AN: Inspired by /u/LostForeverInHisEyes who wanted Callen to get his pizza. Set directly after Chapter 6 of 'Facing Their Partners'

The two federal agents rolled apart from each other breathlessly.

"You need an actual bed," Anna complained, awkwardly shuffling herself so she was resting against him.

"What's wrong with my mattress?"

"The fact that it is only a mattress."

"It's a good mattress, " Callen pointed out with a pout.

It was! Just because he felt more comfortable sleeping close to the ground and didn't feel the need to have what he considered to be unnecessary 'stuff' didn't mean he went for the poor-quality stuff. This mattress was perfectly firm and sponge. Perfect for when you were injured. Which he tended to be. A lot. That ad Hetty made sure he got an 'appropriate' one.

"It looks like you're camping," she said, poking him in the chest.

"More like 'glamping', what type of camper brings a mattress with them?" He answered. She gave him a look. "You don't like camping?"

"No."

Callen looked at her red cheeks and smirked, "You'd probably end up falling off it," referring to her propensity to be, ahem, quite active in particular bed/mattress activities.

She tried to look indignant as she shoved him lightly. The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact she was feeling very pleased with herself.

"You'd catch me," she said confidently, snuggling into him.

He rather liked her doing that.

"Do you really not like the mattress?" He asked curiously, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

There was a pause before she shrugged.

"I do not mind it here," she replied, tilting her head to look at him with a smile.

Callen was confused. "Why here?"

"It is very you," she explained.

He smiled slyly at her, "What I'm hearing is that only I could get away with using a mattress in a relationship with you."

She quirked her eyebrow at him but rolled her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. He rarely used the term 'relationship' out loud to describe what they were doing. Hell, Callen didn't even know what they were doing half of the time. It was mainly his fault, he knew, but Anna didn't seem to mind.

The rumbling of two stomachs interrupted their moment.

"Did you say something about pizza, earlier?" Anna asked, starting to pull herself up into a sitting position.

Callen did the same, pulling down his rumpled t-shirt.

"It will be cold by now," he said. "And it wouldn't fill us anyway. It was supposed to be for one."

"Let's order another one then," Anna decided, standing up to fetch her phone on his counter.

"Will an extra-large fill us?" He teased.

That got him another eye roll.

"We didn't use that much energy," she pointed out with a smirk. "At least, I didn't. "

He gave her an eye roll of his own and wrapped his arms around her from behind. They had only been making out like a pair of very randy teenagers. Thank god for his mattress or his stumble would have been embarrassing.

She hadn't rebuttoned her blouse he noticed as the ringing tone of a local pizza place came from the phone.

"I was thinking about stocking up on calories for later," he whispered into her ear.

She shivered into him and her tried to not smile too broadly in triumph. Thankfully, she couldn't see his face.

"Yes, hello?" Anna asked into the phone, now flustered. "Yes, can I order, uh, stop it" she directed the last part of her attempt of a sentence at Callen in a hiss as he was now trailing kisses down her neck.

Oh, it was fun to get her all hot and bothered. Now Callen understood why Deeks did it to Kensi.

"Yes, I'm still here," Anna said into the phone, shooting Callen a glare and pointedly hunching her shoulders.

Knowing when not to push it, Callen decided to get out a few beers and his bottle of soda as she rhymed off their order of two large meat lovers' pizzas to the poor operator on the phone. Meh, he had probably heard worse.

"Done," she announced, setting her phone down. "I got us some wings as well."

"Here, I'll split with you," said Callen, rummaging in his pockets for change only to have her wave him away.

"My treat. You weren't expecting me and the earlier activities were forty percent my fault."

"Only forty?"

"You started it."

Callen thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. True. Couldn't deny that. He thought it would be diplomatic not to mention that she hadn't exactly put in only forty percent of the effort. See, he could learn! He leaned in for another kiss.

"Ah, ah, ah," said Anna, stopping him as her stomach rumbled again. "After food."

He pouted. She just smirked at him.

Oh well. At least he was getting his pizza. And there was always later.