Sexytimes will ensue...
Her brow furrows at the sudden knock on the door. It's 10 o'clock at night and there's only two types of people out at this time. Grabbing her service weapon, she creeps towards the door and peeks out the side window. She lets out a sigh in relief, sitting her gun down on the table she opens the door.
Taking in the dark blue hue of the uniform, her eyes traveling up and down as she gives him a once over. "Is there a problem, officer?"
He tries not to squirm as the brunette who clearly isn't shy opens the door in a pair of red lace panties and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. "Y-yeah, we got a….a call about a noise complaint."
"Well, I just got home an hour ago and I've just been in the shower so I don't know what it could've been."
"Mind if I take a look around?"
"No, not at all." She ushers him into the house, watching as he walks through the living room and towards the kitchen.
"Cute dog."
"Thanks, he's a rescue."
The officer sees the clothes thrown haphazardly on the couch and his brow furrows. "Do you live here alone?"
"Yeah, just me and my dog."
He takes a brief scan of the kitchen and his eyes stop when they land on a line of white powder displayed the table. "Do you have anything on you?"
"No-no."
"Well, ma'am, I'm going to have to search you."
"Fine, I have nothing to hide."
He spins around and the sight before him does not help the tightening of his pants. "I'm gonna need you to remove your top."
Her eyes stay locked on him as he strides toward her, backing her up against the wall. The heat that pools in her belly and the tingling that runs from her fingers to her toes as his eyes darken and lock onto her does nothing but urge him to continue.
His body presses against hers as he leans forward and places his lips to the pulse point of her neck. Her smooth skin against his lips bringing a shock of pleasure throughout his entire body. He skims his fingers up her side, sending sending the same pleasure throughout her own lithe body.
She lets out a moan in pleasure as his hand cups her breast, massaging it. She's so lost at the feel of his lips on hers that she doesn't notice his other hand make its way under the elastic of her panties until his fingers are spreading her folds and he slides a fingering and then another into her tight heat. Soon that's not enough though. He gets on his knees, coming face to face with the lacy number that covers her pussy. Taking hold of the piece of clothing between his fingers he guides it down her beautiful olive toned legs. His lips are but a breath away from her slit when he looks up at her, cerulean blues locking with chocolate orbs in desire.
She watches as he lifts her leg and places it over his shoulder. The words are on the tip of her tongue to urge him along, but before she can say anything his tongue slips out of his mouth and he closes the distant as he laps up the juices at are already flowing from her honey pot.
Her fingers thread through his locks as his lips attack her sopping wet pussy, playfully nipping at her clit. Needing to touch her more, he brings his free hand up to her breast, kneading out her moan of ecstasy. He presses forward bringing his nose against her throbbing pearl and his tongue slips into her opening. She feels her eyes roll back into her head as it tilts against the wall. God he should be arrested for carrying a deadly weapon.
She's just about to fall over the edge when he pulls back and stands up, his dark gaze falling upon hers. "You know I can't do a thorough enough search with my tongue, I'm gonna have to use my baton."
Nodding, she lets her fingers find the clasp of his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers in anticipation giving him barely enough time to react before her delicate fingers are clasped around him, pumping his cock over and over.
He presses his body to hers, his fingers taking hold of her thigh as he brings up her leg to wrap around his waist. She guides his thick cock into her tight snatch sending a shockwave through his body. "Fuck, Kens."
"MARTY, HARDER!"
He does as he's told and thrust faster and deeper intensifying their unbreakable connection. The feel of her nails digging into his back only urge him on. He doesn't know how he last so long without her without the feel of being buried deep inside her. "Come for me, baby."
She can feel his whole body tremble as he tries to hold back. Her hand wraps around his neck, pulling his face towards hers, crashing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. It's pretty much impossible for them to describe how they feel about one another in words, but this, this right here is how they do their talking. Skin to skin. Lips to lips. Thrust to thrust. Yeah, this is how they communicate best. They both cry out in euphoria as they come crashing over the edge together.
Once their bodies stop trembling Deeks spins them around and slides down to the ground taking her with him. "Today was really quite explosive."
"Not this again."
"I'm sorry."
Kensi tilts her head back, looking up at him unable to hide the worrisome in her voice. "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking about how I almost got myself killed, again."
"I'm glad you didn't."
He gives her a barely there smile before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I've been thinking though."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe I should take a step back."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well now that Nell's gone for who knows how long, I thought I could help Beale up in ops."
She runs her fingers across his stubble covered jaw, perplexed at this sudden revelation of her husband's. "Okay, but you don't know how to do the stuff she did."
He threads his fingers through hers that are wrapped around his waist. His skin slides across the metal band that's on her finger, bringing a smile to his face. "I know, but Eric's been giving me a few pointers and I wouldn't be putting anybody in danger if I were up there."
"Hey, what happened today wasn't your fault."
"You could've fooled me."
She threads her hand through the unbuttoned gap in his uniform, bringing her palm to rest against his chest. The thundering rhythm of his heartbeat matching her own. "Baby, I was just angry because I saw the explosion and then I didn't see you right away. My mind just flashed back to December and what so could've easily happened that day. I'm sorry."
"I should've been paying more attention."
"Sweetie, this stuff happens. You know it does."
"Still, I think I'm gonna take a few weeks and stay out of the field. If that's okay with you."
"Whatever you need. She's not you but I trust Fatima to have my back."
His left hand begins stroking her thigh, sending bolts of electricity through her body. "I know she does and that's the only reason why I feel like I can do this right now."
"I love you, Martin Deeks. Don't ever forget that."
"What, you're not gonna call me dude?"
She cringes at the mention of her not so subtle way of trying to stay professional when she had thought he was lit up in a ball of flames a few minutes earlier. "I was hoping you'd forgotten about that."
"Would you care to explain?"
"I just saw the flames and I knew you were around and I didn't know if you had been hurt. My-my emotions were just all over the place. The thought of you dying was right there in the front of my mind and seeing the lost look on your face I knew if I called you baby I would've just broken down right there."
"And we needed to finish the case."
"And we needed to finish the case."
He leans forward, bringing his lips to her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe. "So I could come home and ravage you."
"You are so very good at doing that."
"Just here to protect and serve, ma'am."
The low rumble of his voice sends tremors through her stated body. "You are so very good at doing that, too." She maneuvers herself, now straddling his hips.
His eyes stay locked on hers. Their eyes dancing together as their desperate wanton love shines through. "I love you, Kensi Marie."
She leans forward, pressing her forehead to his. "I love you, too, dude."