A/N: Written for the Densimber 2020 Day 17 Prompt "Kensi and Deeks lose power or can't turn the heat up so they find creative ways to stay warm" over on Tumblr.

Kensi woke up to someone on top of her. Panic caused her to suck in a sharp breath and strike out hard with her knee and elbow, making direct contact with…someone who yelped in response. The weight lifted and seconds later the light snapped on. "Deeks?" she gasped, sitting up on the couch.

"Ow!" Deeks clutched his stomach and stared at her in confusion. "Kensi? What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"My power went out and it's freezing," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"Mine's out too," he said, rubbing at the spot where she'd struck him. "I figured the back up generator would be on here."

"Well obviously it is," she said. "LAPD doesn't have one?"

"The mission was closer," Deeks said with a shrug.

They both looked at each other for a moment without speaking. "So…." Deeks said.

"So…what?" Kensi asked suspiciously, her heartbeat still not quite back to normal.

"So are you going to share the couch with me?"

"Ha!" She snorted. "No."

"Oh come on Fern!"

"No way! I was here first!"

"So what, you're going to make me sleep on the cold, hard floor? I might as well have stayed home then!"

"You snooze you lose," Kensi said, stretching out and taking up as much space as possible.

"Kensi."

"No."

"Kensi!"

"No! I am not sharing with you. That's just weird."

"Fern. Come on. We shared a bed for like three weeks when we were Justin and Melissa."

"That was different. It was an undercover assignment. For work. And a bed is not the same as a couch." Kensi said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as memories of waking up next to him every morning floated back to her.

"No one has to know."

"I'll know."

He thought for a moment. "I'll buy you donuts."

She raised her eyebrows. "Wow. Really? That's all this couch is worth to you? A box of donuts?"

"Okay fine. Lunch then."

"Dinner," she countered, surprising herself. "For a year."

"A month."

"Six months."

"Two months and you get dessert."

"Fine. And," she held up a finger as he took a step closer, "next time we have to dumpster dive or open a trunk, you have to do it."

He rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Ugh, okay."

"And!" She hedged for a second, running out of ideas. "You have to…clean my car."

"Okay. Sure. Whatever."

"And—"

"Kensi!" There was an edge of annoyance in his tone that likely came of her stalling and him having been ousted from his own bed in the middle of the night.

"Fine," she said with a tone of long suffering. "But don't do anything weird."

She slid up against the back of the couch, trying to make as much room as possible as he settled in, his back pressing against hers. "Oh my god!" She jerked and he let out another yell of pain as she elbowed him. "Why are your feet so cold?!"

"Because it's cold outside!" Deeks hissed. "Ow! Could you stop elbowing my kidneys?"

"This couch is only made for one person!" Kensi said, squirming to get away from him. "Has your butt always been so bony?"

"Okay, all right," Deeks sat up. "Switch with me."

"What?"

"We can't—" he sighed in frustration. "This isn't going to work like this. Switch spots with me."

She sat up and he slid an arm around her waist. "Deeks what are you doing?" she asked.

"Just, trust me. Okay?"

He moved around a little bit until his back was against the couch and then gently pulled her down so that her back pressed against his chest, tucking his knees in behind hers. "Better?"

"It's…fine," Kensi said, trying not to let on that her stomach had begun to flutter a little bit. They'd spent weeks in each other's arms like this as Justin and Melissa and every time she'd told herself it was just…bound to happen. They were working together, they'd both slept with other people before, it was only natural that they would gravitate toward each other in the night.

It was like her body remembered his as she settled against him, fitting naturally into his arms and chest. But it was just Melissa remembering Justin, she reminded herself. That was all.

She tried not to think about how good it felt to have his arms around her or exactly how much of him she could feel pressed against her. "So are we good now?" Deeks asked, his lips close to her ear.

"Mhmm," was all she could manage.

"Well…goodnight then," Deeks said.

As if she could sleep when her mind and body were both so keyed up. But somehow feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his heart against her skin, she found herself drifting.

Both of them were startled awake in the morning by a sharp clearing of the throat. Kensi tried to sit up but her legs were tangled with Deeks' and the blanket and it was several very long seconds before they managed to disengage from one another.

"Hi," Nell said with a slightly strange smile.

"Hey, hi Nell," Kensi said, pushing her hair out of her face as she tried to get her bearings.

She looked at both of them expectantly. "Our power was out. It was for survival," Deeks said quickly.

"Right yes, because surviving a forty-five degree night on your own is nearly impossible," Nell said dryly.

"I'm uh, I'm going to go shower," Deeks said, practically bolting from the room.

Nell looked at Kensi with raised eyebrows. "It was nothing," Kensi said, folding the blanket. "Just two partners sharing a couch. The same as if Callen and Sam were doing it."

"Sam can't fit on that couch by himself, let alone with Callen," Nell said. "And I don't know if they would look quite so…cozy while doing it."

"Nell—"

The analyst shook her head. "I saw nothing. And neither did the security cameras."

Kensi sighed. "Thank you."

"But you owe me half of whatever desserts Deeks gets you."

Kensi smiled. "Done."

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