Prompt: Can you do a Drabble where Kensi tends to Deeks minor injuries he sustained during a mission. It involves Deeks being shirtless and Kensi being up close in personal.
A/N: I think I've done something similar to this, but this is a slightly different angle. (And for some reason, that sounds a little dirty in my mind.) This takes place sometime during San Voir, Part 1 after the explosion.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Deeks hissed, flinching away from Kensi to the other end of the locker room bench he sat on.
"Deeks, I have to see the wound in order to bandage it," she told him with forced patience, placing one of her fists on her hip. The upper part of his left sleeve was ripped where a piece of shrapnel hit him and a fairly large patch of blood stained the fabric.
Somehow in all the mayhem, Deeks hadn't gotten checked out by the EMTs. Which meant it was now Kensi's job to deal with his whiny butt. Every time she touched him, he acted like she'd stabbed him.
"I know, but can you do it less painfully? I swear Sam would be more gentle." Rolling her eyes at his assessment of her nursing skills, she crossed her arms.
"Maybe I should let him. I'm sure he wouldn't put up with this much whining and moaning." He chuckled at her threat.
"You wouldn't do that to me, right Kens? You're my partner and partners support each other," he said, adopting a pleading tone. To drive it home, he turned on his puppy dog eyes. "Plus, I almost got blown up today."
She groaned. God, it was infuriating that she couldn't resist him. Even worse, he knew it.
"Fine," she sighed. "Take your shirt off." One eyebrow rose and before he could make any lascivious comments, she added, "So I can look at your arm."
"Sure." He grinned innocently as she turned around, muttering to herself about annoying partners. She grabbed a bottle of antiseptic, cotton pads, some antibiotic cream, and a couple bandages.
Kensi turned to face him again and almost gasped. He was sitting, exactly as she'd instructed, stripped to the waist. He'd definitely been working out more again. Pushing that thought away, she kept her eyes lowered as she set everything up.
Deeks seemed oblivious to her inner conflict, craning his head to see his arm.
"Hold still," she ordered gruffly. Deeks complied with a surprising amount of meekness, not making a sound when she dabbed his arm with antiseptic wash. The cut was a little deeper than she'd expected, and it took a good amount of rubbing to clean away the debris mixed with dry blood.
Kensi was hyperaware of the heat radiating from Deeks, the smoothness of his skin, and the firm muscles beneath. The quietness of the room only added to the intimacy.
"So, am I going to live, Nurse Blye?" Deeks asked several minutes later.
"You better not be imagining me in a little white dress," she warned him while she taped a bandage over his bicep, glaring up at him from under her eyelashes. He grinned at her, thoroughly unfazed by her unspoken threat.
"Farthest thing from my mind. But, just so you know, you would look super hot. We could get you a stethoscope and one of those little black bags."
She shook her head, moving around to his back to finish securing the bandage.
"Deeks, you are‒oh my god." He twisted at her exclamation, flinching when she poked his lower back, just above the waist of his jeans. "You're burnt."
"I know!" he said. "Quit poking it."
"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked, wincing at the strip of bright red skin. His shirt must have shifted when they dove out of the building. He shrugged.
"I don't know. I thought it wasn't that bad and you already seemed annoyed about my arm." Kensi felt a twinge of guilt at the unspoken accusation. She was sure Deeks hadn't meant it that way, but she hadn't exactly been sympathetic.
Rummaging through the first aid kit again, she found a tube of burn cream. Deeks watched her closely as she crouched down and started smoothing a thick layer of the numbing medicine onto his lower back, which was slightly less tan than the rest of his torso.
She couldn't see the edge of his boxers and idly wondered if he'd decided to go commando. A flush ran through her entire body and she spent a couple extra minutes needlessly fiddling with the burn.
"Kensi?" Deeks' voice sounded lower, rougher than normal and Kensi wondered if he was as affected as she was.
"Yeah. All done." She stood hastily, bumping Deeks' shoulder in the process and they both jerked like something had burned them. Which was ridiculous. They touched constantly throughout the day and it was never a big deal.
With that in mind, she grasped Deeks' shoulder and turned him towards her. He frowned at her in surprise, his eyes widening when she closed the space between them so there was only a few inches remaining, and brushed her fingers over his temple.
"You have some scrapes," she explained. He could have taken care of them himself, but he didn't stop her from grabbing the ointment again.
His lips parted slightly as she worked, his warm breath fanning over her face. Her own breaths were a little shallow, shaky even. Giving up on the pretense, Kensi brushed his bangs back from his forehead, drifting closer like he had some kind of gravitational pull on her.
"Kens," he repeated, one of his hands dropping to her waist. His eyes dropped to her lips and she stopped breathing altogether.
"Kensi, Deeks, what's taking so long in there?" Nell called, banging on the door. They sprang apart instantly, Deeks jumping off the bench and crossing the room.
"We'll be out in a minute," Deeks called back, somehow managing to sound somewhat normal, although he was studiously avoiding looking in her direction.
Feeling unbelievably idiotic, Kensi started gathering up the medical supplies. She could feel Deeks come up behind her after a minute, but she ignored him. She had been stupid to let herself get so carried away.
"Are we gonna‒?"
"Make sure you don't get the bandage wet," she interrupted.
"I'll take that as a no," he sighed. When she didn't answer, he sighed again, and a moment later she heard the door open and then close again.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long breath. She stayed a few more minutes to gather herself. When she walked back into the bullpen, Deeks glanced up, his expression clear of any distress.
She felt a hint of regret, but mostly relief as she sat down next to him.
A/N: I couldn't tell if Deeks had any facial injuries, but I figured no one would mind if I added them in.