Prompt: 23. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
A/N: I don't know if this is what you intended, but this is what came to me.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" Deeks asked as he walked into the kitchen. Kensi glared up at him, her hands currently coated in drying pastry. Flour was sprinkled across the counter, smeared on her clothes, and dusted the floor.
"That's not funny," she said sharply.
"I'm not joking." Kensi fiddled with the dough for another minute, then turned around with a sigh.
"I'm supposed to bring an apple pie to your mom's thanksgiving dinner." Deeks glanced at the dough, some of which was rolled out and spread across a pie tin. One half looked fine, but the rest was crumpled and looked past saving.
"I don't think anyone expects you to make a homemade pie," he pointed out. In fact, he knew Callen was planning to bring a Costco pie and Reddi-wip, just like he did every year.
"I don't care what other people expect," Kensi said, clearly annoyed. "I should be able to bake a stupid pie without it turning into a catastrophe."
"Don't you think it's a little ambitious to attempt one from scratch for your inaugural pie?" Kensi set her rolling pin on the counter with a clatter and crossed her arms. Deeks decided it was probably in his best interest not to mention the flour smeared across her nose. It was pretty adorable though.
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Deeks step forward and placed his hands on her hips drawing her towards him. She kept her arms crossed, refusing to be distracted so easily.
"No, I just don't get where this is coming from," he said, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Why is this suddenly such a big deal?" Kensi sighed, some of the resistance leaving her body.
"Both our moms are really good cooks," she began, suddenly looking very vulnerable. "So is Sam's. Even Anna can make crazy Russian food just for kicks. Sometimes I get sick of being the only one who can't even make a damn bowl of cranberry relish."
"It was the best damn cranberry relish I ever ate," Deeks said firmly and she rolled her eyes.
"It was gritty."
"Best damn grit I ever ate." Kensi couldn't hold back a chuckle at that.
"Oh my god, you are such an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot."
"Yes, you are," she agreed.
"And that means that I'm also by your side through everything. Including baking pies," he said.
"So you're saying…"
"We do this together. And if it fails, then we fail together. As a team."
"That may be one of the sweetest, yet stupid things you've ever said," Kensi said as she brushed her fingers through his hair. "Thanks babe."
"Anytime." He bent to kiss her lightly on the lips and grinned. "Would now be a good time to mention that you have flour on your face?" He gestured to her nose. Kensi swiped at the spot, only making it worse and glared when he laughed. "It's super adorable."
"You think it's funny?" she asked and tossed a handful of flour in his hair. He retaliated by smearing half-dried dough down her cheek. A few minutes later, they were both coated in goo and giggling at each other. Deeks pulled Kensi against him for another kiss, shaking a few bits of stray dough from her hair.
"You know, we could just have sex instead," he suggested. Kensi rubbed her nose along his jaw.
"But what about the pie?" she asked, mostly as an afterthought.
"We'll stop off at the store on the way." Kensi grinned against his lips and said,
"Good, I hate baking." She wrapped her legs around Deeks' hips as he set her on the edge of the messy counter, all thoughts of pie completely forgotten.