For the prompt: could you do a reverse charade one-shot? where kensi has to go seduce someone undercover and deeks gets jealous?
A/N: I wasn't sure how closely you wanted this to align with Charade, but I did keep certain aspects similar, if not the same. Hope this works.
Kensi flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling flirtatiously at the bartender mixing drinks in front of her. She was dressed in a dark blue, sleeveless dress that clung to her figure and stopped mid-thigh, courtesy of Hetty.
"I'll have another Sex on the Beach," she told him, flashing a sly glance to the man sitting next to her. "And he'll have a cosmopolitan." Kensi winked at him.
"Actually, I was drinking Coors," he said, gesturing to his bottle.
"What, a cosmopolitan isn't manly enough for you?" Kensi teased, as the bartender set a bright pink drink in front of Kensi's companion.
"Not at all. I just really hate triple sec," he replied, leaning in towards Kensi.
Deeks rolled his eyes from his spot in the taco truck. Hector Weston was practically hanging on every word she said. It had been ridiculously easy for her to gain his attention and now she seemed well on her way to seducing him.
That thought made him shift uncomfortably and he reminded himself to focus on what Kensi was saying. Refocusing on the small screen, he turned up the sound and watched as Kensi reached out and brushed Hector's shoulder.
It had been a unanimous vote, his included, that he stay in the surveillance truck while Sam and Callen provided back up. Deeks was confident in his ability to remain impartial, but since this wasn't expected to be a particularly dangerous op, he had decided to stay back. Watching his wife flirt, and potentially seduce, another man, wasn't his idea of a good time.
Now he was starting to regret that decision a little bit. Somehow it was worse watching Kensi-Alexa-through the screen, knowing he had no connection to her. Plus, it felt wrong to not be backing her up.
He kept thinking of random comments to make before he remembered that was technically Callen and Sam's job today.
"That's an interesting bracelet," Hector said, taking Kensi's hand under the guise of looking at the simple gold chain that dangled from her wrist.
"Oh, buddy, you are not nearly as smooth as you think you are," Deeks told the screen as Kensi smiled, glancing down at the bracelet fondly. She shifted, revealing another, unnecessary strip of skin and Deeks rolled his eyes. Totally overkill at this point.
"It was a present from a good friend," she said. Still holding her hand, Weston asked,
"Hm, so what are my chances of becoming one of your good friends?" Kensi carefully extricated her hand and took a sip of her drink, before responding.
"I guess it depends on what type of gifts you have to offer." She pitched her voice lower, so making the statement indecent.
"Then I think we're going to be very good friends." He grasped Kensi's chin, kissing her roughly. Deeks saw the momentary look of surprise on her face before he made contact, but she recovered quickly, trailing a hand down his chest and returning the kiss enthusiastically.
Deeks' throat tightened as the kiss reached nearly obscene levels. Weston must have said something too quietly for him to hear because a minute later he tossed some money on the bar and Kensi grabbed her ridiculously tiny purse.
As Hector Weston led her from the bar, she flashed a glance in the direction of the camera, her expression holding a hint of guilt. Then she was Alexa again, laughing indulgently at everything Hector said.
Deeks sighed, trying not to think of how far Kensi would need to go to sell her cover, and get the information they needed. Rubbing his eyes, he turned up the sound again and tried to remind himself it was just part of the job.
