Prompt: Could you write a Drabble with that sentence: "I don't feel comfortable with you cuffing other women than me" Densi Thanks

A/N: As you might expect, this one gets a little, ahem, spicy.

"You have the right to remain silent," Deeks said, holding Olivia Martin's wrists together as he cuffed her. She'd put up a fight and they were both scraped and bruised. As Deeks snapped the handcuffs into place, Kensi felt an overwhelming possessiveness come over her. It should be her wrists, not some money launderers' that Deeks was binding.

The phantom feeling of cool metal ever so slightly biting into her skin sent a shiver down her spine. They didn't bring handcuffs into the bedroom often, but when they did, it was a truly unforgettable experience. Deeks could be domineering when he wanted to and, in the right circumstances, Kensi loved it.

As Deeks read Olivia her rights and led her away, Kensi narrowed her eyes, feeling irrationally jealous and a desperate need to jump her husband.

Deeks was coming back from the bathroom later that day when she grabbed his arm and yanked him into the burn room.

"Kensi, what the–" he started to say, but she cut him off with a bruising kiss. His back hit a filing cabinet and he distantly registered that it hurt, but the majority of his attention was on Kensi's roving hands, which were currently tugging his belt from his jeans.

"I don't feel comfortable with you cuffing other women," she said, pulling back. Deeks blinked down at her, momentarily confused and then laughed.

"Are you talking about earlier today? You know I didn't enjoy that, right?" he asked. Kensi frowned at him, her hands dropping from his waist and he hastily added, "Not that I object to whatever this is because I am definitely enjoying it."

After a moment, Kensi placed her hand on his hips, but didn't start trying to undress him again.

"I don't care," she whispered, leaning in to brush her nose against his jaw. Deeks sighed, the sound turning into a groan as her fingers trailed up his back and into his hair. She grasped a handful, tugging lightly. "I didn't like it. It made me think of the other night when you cuffed me to that chair."

Deeks shivered, remembering the sight of Kensi mostly naked, with her arms bound behind her back. Grinning down at her, delighted by the affect he apparently had without even trying, he rested his hand on the small of her back and pulled her tight against him. He leaned in and spoke directly into her ear. This time, she shivered.

"Then what do you suggest I do? You know I'm going to have to handcuff another woman at some point." Kensi's grip in his hair tightened.

"Then expect more ambushes like this." She pulled his head back down to hers and kissed him until they were both gasping.

"I think I can handle that," he murmured, slightly dazed as Kensi attacked the zipper on his jeans. She'd just pressed her hand to the skin between his shirt and open jeans when there was a sharp rapping on the door.

"Hey! Quit making out," Callen called out. "We're in the middle of a case and Eric need us upstairs."

"Crap,"Kensi hissed, rocking back on her heels. She threw a malevolent glare at the door and then sighed in apparent disappointment as she watched Deeks fix his pants. "We will continue this discussion when we get home," she told him firmly, a predatory gleam in her eye. Deeks grinned, delighted by the idea.

"Looking forward to it," he assured her.

A/N: I'm a big fan of using the burn room for alternate purposes.