A/N: Well, it's a little late, but Happy 38th Birthday to Kensi Blye.
Kensi sighed, turning on her side and smiling as she saw Deeks beside her. He was still asleep and she kissed him gently. His lips pursed reflexively against hers.
"Good morning," she whispered.
"Morning," he said back, eyes still closed. She stretched, feeling more rested than she had in weeks.
"Wait, what time is it?" She realized her alarm hadn't gone off and started to pick up her phone.
"I don't know." His voice was still rough with sleep. "But it doesn't matter because Hetty agreed to give us the day off."
"Why?" she asked, frowning. Groaning, Deeks rolled over and flopped on his back.
"Did you seriously forget your own birthday?" he teased.
"No, that's tomorrow. July 2-shoot!" She ran her hand through her hair as Deeks grinned at her, apparently amused by her absent mindedness.
"Yes you, Kensi Marie Blye, are officially 38 years old today." He leaned over and kissed her. "Happy Birthday, baby."
"You seriously got Hetty to give us the day off for my birthday," she asked, touched and slightly annoyed that she hadn't realized anything.
"Yup and with her blessing," Deeks paused and corrected himself, "make that more of an order, to enjoy ourselves."
"Well, that was super thoughtful," she murmured. Deeks looked extremely pleased with himself, lying back with his arms crossed behind his head. She couldn't resist the urge to kiss him again, pulling him half on top of her. His hands delicately cupped her jaw as he thoroughly explored her mouth, sending a shiver of arousal through her entire body. She was just about to twine her leg around his hip when Deeks pulled back abruptly.
Kensi made a indignant sound in the back of her throat.
"Time for breakfast!" he announced. "Spinach and mushroom birthday frittata coming up." He started to get out of bed, but Kensi yanked him back down, pushing him onto his back. She threw a leg over his torso so she straddled him. "Um, I don't remember this being a part of making breakfast."
"It's my birthday, right?" she asked and he nodded, his eyes dilating as she hovered over him. "Then that means that I get to do whatever I want. And right now I want you." She dipped her head, kissed the corner of his mouth and straightened up again. With his attention completely on her, she stripped her sleep shirt off.
"Your wish is my command," he groaned, grinning as he settled his hands on her hips.
"And when were done, then you can make me eggs," she added, leaning back down to swallow his chuckle. It was a very satisfying birthday for both of them.