A/N: Here's the happier version of last night's fic. Slight T for Densi shenanigans.
"Baby, I'm back," Kensi sang as she walked into the kitchen and tossed her keys on the counter. Three beers had made her ever so slightly tipsy. Fortunately, Fatima had abstained and driven them. Fatima had also teased her the whole way home.
She walked into the living room and found Deeks one the couch, watching a documentary with Monty. He stood up as she came in and smiled, taking in her windblown hair and bare feet.
"Sounds like somebody had fun," he commented with a wide grin.
"I did," she agreed, dancing towards him. She looped her arms around his neck and he settled his hands on her hips, looking down at her with gentle amusement. "Fatima beat a frat boy in an arm wrestling match."
Shaking his head, Deeks scooped her up and settled on the couch with her on his lap. Kensi giggled, burying her head in his neck. He smelled good. Pulling his head back, he raised an eyebrow and asked,
"Mrs. Deeks, are you drunk?" She shrugged, rearranging her legs so she was now straddling him.
"Only a little." Smiling up at him, she grasped the sides of his head and kissed him firmly, gently rocking her hips back and forth as she did.
"Mm, baby. It's after one and we have work in the morning," he reminded her with a groan, but didn't stop Kensi from slipping her fingers beneath the edge of his shirt.
"Let's play hooky," she said, smoothing her hands up his chest. It felt like forever since they'd done this without feeling rushed or stressed by work and other obligations. "We can walk on the beach, grab some tacos, and then come back here to-" She paused to kiss him again and wiggled her eyebrows.
"That sounds like an indecent proposal," he said, grinning again. Something about it made Kensi feel ridiculously happy and she kissed stretched up to kiss once more. When she pulled back they were both panting.
"How's this for an indecent proposal?" She stripped off her shirt, tossing it across the room. Deeks' eyes darkened as his clamped down on her hips.
"I love playing hooky," he decided, reaching for the clasp on her bra.
It was the best night Kensi remembered having in a very long time.
