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A/N: Thanks to Divergent338 for reading over this for me
For basicnsync who gave this prompt:
'How about a scene where one of them just recovered after an injury or illness so the other is trying to be gentle?'
They shuffled slowly into his house, Kensi insisting that his bed was more comfortable than her own.
The day had been tough on both of them.
Deeks never liked when Kensi went under as some bimbo and had to traipse herself all over the mark. When she went under alone and unarmed, a primal need to protect her always surfaces. Deeks knows she can more than carry herself but that doesn't mean he won't want to protect her.
He looks over as she winces her way to the kitchen to get some Advil and water. She refused to go to the hospital, insisting all her bruised ribs and bruised body needed was some cuddles and ice cream, and maybe beer.
But hearing her hiss of pain and seeing her inability to sit comfortably on the couch, Deeks has had enough.
He hooks his arms under her legs and against her protests, gently lifts her up and carried her upstairs to bed. About half way, Kensi gives up her struggling and loops her arms around his shoulders and rests her head in the crook of his neck.
He places her delicately on the bed and goes into the bathroom.
Kensi can hear the water running and wonders what she did to deserve this man. She knows he didn't like today, and to be honest neither did she. But it's their job and they get on with it, and here, at home, they can be themselves and Kensi can give into herself and let him love on her.
Deeks interrupts her thoughts when he pulls her up off the bed.
In the bathroom, he carefully helps her to take off her shirt and jeans, leaving her standing in her underwear.
Deeks travels kisses from the angry red mark beginning to show on her collarbone, down along her chest towards her bruised covered torso. His whispers of kisses and the gentle caress of his hands bring tears to her eyes.
Kensi is suddenly filled with the need to feel his lips on hers and pulls him up. Her hands tangle in his hair as she deepens the kiss. Deeks own hands snaked around her back and unhook her bra. He steps back and removes his own clothes and Kensi rids herself of her panties.
Deeks steps into the bath and Kensi sits in front of him. His arms wrap around her and his lips find their way to her bare shoulder. They stay in comfortable silence and Kensi closes her eyes and enjoys the peace and security his presence brings her.
Suddenly, her eyes snap open and she feels her lover's hands cup her breasts and his teeth worry the skin behind her ear. She lets out an inaudible moan as he pinches and pulls at her nipples. Deeks' left hand soon leaves her breast and migrates south. He hears Kensi gasp as his hand disappears beneath the hair and finds her bundle of nerves.
Kensi's head falls back against his shoulder and he hears her moans and whimpers right in his ear. His other hand joins it's friend and buries itself in her cunt. His movements are gentle and loving, mindful of her ribs. Kensi's own hand lands on his as she controls his movements. She moves his hand to circle her clit faster and her other hand clutches at her own breast.
The gentle push and pull of Deeks hand within her and their hands on her clit soon becomes too much for Kensi.
She comes on a gasp and her moans bounce off the tiled walls right to Deeks' cock.
He ignores his hard on as usual, preferring to soothe his girlfriend's cooling body.
Kensi turns her head and catches his lips in a thankful sloppy kiss.
Being here, surrounded by him, Kensi knows no matter what she's safe and loved, and doesn't want to be anywhere else.