Prompt 41: "you going out dressed like that?" This one also strays into M territory.
Deeks straightened his tie slightly, turning his head to the side to examine his handiwork. Well, his hair was as neat as it would ever be; a small pile of blonde clippings littered the counter and he'd even gone so far as to use a tiny bit of hairspray to try and keep things in place.
LAPD was sending all their detectives to a weeklong series of seminars. Today was his first day and he was actually following the dress code for once. Although he rarely cared what his supervisors thought of his appearance, the head instructor was known to be a bit of a hard ass. The last thing he needed was to receive a poor evaluation because he hadn't combed his hair.
"You're going out dressed like that?" Kensi asked, leaning in the doorway. He didn't know how long she'd been standing there, but when he caught her eye in the mirror, he saw her eyes were narrowed in a slight frown. Automatically, he looked down at himself, searching for stains or stray hairs.
"Yeah, the agenda said business casual," he answered and Kensi shook her head.
"Well, you need to change." Feeling slightly offended, Deeks said,
"I didn't think I looked that bad. I know the pants are a little tighter than the last time I wore them, but that's all muscle." Kensi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"The pants don't look bad. They actually," she paused, then started over as she stepped into the room, "You look good. Really good."
"Then what's the problem?" Deeks asked, thoroughly confused.
"You look too good. Those pants are ridiculously tight, they should be illegal," Kensi explained, sounding annoyed.
"So what you're saying is that you find me highly attractive right now?" he teased and Kensi rolled her eyes.
"You are such a jerk. Yes, you look hot. There, I said it."
"I always forget you have a thing for suits," Deeks said, enjoying Kensi's discomfort. "But I still don't see why it's a problem. It kind of seems like a win-win situation to me."
"It would be, if I was going with you. But you're going to be there alone, dressed like that…" she trailed off and waved a hand. "Never mind, forget I said anything."
She started to leave, but Deeks reached out and tugged her back.
"Wait a second, are you jealous? he asked incredulously.
"No," Kensi insisted, then acknowledged. "Maybe. I mean, I know you'd never encourage them, but I don't like the thought of other women seeing you like this."
"Women see me every day, and thought it hurts my ego greatly, they're not exactly swooning," he pointed out. "Especially once they realize I'm married."
"That's true. But they also don't get to see you in a white shirt that emphasizes your tan and the muscles in your arms…" As she spoke, Kensi pressed up against him and ran her hands over his biceps. "Or in tight, black pants." Her hands dropped to his ass, giving him a firm squeeze.
Deeks chuckled breathlessly, grinning down at Kensi in surprise and with sudden arousal.
"And I can promise you that none of them get to do that either." Kensi's lip twitched a little, but she apparently wasn't done yet. She gave him another squeeze and the slid her hands up his torso, stopping at the edge of his collar and tugging it open.
"They don't get to think about slowly tugging your tie off and…" She didn't finish, stretching up to seal her lips over his collar bone. Deeks groaned quietly in the back of his throat.
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked, hoping it had something to do with way less clothing and possibly the bathroom wall. Kensi took a moment answer as she continued to explore his neck.
"Wear the gray pants."
"But those make my butt look flat," he protested distractedly as Kensi pulled back.
"I know," she said cheerfully, stepping back completely. "Wear the gray pants and when you get back home maybe we can play lawyer." Deeks reached for her, but she skipped back, grinning playfully.
"You're evil," he called out, looking down at the front of his very tight, and now very uncomfortable, pants. All he heard in response was a delighted chuckle from Kensi.
A/N: I'm stuck in smutsville again, someone send help.
