His hands danced across her stomach, which now was almost just as flat as it used to be. Hey, two kids change things.
His hands just started to graze across her thighs when they began to hear little footsteps come down the hall.
Immediately, he rolled over and pulled the covers up over them both. Kensi wiggled back into her pajama pants. She looked over at her husband. Whoa. That was close.
A little tap on the door rang through the room, and little Max appeared in the doorway.
"Mommy? Daddy?" he asked quietly and nervously, "I had a bad dream."
And of course, Kensi reached down and pulled him up into bed with them.
It was only fifteen minutes or so later that Deeks carried Max back into his room, sound asleep and no long ailed by his nightmare.
He then walked back into their bedroom and smiled as he fell back onto the bed with her. "Now, where were we?" he asked.
She giggled as he pressed his lips against hers firmly... and a cry echoed from the baby monitor.
He pulled away, and they locked eyes, discontented.
She pulled herself up and decended down the hall and returned with a fussy 8 month old Callie and a bottle. She lay her head back against the headboard as Callie began soothing as she sucked on the bottle.
"So much for that," Kensi said, frowning.
"Hey, don't say that," he corrected.
She gestured toward his watch. "Its past midnight. It'll be running on 1 once she's asleep again, and we have work tomorrow."
"I don't care. You're more important to me than a good night's sleep."
"But..."
"No buts, Kensi. Its hard to be parents and husband and wife and federal agents at the same time. And sometimes, you just have to make time for what you really need. And I really need you. I really don't care if we sleep at all tonight."
She felt herself blush. She pulled away from the hard headboard and gravitated toward her husband's shoulder.
"This is hard, but I trust you," she said. "And I wouldn't trade a second of this."
He smiled. "Neither would I."