Prompt: Deeks has to touch Kensi's boob. Not established Densi.

Smoke surrounded them, his ears were ringing, and he tasted blood. Rolling over, Deeks coughed and spit out onto the gravel cutting into into his hands. He ran his tongue over his teeth and winced, realizing thankfully he wasn't missing any of his now well-insured teeth and had just bitten his tongue when he landed after the blast. Blinking his eyes, he coughed again and started searching for his partner among the rubble with his hands as the smoke cleared some. Kensi wasn't within arms reach of him, so he started crawling towards the burning building.

"Kensi!" Groaning, he pushed himself up to his knees and then to his feet as he stumbled across the unpaved parking area they were searching when the car bomb went boom. "Kensi!"

Through the smoke, he saw he laying on her back much closer to the now nonexistent Honda. Her eyes were open and she was breathing so heavily that Deeks could see her chest moving up and down from where he was standing. There was a lot of smoke surrounding her, but not so much that he couldn't see a concentrated amount of smoke coming off of her shirt. "Shit," he muttered as he ignored the pain shooting through him to run over to her.

"Can you hear me?" Deeks asked, falling down beside her. He pulled his sooty white tshirt over his head and laid it on her chest, patting all over to try to smother the embers on her clothes. "You're on fire, do you not feel that? Say something."

"Deeks," Kensi moaned, her voice scratchy. "I'm fine."

"No. You're not moving, you were on fire, and hello, we just barely got away from a car bomb. That's not fine." He continued patting her all over, more gently this time as he inspected her physical condition.

Kensi wrapped her hand firmly around his wrist, pulling his hand away. "I was on fire. I already rolled all over this freaking gravel...whatever this thing is, to put it out."

"Oh," Deeks said, sighing in relief. "Well. Good then."

"Did you not go to elementary school?" Kensi closed her eyes and rubbed her head, wincing. "Stop, drop, and roll?"

He could hear sirens off in the distance coming closer and closer to them. "Um, I can tell you what to do in case of an earthquake? And shut up, I just saw smoke and you were laying really still and I panicked a little, okay? You should be thanking me."

"I should be thanking you?"

"Yes."

"You," she said, bending her neck to look down at her chest. "Should remove your hand from my boobs."

"What?" Deeks' eyes grew large as he looked down at his hand resting on top of his discarded shirt, way too close to comfort to her breasts. "My bad."

"It's still there, Deeks."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." He snatched his hand away like it was on fire. "You'd think I'd notice something like that."

Kensi scowled at him and extended her hand for him to pull her into a sitting position. "I'm choosing to take that as an insult."

"No no, what I meant is, ahhhhh..."

"Shut up, Deeks."

"It's just that they are really very nice, I don't want you to think-" Deeks sighed, shutting up before he dug his own grave any deeper. "Sorry."

Eyeing her shirtless partner, Kensi narrowed her eyes at his chest and tweaked one of his nipples.

"Ow, hey!" He rubbed his chest, pouting as Kensi smiled smugly. "What was that for?"

"I think we're even now."

Deeks shook his head as he stood up, brushing the debris off of his pants. "If you say so."

"I do say so," Kensi repeated as Deeks dragged her to her feet. "Although you probably enjoyed it way more than I did."

Deeks laughed as he tried to wipe Kensi off and she shooed his hand away. "You wouldn't be wrong."

Kensi glared at him with her mouth agape before smacking him on his bicep. "I knew it, you lingered on purpose!"

Grinning devilishly, Deeks responded proudly. "Best. Explosion. Ever."