A/N: Like I said. This started out as just some fluff but somehow ending up becoming smut in the last few lines.


The golden hue of the evening sun envelopes the couple as they curl up into each other on the hammock.

Contemplating if she wants to ask a question that's strangely been on her mind for a while, the brunette tilts her head back, examining every feature of the side profile of his face as the golden hues illuminate his skin. "Do you ever wonder what would've happened if my dad hadn't been killed and yours hadn't been an asshole?"

"Maybe a little."

"Think we would've met still?"

His brow furrows as his cerulean blues meet her questioning mismatched orbs. "Do you have to ask that? Of course, we would've."

She hates to even think about them not finding each other. Being alone out there right now when they could've had this. The moments that brought them here were worth it, but there's still that what if inside her head that only he can calm. "But neither of us would've probably joined NCIS."

"No, but you would've become a medic or maybe a doctor and I would've become a teacher. We'd do that for a while until we realized it wasn't as fulfilling as we had hoped and then we both would've joined the Peace Corps."

"Oh?"

A smirk curls at his lips when the story beings to play out in his head and he sees the curiosity grow in his partner's eyes. "Yeah, your hut was right next to mine. You forgot your toothbrush and came over to ask me if I had an extra."

"And did you?"

"I may have, but I wanted something in exchange."

Kensi can't help the disgusted look on her face as she playfully shoves him, almost tipping them over in the process. "You're gross."

His eyes go wide as he tries to steady them to keep them from falling but can't help the laughter that escapes. "I wanted your extra jello cup."

"You hate jello."

"Yeah, but I know they'd eventually run out, and when they did…"

"You'd be there to save the day." A smile spreads to her lips, finishing his sentence.

"Jello cup in hand."

"Smooth." There's a beat of silence before she's hit with something else. A little challenge if you will."Okay, what about I'm a mechanic and you're a janitor."

"What, janitors don't need engine work?" Deeks' brow furrows once again, shrugging as if it's the easiest answer in the world.

"I'm a fighter jet pilot and you're a drug lord."

"A drug lord? Really?"

"I don't make the rules, baby."

Shaking his head in disbelief, a smile plays on Deeks' lips. "Fine. I hired you as my drug mule."

"What makes you think I would compromise my integrity and freedom for you?" She quirks her brow in question even though they both know he could turn her eventually, especially with his baby blues and fluffy hair.

"I can be very persuasive. Especially when I lavish you with your very own Hostess factory and your very own tank."

A bubble of laughter rises from her chest at the thought of driving into work in a tank just to go into a food coma once she steps inside the factory.

"I could do this all night, sweetheart."

"Funny, you said the same thing last night." She playfully pinches his side as a Cheshire cat-like grin spreads to her lips.

He gasps, affronted by the fact that she'd throw that back in his face. "Okay, that was a fluke. I got a cramp and you didn't seem to mind what I did in the meantime."

"Touché." She places a kiss on his cheek, her body humming with excitement at the memory. "Alright. What if you had stayed a stripper and I was a bounty hunter?"

It's his body's turn to hum with excitement at the images suddenly playing out before him. Already trying to figure out a way to talk his wife into a little role play. "Ooh, we have just entered R-rated territory now."

"How so?"

He turns his head, bringing his lips to her ear, sending a welcomed shiver down her spine. "You arrest me because you think I'm someone else and as an apology, you ride my dick until both of us are too sore to move. Love story writes itself."

The moan that escapes her lips can't be helped as he playfully nips her ear. "Mmmm. Tell me more."