A/N: Inspired by 1x23 (Burned)
She needs to get out tonight. Away from the swirling turmoil that's going on inside her head right now. It's been two weeks since they lost Dom, two weeks since she found herself standing at the sink in his dark apartment washing dishes. She finds herself thinking about how great of an agent he would've made had he been given the chance to grow. She also finds herself yearning for the touch and comfort of her best friend, who she now realizes is the love of her life, and it took loosing Dom to finally admit it to herself.
Something shifted the last time they were together, she's not quite sure what it is or why after 18 years of knowing him its showing up now but her feelings for him have intensified. The problem is is that she's not sure how he would react if she came out right and told him that she in fact was in love with him. Would he run? Would he politely reject her? Would their friendship remain intact? But there's also a chance that he doesn't turn her down, that he tells her he feels the same way and they live happily ever after. That's the hope she's holding onto.
She knows its not healthy to just stay inside and worry about her swarming thoughts while she waits for him to come back. It's Monday night, she deserves to let loose a little and she knows exactly what she's going to do.
The music is pounding which mirrors the pounding in his head. Seriously how does he always end up with marks that spend all their time in clubs surrounded by drugs and women. He looks over at the other side of their reserved VIP area where Emilio and Luis are both tongue deep in some of their admirer's mouths.
Rubbing his forehead to try and help coax his headache away, he suddenly feels the air shift. His cerulean blues scan the room in search and eventually land on her.
Luis pulls back from the leggy blonde in his lap and notices the lawyer's fixation on something across the club floor, looking in the same direction, he spots her, a knowing smile crosses his face. "Hey, Milio, looks like our boy spotted some eye candy."
Sliding the brunette's legs off his lap, Emilio stands up and makes his way over to the lawyer. He takes a seat next to the blonde, smiling. "Oh, papi, she's quite the looker. You gonna let her slip away?"
"No, I don't think I am." He takes a sip of bourbon to calm his nerves. Standing up, Dale straightens out his sports coat before taking a few steps down to the dance floor. He turns back to look at his boss with a devilish grin on his face. "If you don't hear from me the rest of the night it's because I'm riding a little wild surf."
An approving smile crosse the crime boss' face. "That's my boy."
Maneuvering his way across the dance floor towards the bar, he slowly feels his Dale John Sully persona slip away and Marty Deeks start to break through. The first thing he notices as he walks up to her is how fantastic the skin tight mini she's wearing accentuates her firm derrière.
Her attention is on the bartender giving him ample opportunity to slide up behind her, his breath warm against her ear. "Hey there. Noticed your boots. Takes a girl with a unique style to pull that off."
An unfamiliar but welcomed chill runs through her body when she hears his voice. She's finally able to relax for the first time in 2 weeks. "Well it takes a special kind of guy to sit through 2 hours of Donnie & Marie."
"Oh, touché."
She turns, unable to stop the smile from spreading to her face. His cerulean blues have a dark hue to them, a blueish grey that she's never been on the receiving end of. Before she can think any more of it, her brow furrows in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
He tilts his head back towards the VIP section that he just came from just as a loud cheer from the booth erupts when Luis pops another bottle of champagne. "The boss just negotiated a deal with a major player in our case."
"Is is okay for you to be talking to me?"
"Yeah, told him I was gonna go ride a little wild surf." His lip curls into a smirk as he watches Kensi's eyes go wide. "Dance with me."
She knows they should both be more cautious, especially since he's in the middle of a major undercover op right now but as he offers her his hand, she can't help her actions as she places her hand in his.
He leads her out to the dance floor, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers. Before he knows it his forehead meets hers, their eyes locked on to one another. They've danced before of course, but nothing like this, no this is so far from what they've ever done.
As everything around them fades away, the pair is suddenly brought to the realization of what it means to be at peace.
Their positions soon shift as Kensi burrows her head into the crook of his neck, her hands going around his waist as she clings to him. It's when he hears her inhale and feels her body sink into his hold that he knows what those little glances and feelings they were exchanging last time they saw each other were. Love. And not just any kind of love, passionate irrevocably head over heals love. "I heard about Dom. I'm so sorry, Kens."
She does her best to hold back her tears, but not before a few escape, landing on the cotton of his button up. "I should've watched out for him more. I screwed up."
He should've seen this coming, if there's one thing his best friend does best it's beat herself up for things she has no control over. Pulling back from their embrace, his hands find either side of her face as he cradles her head. His eyes trying to convey everything that words can't. "No, you didn't. Kens, this is not your fault."
"How could you say that? He was my partner and I let him down."
"Remember what you told me my first night at your house?"
"I said, 'you can count on me.'"
"Right, and I told you the same. So believe me when I say that there was nothing you could've done to stop what happened to Dom from happening."
She shakes her head in acceptance, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "I wish we could hang out tonight."
"Maybe we can."
"How? You're undercover."
His mind begins to form a plan, knowing that Emilio and Luis are probably watching them, Deeks doesn't hesitate as he slowly moves in towards her. "Just follow my lead."
Her brow furrows in confusion and quickly morphs to shock as his lips find hers. She's stunned at first but once she realizes what's happening, her body responds.
He just intended for the kiss to last long enough for them to sell a cover, but the warmth and caress of her soft lips have him swiping his tongue across them, begging for entrance.
As their kisses grow more heated and their tongues continue to duel, the brunette moans as her best friend runs his fingers through her hair. Those equal fervor kisses soon leading to wandering hands with the new revelation of their relationship.
He quickly finds the zipper of her dress ridding her of the scrap of clothing and presses her against the hotel room wall. His lips working along her jaw down to her neck. She presses her hips into his, making the tent in his pants beg to be freed. Her fingers grasp onto his golden locks as his touch fills her with more pleasure than she thought was ever possible.
She's on the cusp of release, feeling that he's going too slow, her hands find the button of his slacks and works to free him from the restricting fabric.
Realization suddenly hits him that this is officially headed to a place that they could never come back from. Pulling back from his ministrations, his dark blue eyes lock on with her magnetic chocolate orbs. God how he loves those eyes. "What are we doing?"
"I think it's pretty clear what we're doing." She states mater of fact, her lips finding the sweet spot on his neck, loving the way his body reacts to her touch.
"No, Kens, what-"
She pulls back from her ministrations, abruptly cutting him off. "I don't know how to do this."
His brow furrows in perplexity, unsure of the meaning behind her words. "Do what?"
Taking a deep breath, she understands that this is the moment. Either he runs or he stays. "Pretend that every time I see you, I don't want to wrap my arms around you and never let go. I don't know how to go on when every time you go under my heart goes with you."
"What are you saying?"
"I want you." Her eyes now shining with a blissful openness.
His mouth turns up into a slow smile, a sudden onset of disbelief filling his mind. What does he say to her? I love you? That could be too much too soon. Well they have been friends for 18 years, and know everything they need to know about the other. Maybe they should get married. No, that'd definitely be too much. Turns out he doesn't have to respond because her lips are on his once again and her hands find their way into his boxers before he's pulling her towards the bed where he's able to show her what he feels when his words failed to.
There's a irritating buzzing sound right in his ear, pulling him out of his deep and restful sleep. His brow furrows at the unfamiliar room around him along with the bed he's in...the warm naked body of his best friend curled around his. It feels like a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one.
He loves her, that he can't deny. But they're in some gross hotel and he's undercover, this wasn't supposed to go this way. When he wasn't around Emilio and his crew and back at the confines of his own shitty undercover apartment, his mind would wander to what could be with his best friend. Something in the last few months shifted in their relationship, it wasn't anything he could define at the moment, but last night made him realize what that aching in his chest was. It was his love for her, his person, the most important thing in his world. He'd find himself thinking about their lives and how intertwined they were.
His phone buzzes once again, pulling him back to the present. When he reads the text, a defeated sigh falls from his lips. Placing a kiss to the top of her head, he slowly maneuvers himself from her grasp, trying best not to disturb her.
He quickly gets dressed, writes a note for her and places on his pillow. Just because he can't help himself, he places a kiss to her bare shoulder, earning a happy moan from his love...well the woman he loves anyway. He stands back up, taking a few more seconds to look at her, relishing in their activities a few hours ago and it gives him the energy he needs to get this op over with and get back to her.
Walking towards the door, he gives her one last glance before whispering. "I want you, too."
She startles awake at the sound of a car alarm blaring through the walls. Quickly examining the room around her, flashes of last night as his lips placed kisses over every inch of her and their naked bodies sliding against one another in a passionate state of ecstasy sends a warm feeling to her lower belly.
Speaking of her best friend, she looks around the room trying to gage where he may be until something on the pillow next to her catches her eye and that's when it hit her...she screwed up.
KayKay,
Had to get back. Turns out you're not the only one that missed this beautiful Viking mane.
- Your Person
P.S. Remember what I said, partner.
She face plants into "his" pillow internally chastising herself. What did she get herself into?
Stepping into the bullpen, Kensi begrudgingly sits her bag on her desk gaining the attention of her co-worker.
Sam doesn't know if he should ask but considering her best friend is out of commission he knows whatever's eating at her needs a sounding board. "What's up Kens?"
Her irritated facade thankfully works, and she quickly spins around, a hint of anger swirling in her mismatched eyes. "Do guys ever think about what comes out of their mouths before they try to hit on a woman?"
"Uh-oh, what happened?"
"So, last night, I'm having a drink at the place Macy took me after my first shootout. Just wanted some alone time. But this guy walks over...attractive, well-dressed, bonus points for taking the lead. You know the drill all too well. Guess what he used as his opener."
"Hi. My name is Mr. I have no idea what I'm in for. Can I buy you a drink?"
"See? Now, there wouldn't have been anything wrong with that. But that's not what he said. 'Hey there. Noticed your boots. Takes a girl with a unique style to pull that off.'"
"He was running game."
Shaking her head in annoyance, she takes a seat at her desk. "Yeah, well if I ever see him again, he's gonna be running for a whole different reason."