prompt from Anonymous on tumblr - Densi wedding night

"That was awesome," Deeks says with a satisfied huff as he flops down on the oversized bed.

"You said that already. At least five times," Kensi's voice is muffled by the pillow her face is buried in. She doesn't remember the last time she felt so worn out – and that's saying something given their line of work.

He chuckles and turns onto his side, running his hand up and down her arm stretched out beside him, "Well, it was. I'd go as far as to say it was perfect." He scoots closer to her and presses a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder, "And you looked beautiful, Mrs. Deeks."

She lifts her head and turns to face him then, he's called her that at least five times too, like he can't get enough of it. She reaches out and pulls herself closer to him, tucking her head underneath his chin and smiles to herself.

Mrs. Deeks

She can't get enough of it either.

She was his wife. He was her husband. They got married.

Especially for a day that, for so long, had never really seemed to be in either of their futures, it was perfect. A small, quiet ceremony on the beach followed by a small, not-so-quiet reception with dinner, dancing, and cake. Then there was the after-party that found them at one of their favorite local bars, still dressed to the nines.

And now, hours later, here they are in their posh, fully-appointed hotel room. They're lying together amongst the fluffy comforter and countless pillows, his hands lazily tracing patterns on her arms and upper back, her lips leaving a few soft kisses to the space above his heart.

Perfect.

Except…

"Shouldn't we be having sex?" Deeks voices the very question that had just run through her mind.

Kensi groans. Who knew getting married was so exhausting?

"I'm just so…tired," she can't even summon the strength to sound sorry about it as she nestles further into his arms and rubs his back through the white button-down shirt he's still wearing.

She feels his body shake with laughter, "Oh thank God."

Tilting her head back to look at him, Kensi laughs too, "Sleep now?" she asks with a yawn.

"Sleep now," Deeks agrees with a nod and a yawn of his own, "Married sex in the morning."

"Sounds perfect," she yawns again, her eyes already shut and her voice barely above a whisper.

Kissing her forehead, Deeks closes his eyes to let sleep claim him.

"Goodnight, Wifey."

"'Night, Hubby."