Since you've been doing drabbles on Deeks muscles, could you do one where they're at the beach with their baby and while Kensi's gone to get food women crowd around him because muscles + guy holding a baby = 😍
A/N: Writing about Deeks' muscles again? Oh, I guess I can force myself.
"Hey babe, you want anything from the food truck?" Kensi asked Deeks as she finished changing three month old Caleb's diaper. It was the first time they'd really had a chance to spend more than half an hour at the beach since his birth and they were all reveling in the experience.
"Ooh, grab me a fish taco and lemonade," he requested eagerly. "I worked up an appetite running with the little monster this morning." He tweaked Caleb's nose and he cooed happily in response.
"If only all of us could work off calories that easily." Kensi was mostly teasing, but still felt a little self-conscious about her remaining baby pudge. Deeks snorted.
"What are you talking about? You look amazing." He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him for a thorough kiss. He also took the opportunity to squeeze her butt cheek briefly. Sighing against his mouth, she trailed her hands down his chest and abs.
It was a shame they were in public and had a baby to think of. Before she could get too distracted, she pulled back and smirked at Deeks who stuck out his lip in a pout. She pulled on her coverup and grabbed some money from her purse, holding Caleb out towards Deeks.
"I'll be back in a few."
Deeks nodded, settling Caleb between his crossed legs. As she walked away, she could hear him describing the swells and talking about the surfers farther out in the water while Caleb happily gnawed on his fingers. It was fairly adorable.
20 minutes later, Kensi walked back towards their spot with a small carton of food. The line had been ridiculously long and she was feeling a little annoyed and hungry. Plus, her boobs were roughly two seconds away from leaking, which meant she'd have to feed Caleb before she could eat.
As she reached their spot, she saw Deeks standing next to their beach sheet, Caleb balanced in the crook of one arm. His blue trunks hung low on his hips, contrasting nicely against his tanned skin, and he looked absolutely delicious.
He was also surrounded by no less than six women, all wearing bikinis. It made Kensi feel oddly matronly in her one-piece, even though Deeks' eyes had lit up the first time she put it on. Walking closer, Kensi glared at a blonde woman who was brushing the top of Caleb's head.
"Oh my god, he is adorable!"
"How old is he?"
"Can I hold him?"
Deeks didn't seem fazed by the barrage of questions, easily chatting with each woman in turn, who hung onto his every word. And he wasn't even trying.
"Three months this past Tuesday. And he's not real great with strangers," he with an apologetic smile, holding Caleb a little tighter to his chest.
"You said you surf, right?" said the blonde woman who was standing the closest to Deeks.
"Yeah, when I have the time."
"Well, maybe you could give me a few lessons." She touched Caleb's head again and then dropped her hand onto Deeks' forearm. Deeks arched an eyebrow, but didn't move. He looked vaguely amused by her lack of subtlety.
"Actually, I'm not much of a teacher, but I have a friend who could give you lessons if you want his number," Deeks offered, his voice still friendly, but putting up a clear boundary. She ignored it.
"Mm, he's not you though." Her hand drifted a little higher, caressing Deeks' bicep. Rolling her eyes, Kensi decided she'd seen enough.
"Having fun?" she asked Deeks, coming up beside him and resting her free hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her, a genuine one this time.
"Caleb's pretty popular," he explained, wrapping his arm around her waist so she was pressed tight against his side. "This is my wife, Kensi." He emphasized the word wife and dark haired woman immediately edged away from the group, looking embarrassed.
"Ah, yes, Caleb's such a charmer," Kensi said, looking up at the side of Deeks' face with a wry smile. The blonde woman in front of Deeks had hastily dropped her hand when Kensi walked up, but she hadn't moved away and had a competitive gleam in her eye.
"Marty was just telling us what a great surfer he is," the blonde said, somehow making it sound possessive.
"Mm, Marty's good at lots of things," Kensi agreed. Deeks made a choked noise, but Kensi just smiled pleasantly at the women fawning over him until one of them nudged her friend and they too started to walk away.
"It was nice meeting you, Marty," the blond said, ignoring Kensi completely. She winked, squeezed Deeks shoulder and then turned around, her hips swaying from side to side. The rest of the women quickly dispersed as well and Kensi turned to Deeks, leaning her chin on his shoulder.
"Unbelievable," she said, giving him a look that was half amused, half exasperated. "I can't leave you alone for two minutes."
"Hey, that was not my fault," Deeks protested. "Women just cannot resist a man holding a baby. As soon as you were gone, they started swarming." He jiggled Caleb lightly and he squealed in delight.
"Aw, you poor thing. And I'm sure it had absolutely nothing to do with your six pack or the fact that I can practically see your pelvis in those trunks."
"That might be a slight contributing factor," he admitted reluctantly. Kensi made a derisive noise and took Caleb, settling on the sheet to nurse him. Deeks sat beside her after a minute. "You're not really mad at me, are you?"
"No," Kensi said, "But I don't exactly love finding you surrounded by a bunch of gorgeous women in bikinis."
"You know you're the only woman I want to see in a bikini," he said. Kensi smiled reluctantly as he tipped her chin up, his expression completely sincere. "Or out of a bikini," he added. "Preferably out as much as possible."
"Mm, you're lucky you're cute," she said without heat. She brushed her thumb over his lip and down his chin, her nail scratching through the short hairs of his beard.
"That's what I count on." He kissed her softly.
"But if another woman puts her hands on you or the baby while we're here, I won't be responsible for my actions." Rather than looking worried, Deeks lips twitched at her words. He seemed amused, and possibly flattered.
"I would expect nothing less. Can't have other woman pawing at your man," he teased, leaning back on his hands. Tanned and more toned than he'd ever been, he looked far too hot for his own good. Settling Caleb on the blanket again, she knelt beside him, her knees pressing into his hip. She laid a possessive hand on his stomach and whispered,
"When we go home, those shorts are coming off and you are all mine." His eyes darkened, smoldering at her.
"Let the pawing commence," he said happily.