Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters.
Fatima groaned as she sat down on the couch. She didn't think twice as she crawled into Devin's arms, exhausted from the day.
"Ow. Hey, pick up your head," Rountree whispered, wincing at the pain. Fatima crawled off of him, perfectly content to snuggle into the corner of the couch. "Hey, you can stay. Just watch your head, alright? You're forgetting that Sam beat me up earlier," he whispered. Fatima laughed and slowly turned to face him. She gently started tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. Rountree laughed and let her, amused at her antics. Once she got it off, she slowly pulled her own shirt off. Devin reached out as soon as he realized what she was doing. He let his hand close gently around her wrist. "Hey. Don't do that, okay?" he whispered. "If you wanna wear one of my shirts, let's find you one with long sleeves. How does that sound?" Fatima shrugged and pulled her shirt off, revealing another teal shirt. Devin smiled and sat back. Then she gently started kissing the bruises.
"You gonna be okay?" she asked, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. Devin laughed and ran his hand down her back.
"Yes, princess, I'll be okay. Maybe tell Sam to quit beating me up?" he asked. Fatima nodded and snuggled into him.