caressing his butt. It took a couple of seconds for him to remember that he'd put his cell phone onto vibrate, and quite a bit longer to manage to extricate it from the tight denim. The screen display showed he'd got a text message.
Are you in bed?
Jeez, didn't Callen know when to let well enough alone? Deeks stared at the screen in disbelief, which changed to incredulity when he realised exactly who had texted him. Hetty? What was it with tonight and all the team wanting to get him in to bed? He'd better play this one very carefully.
Why do u ask?
You do know what they say about great athletes, don't you, Mr Deeks?
Who else but Hetty would use perfect grammar and punctuation in a text?
They get gr8 wages? Deeks couldn't help smiling at that response.Well, it was worth a shot, wasn't it?
Cheeky. Save yourself. There will be a time and a place – after New Year. I do hope I make myself clear.
Loud + clear.
"Bugger you, Hetty Lang."
Deeks was very tempted to throw his cell out of the window, only that would be deducted from his miniscule wages. Wasn't it enough that Hetty had made him impersonate an Aryan thug; subjected him to a week of dance lessons; bleached his hair and then removed most of his body hair? And then made him go out on a 'date' with Callen? Hadn't he suffered enough? And now she had to harass him on the few hours of down time he managed to grab. Where did she get off, telling him not to have sex tonight? Not that there was any chance of that. Trust Hetty to have to remind him what a disaster his love life was.
He knocked back the wine and was just about to refill his glass, when there was a familiar sensation, almost patting his ass this time. That bloody woman.
"Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Sorry." Kensi hastily removed her hand. The sight of those tight buns had just been too much to resist.
"I didn't mean you." Deeks whirled around and saw Kensi standing behind him. "I thought you were Hetty."
Kensi decided this was not the time or the place to ask exactly why he thought that. It seemed unlikely that Deeks could physically confuse the two of them, for although they both had dark brown hair, the slight difference in both height and age made that kind of improbable. And it was even more improbably that Deeks would invite Hetty over for a midnight chat. Mind you, anything was possible, as far as Deeks was concerned. You just never knew what he was going to do or say, and that was kind of exciting.
"You said wanted a hand with your boots?" she said sweetly.
Thank the Lord. Deeks had been starting to think that he might have to sleep in them. "They're kind of tight."
"Really?" Kensi's eyes were most definitely not looking at his boots. In fact, her eyes were fixed on a point about three feet higher. "Pinching you in all the wrong places, are they? Well, we'd better do something about that. In fact, I'd say we'd better get them off as soon as possible."
"Okay." Deeks looked rather shell-shocked as he said this, and Kensi felt an agreeable feeling of power ripple through her. It was about time she took the upper hand in this… thing. Deeks wasn't the only one who could make sexual innuendos after all.
"Go sit down." She pointed imperiously to the couch and he obeyed without saying a word, which was definitely not like Deeks at all. Oh, the power, the power. A girl could get used to this. Kensi found that she was really beginning to enjoy herself now.
"Okay – give me your foot." She crooked her little finger.
Wordlessly, Deeks meekly extended one leg and then took a deep breath as Kensi turned around and put his foot between her thighs.
"Hold on now."
Oh, he was holding on, alright. Deeks was holding on to the edges of his sanity. The sight of Kensi's delicious ass, just inches from his face, wriggling temptingly as she eased his boot off, was almost more than he could take. It was like a ripe peach – if peaches wore tight jeans. All he would have to do was just bend forward a little bit and he could take a bite of the sweetest ass in LA… And how come she was wearing jeans all of a sudden?
"There! That's better, isn't it?" Kensi turned around with a bright smile and Deeks couldn't help noticing that she was wearing a very low cut blouse as well. Which was strange, because he could have sworn she'd been wearing PJs earlier on. The most peculiar PJs too, more like something Nell would have. Not that he thought of Nell in a state of undress. Not that often.
"Oh yes. That's much better," he agreed.
"How about we do that all over again?" Kensi turned around again and bent over slightly.
"That works for me." After all, people paid good money for this sort of view. When the second boot finally came off, after much wiggling and clenching of his leg between thighs that were even firmer and tauter than Deeks had dreamt of, he exhaled loudly.
"That's better, isn't it?"
Not really, because now he was aching in other places. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. How are your feet?"
"Kind of sore."
"How about I take care of that?"
Deeks didn't have the opportunity to say anything, which was probably just as well, because the next thing he knew, Kensi was sitting on the opposite end of the couch and she'd swung his feet up into her lap.
"There's nothing like a good massage, is there?"
Well, that depended. Like who was giving said massage and exactly where they were massaging. But this was actually pretty damned good, Deeks realised and started to relax. Only it wasn't easy, given that his right foot was resting right up against Kensi's crotch and her hands were doing the most incredible things to his left. Why had he never realised that feet could be erogenous zones before?
"This is pretty great." He looked up and smiled. "You're pretty great."
"You're not so bad yourself, Deeks." She put down his foot, so that it lay in her lap. "About last night…"
"We kissed." Deeks sat up and edged forward just a little bit.
"We did, didn't we?" Kensi could feel a smile tugging at her lips. "And I can't stop thinking about it."
"We could kiss again – only I wouldn't want to hurt you."
That had been some punch she'd taken in the face after all, even if there was almost no damage to be seen now, other than slightly puffy lips, that just made her look even more inviting than normal. And Deeks knew exactly how inviting Kensi's lips were, having spent hours staring at them and imagining how they would feel when he kissed them. And now he finally knew. That was the kicker – because kissing Kensi was so much better than any dream or even fantasy.
"How about you kiss me better?"
"I could do that." Deeks leant forward, so that their faces were almost touching. "I could kiss you better." It was the softest, most gentle kiss imaginable, like butterfly wings flitting across her lips.
"That's a good start." Kensi scooted forward so that they were only inches apart, and their legs wrapped around one another instinctively, drawing them together; linking them together. She reached out and ran her hand down the side of his face. "I could get used to this."
"The clean shaven look?" If it meant that much to her, Deeks would shave every morning. Well, make that every second morning.
"No – just being close to you." She was so tired of pretending and so very tired of being alone. Why had she pushed him away for so long?
"Me too." Deeks ran his hand slowly down her back and watched as Kensi responded to his touch, arching her back, tilting her head and half closing her eyes like some exotic cat. The movement left her neck exposed and he darted a series of kisses, starting at the edge of her jaw and continuing down to her collar bone.
"Don't stop." Kensi found that she was clinging on to him, and that her legs were wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even closer.
"Stop? I haven't started yet." Deeks loved the feeling of her arms around him, loved the way her hair fell forward when they moved together, loved the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround her. He kissed her again, and this time it was neither soft nor gentle.
Kensi responded with a ferocity that stunned him, increasing the pressure of the kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth with a flickering fire that seemed to ignite his senses into an inferno. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt and caressed the smooth skin of his back, edging down each individual vertebrae and then could not repress the groan of pleasure burst forward at the sheer joy of the moment.
"Did I hurt you?" Deeks jerked back, took her face between both of his hands and looked at her carefully.
"Hurt me? No, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine. And so are you." Kensi cupped his chin and kissed him again, just because she could and then let her fingers tangle in his hair. "And you really do look good blond."
"I always was blond," he protested. "I'm naturally blond."
"Pity you can't prove it anymore."
"You want a bet?" There was a light in his eyes that was awfully familiar. It usually meant trouble – only this time, Kensi was going to be leading him right there. She would be with him every inch of the way.
"But Hetty said… I mean, she was most insistent." Kensi looked at him carefully. "She told Melanie to give you both a full body wax. And she meant FULL."
"I can be very persuasive. Very, very persuasive."
"You mean… Really?" Surely this was Deeks spinning her a tale?
"Really." Did Kensi honestly think he was going to let some teen make him look like a prepubescent kid all over again?
Kensi had the sneaking suspicion that Deeks was telling her the truth, but she was going to have to find out for herself. "Callen is going to be so mad with you."
"Is it my problem if Callen's dumb enough to always do what Hetty says?" Deeks could feel Kensi's hand trying to slip inside the waistband of his jeans. "No way."
"This is not the time to get coy with me." Not when her blood was running high like this.
Deeks gave a start. "No, I just meant that these jeans are too tight. That's all."
Sure enough, she could barely even get her finger tips inside. There was only one thing for it then. Kensi reached out and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. "Reach for the sky." Once it was off, she tossed it over the back of the couch and then surveyed his bare chest and equally smooth armpits. "That's pretty conclusive."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." There it was, that big grin was back on Deeks' face, like he thought she was about to rip off all his clothes. And guess what? Kensi was about to prove him right.
"Oh, I do hope so." It was easy to uncurl her legs, and then push Deeks back, so that he was lying flat out on the sofa, as she knelt over him. "I really do hope so. Because if I find out you've been boasting…" I'm going to be so frustrated it's not true.
"Are you seducing me, Ms Blye?" he asked. "Because Hetty is going to be so mad with you. I don't fancy your chances if she finds out."
"I'm not going to say a word." Reaching down, Kensi unfastened the snap of his jeans and let her hand linger on the zipper. "And I'm not seducing you. I'm ravishing you."
"Be gentle with me." He batted those eyelashes at her and Kensi just had to kiss him again.
"Not a chance."
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