Deeks didn't say anything for a moment as Yulia stared down at him. She had started running her fingers through his hair and the tips of her short fingernails scraped against his scalp.
"I've followed all of your…requests," he said. "What more could you possibly want?" It was pretty clear what she wanted; she was now exploring his shoulder, outlining the shape of his muscles through his shirt.
"Yes, you have," Yulia agreed. "And I am very appreciative. But I know you are not so naïve as to truly believe that all I wanted was a drink and dinner." She fiddled with the collar of his shirt. "When you held me to the ground yesterday, I could feel the strength in your body, the power. It was another thing that surprised me about you."
"I'm flattered." He tried not to flinch as Yulia leaned in to run her nose along his jaw. This was not the first time he'd been faced with seducing someone for a case, but it didn't make him any less uncomfortable.
"You should be. I don't invite just any many into my bed," she said, confirming what he already knew. It wouldn't exactly be a hardship to sleep with Yulia; she was attractive and mysterious, but he certainly hoped to avoid if possible.
He settled a hand on Yulia's hip, causally almost, like he wasn't bothered by her proposal.
"And what if I refuse?" he asked. Yulia shrugged with a regretful sigh.
"Then I'm afraid I will have to tell my men to sell the information." Before he could say anything, she pressed her finger to his lips. "And no, they are not here on the premises and neither is the thumb drive."
"I could always incapacitate you." She nodded in agreement.
"You could try. But if I do not contact them in the next six hours, my men have instructions to automatically sell to the highest bidder," she said with a fake pout. "And like you, Detective, they are excellent listeners."
"Stall her, Deeks," Callen instructed over his comm. "Eric's been tracing her activity and thinks he found her secondary location. He's sending another team there. If they find the thumb-drive, we'll let you know."
Deeks hesitated and then Kensi spoke.
"It's ok, Deeks. You can handle it." Even though he couldn't respond, he was grateful for Kensi's approval.
"Then how could I refuse?" he said with a drawl. Yulia gave him a pleased smirk, rising up slightly on her knees. Her hair brushed his cheeks and the scent of something floral wafted over him.
"Wonderful," she said. "Now, this lovely shirt of yours is getting in my way."
Deeks clamped his hand over hers, stopping her in the process of slipping a button from its hole. She frowned at him, her dark eyes glinting dangerously.
"Uh-uh, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way." He jerked her head down, pressing their lips together. She didn't seem to mind the force, responding enthusiastically and once against sinking her fingers deep into his hair.
When she pulled back, Yulia looked positively delighted.
"Ooh, I like this side of you."
Deeks held back a sigh of relief. Hopefully, he could keep her distracted long enough for the thumb drive to be found and before he was forced to do something more drastic.