Prompt: How bout a reversal of the muscle prompts - Deeks is laid up for a bit with an injury (canon or otherwise) , and while he's stuck recovering/unable to exercise/have other fun extracurriculars *wink*, Kensi gets into the best shape of HER life, and similar fun scenarios ensue!

A/N: I hope this works. Look at me, writing about someone else's muscles for a change.

Kensi rolled over in bed, checking the time on her phone. It was just after 7, which was a little early to be up on a weekend, but the sun was filtering through the curtains and it looked like the beginnings of a beautiful day.

She started to slide out of bed, but was met with unexpected resistance.

"Where you going?" Deeks asked sleepily. Kensi glanced over her shoulder and saw he still had his eyes closed, one hand clamped on the back of her shirt.

"My morning run," she said, ducking down to kiss him quickly.

"Or we could just snuggle." He finally opened one eye as he palmed her waist, urging her back towards the middle of the bed. Kensi allowed him to tug her onto his torso, enjoying the feeling of his sleep warmed skin. She was careful to avoid bumping his left leg, which was encased in a soft plaster cast, and not lean too heavily on his torso.

A few weeks ago he'd tumbled down a small ravine while tackling a suspect. After a drawn out visit to the ER, he'd come home, diagnosed with a hairline fracture in his ankle and severely bruised ribs. He had a few more weeks with the cast before he could start some minimal physical therapy. His ribs were healing nicely too, but Kensi was leery of doing anything too physical just yet.

"Mm, it would be nice, but you know I'm in competition with Talia." She kissed him a second time and then wriggled out of his hold while he grumbled. "And she's five miles ahead of me."

"Fine," he sighed, pouting. Kensi ignored his shameless attempt guilt her back into bed and asked,

"You need anything before I go?"

"No, I can manage on my own."

"Ok, I'll make breakfast when I get back."

"Did you have a good run?" Deeks asked when she returned, sweaty, hyper and looking exceedingly hot. The running bra and workout leggings she wore showed off every muscle and curve perfectly.

He bent over his plate of toast and strawberries, trying not to be petulant as Kensi grabbed a mug of coffee, exuding cheerfulness.

"It was fantastic! Now I've got two miles on Talia," she said enthusiastically. She bent to pull something from one of the lower cupboard and his eyes dropped to her butt. The material of her leggings outlined the curves delightfully. Pants like that should be illegal he decided.

"And did you make any new friends?" He couldn't quite keep the annoyance from his voice. Kensi frowned at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he said, but it was too late.

"No, tell me what's going on? You've been moody for days now," she said, crossing her arms.

"It just feels like you're never here since you started this new workout plan. You're always joining some running competition with Talia or meeting Sam to lift." He tried not to pout, but it was difficulty when he thought about how much time he'd spent alone, restricted to crutching his way from place to place, while his very hot wife could go anywhere she pleased. And talk with similarly well-muscled men. Not that he thought Kensi actually wanted their attention.

"Oh, I didn't even think about it," Kensi said, looking apologetic, which only made him feel worse. She leaned against the table and ran her fingers through his hair. "Maybe tomorrow we can go down to the beach."

"Why, so I can hobble around and look at the waves I can't even surf in while you run around looking gorgeous?" he said, unable to contain his bitterness. Kensi blinked at him, amazement flashing across her face.

"Wait, babe, are you jealous?"

"Jealous that you decided to get in probably the best shape of your life while I can barely walk? No, not all." He made a sarcastic sound and glanced down at his stomach, giving it a poke. "For every pound of flab I gain, you pop out another ab."

"Ok, first of all, you are not flabby," Kensi started, pulling out a chair and sitting next to him. "Secondly, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?"

"What was I supposed to say? Stop working out because you look too amazing and I don't," he said, shaking his head mockingly. Surprisingly she grinned a little.

"You think I look amazing?" He rolled his eyes at her question. She had to be joking.

"Of course you do. You always have, now you just look extra amazing." Her grin widened at his words and she looped her arms around his neck.

"You know I'd be all over you if I wasn't worried about hurting you," she said, running her knuckles over his jaw, pausing at his bottom lip. "I would love you even if you were 400 pounds.

"Yeah, just another thing I can't do," he griped. The first couple weeks he hadn't felt like doing much of anything, including having sex. Now that he was feeling better, it was driving him crazy. The tiny shorts and shirts didn't help at all.

"I just don't want to hurt you," Kensi told him, now nibbling on his ear.

"It would be worth it." He made a yearning sound, which turned to one of regret as Kensi stood up and walked across the kitchen. "You're killing me," he sighed.

"It wouldn't be worth it if you had a setback."

"Then you need to put on more clothes," he told her, glancing at her butt again. "Preferably something really baggy." His gaze traveled up her body, until he met her eyes, which were dark with a familiar gleam.

In an instant she was in front of him again and straddling his lap. She grasped his head, kissing him, her lips attacking him. Letting out a moan of pure desire, he grasped the swells of her butt, tugging her down against him. His ribs made a protest a little, but he ignored it.

"I think we can work something out," she gasped.

"I take it back, you should wear these clothes all the time," he decided rashly. He had a particularly spectacular view of her breasts. She grinned at him, clearly enjoying his appreciation.

"Anytime."