A/N: Definitely M territory for this one.
Kensi is sitting at their kitchen table, contentedly sipping at her coffee as she checks her phone. She'd woken up a little before he alarm and decided to enjoy the extra time to herself. A few minutes later she hears the tell-tale sounds of Deeks moving around upstairs.
"God, that coffee smells awesome," he says, sniffing the air as he comes into the kitchen. Kensi rolls her eyes at his hyperbolic tone as she's about to make a sarcastic response when she gets a good look at her husband.
Her mouth instantly goes dry. He's wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and nothing else. It's hardly a new look, since Deeks spends a good portion of his time at home in as little clothing as possible, but something is different today.
Maybe it's the way the fabric clings to his his butt; she's always loved that particular part of his body, something which she frequently denied. Maybe it was the sight of his bare biceps and abs, which seem even more prominent than usual today. Or maybe it's simply the natural result of not having sex for almost a week.
Silently, she watches Deeks move around the kitchen, phone and coffee long forgotten. He reaches up to get a mug and Kensi's gifted with another excellent view of his butt. She could reach out now and grab a handful if she wanted.
Kensi squeezes her thighs together at the thought, a pool of warmth filling her belly.
"You ok?" Deeks asks suddenly, looking over his shoulder with one brow raised. "Because you look kind of strained and weird. Plus, you're staring at me." Kensi scoffs immediately and protests.
"I am not staring." Deeks narrows his eyes at her, staring back for several long moments as though he knows exactly what she's thinking.
"Ok," he says, suddenly relenting. "I'm gonna shower." With a final gulp of his coffee, he leaves the room, his butt in prominent view.. Damn, today is going to be rough.
Kensi silently fumes during the drive to work. Deeks is dressed in a dark blue button down he hasn't worn in years and black dress pants. To top it all off, he's combed his hair. He rarely ever dresses up this much anymore and she doesn't know why he's decided to today of all times.
If she didn't know better, she'd think he was doing it on purpose. He knows this looks turns her on. Yet he seems completely oblivious to her dilemma, idly chatting about a previous case as he drives.
Damn it, it's not fair. Particularly since she's not going to be able to do anything about it all day.
If the rest of the team finds anything strange about Deeks' attire, they don't mention it. Hetty actually looks pleased and gives him one of her cheeky smirks.
By mid-morning, Kensi is ready to either strangle Deeks or jump him. There's a flirtatious, almost sensual air to everything he does, from the way he touches her to the absolutely indecent way he licks his lips while they talk. Any doubt she had about it being mere coincidence had evaporated the second he'd popped the top button of his shirt and eased the collar open while she sat across from him.
When he sits on the edge of her desk and trails his fingers down her arm, she finally snaps.
"Will you cut it out?" she hisses. They're alone in the bullpen but that could change any second. Looking the picture of innocence, even as he starts rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearm, Deeks says,
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kensi makes a strangled noise. Her arm is tingling. Hell, the majority of her body is tingling and she's about two seconds away from jumping him right there on her desk. She feels her nipples pebble against her bra at the thought and she shifts uncomfortably.
"Oh please! You know exactly what you're doing with the shirt, and the flirty looks, and-and the hair," she shoots back, giving him a disgusted look. Deeks has the audacity to grin broadly, shaking his hair back from his eyes as he drawls,
"So what you're saying is, I'm turning you on?" His voice is pitched lower than normal and goes straight to her core.
"I hate you," Kensi says vehemently which only makes Deeks grin a little more broadly.
"Oh really? Is that why you were checking out my butt this morning? I mean I get it, it's still a pretty great butt and those underwear you bought me are pretty awesome. Makes everything look tight and–" Kensi grabs his right just as he starts to make some, undoubtedly lewd, gesture to represent the underwear's effect.
"Shut up and come with me," she orders, tugging Deeks off her desk and down the hall. He doesn't protest, even when she yanks him into the burn room. His eyes do widen with a hint of surprise as she shoves him against a filing cabinet.
Satisfied that at last she's caught him off guard, she grasps the back of his head sealing her lips over his mouth. Kensi pours a week's worth of frustration into the kiss, knowing she's being a little more rough than usual, but thinking that he deserves it. Deeks large hands clasp over her butt, squeezing firmly as he growls low in his throat.
He pulls back from Kensi and chuckles even as he gasps for breath.
"Wow, I really thought you'd be able to hold out a lot longer than this." Kensi glares at him and points out,
"It's been a week." For emphasis, she rolls her hips lightly against Deeks'. The distinct bulge of his erection presses into her and she raises an eyebrow.
"True. And unfortunately it's probably going to be even longer," he says, letting his fall back with a soft bang.
"Oh no, not a chance," Kensi says, smiling even though she is thoroughly unamused. "I have been on edge all morning."
"We're at work."
"You don't get to pull the 'no sex at work' card on me. You started this."
"Kens…" Deeks starts, clearly conflicted but just as aroused as she is. Before he can say anything else, she rocks up on her toes and kisses him again, firmly thrusting against his erection.
He hisses out an unintelligible expletive and then says,
"Screw it!" His hands grasp both of her elbows, lifting her up as she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, and spins them around. Kensi's back hits metal with a surprisingly loud clang that should worry her but it doesn't.
She starts yanking at the buttons of his shirt, doing her best to not destroy it, even as she becomes more frantic. Deeks manages to get her shirt off with relative ease, his hand following a path up her waist to cup one of her breasts.
Even through the layer of cloth, she can feel a hint of warmth from Deeks' hand.
"You are a naughty, naughty girl, Agent Blye," he gasps.
"I guess you'll just-ah-have go arrest me when we're done."
"God, I love it when you get kinky." He unhooks her bra and has just bent his head to her nipple when both their phones go off.
"Crap," Kensi hisses reaching into Deeks' back pocket. "It's Eric."
"Tell him he'll have to wait his turn," Deeks responds, nuzzling her boob. Kensi enjoys the sensation for a moment and then sighs, gently nudging his head up.
"Do you really want them to come looking for us?" she asks and for a second Deeks looks mutinous. His phone buzzes again and Kensi glances at it. "Eric says if we're not there in five minutes, Hetty's sending Sam after us.
With a sigh, Deeks steps back and gently lowers her to the floor. They hastily pull their clothes back on and check each other's hair. Deeks' definitely is worse for wear.
Right before they leave the room, Deeks grasps the back of her head and pulls her in for a hasty, but enthusiastic kiss.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your indiscretions, Agent," he growls.
"Looking forward to it, Detective," Kensi answers, smacking his butt as she saunters out of the room.
