A/N: A few people requested a follow up to my story for "Perception". Specifically, with Kensi and Deeks switching places.
Click. Click. Something bright flashed across Deeks' face, and he grimaced, squeezing one eye open enough to see Kensi hovering over him.
"Kens, wha' are you doing?" he mumbled, rolling on his back. The bed sheet twisted around him, and he tugged at until it was less constrictive As his vision cleared, he realized Kensi held her phone, leveled in his direction.
"Taking my turn," she answered, shifting back, gaze focused on the phone. She bit down on her lower lip, concentrating on the screen for a moment before there was a third click of a picture being snapped. Kensi smiled at it for a second, apparently pleased with her work. "For taking dirty pictures," she clarified, peeking around her phone to flash him a grin.
"While I was sleeping?" He brushed a handful of hair out of his eyes and pushed himself up on his forearms, arching an eyebrow at Kensi.
She kneeled at the foot of the bed, the long lines of her legs extending from beneath her usual sleep shorts. She was also wearing a silky looking camisole he didn't remember her putting on last night. Suddenly he felt wide awake.
"Mm, you're very sexy when you're asleep." Her eyes drifted over his bare chest. "With the sun shining on you, you looked like the centerfold from Playgirl," Kensi added, sighing dreamily.
"Oh really?" Levering himself upward, Deeks leaned close enough that he could see the different colors of Kensi's irises. The sheet fell to his waist, pooling in his lap; he didn't miss the way her eyes immediately followed its descent. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and when she looked back up, her pupils were wide and a deep black.
He settled his palms just above her hips, grinning up at her.
"I thought that was my line." he said, letting his hands drift lower. Kensi shifted them back up with an admonishing look.
Deeks made a soft whine of protest, attempting to cup her breasts instead. This time she moved away completely, but he managed to sneak a glancing kiss to her neck before she was out of reach.
"Ah-ah, you just lay back and look pretty," Kensi instructed with another mischievous grin. She was obviously enjoying her role as director and bossing him around. Deeks found he didn't mind at all. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to be completely docile.
Running his hands through his hair, he held the pose for a few extra seconds, flexing his muscles. Kensi pretended to ignore him in favor of taking a few more pictures. By now, she had more than enough to make up for his own photoshoot.
"So, how come I've never heard about you reading Playgirl before?" he asked, laying back down again. He didn't bother to fix the sheet which now rested precariously low on his hips.
"I have to keep a couple little secrets," Kensi teased, shifting closer again. "And I don't know if "read" is the right word. Devour seems more appropriate."
"Ooh, do tell."
"Mm, I think that might get you a little too hot and bothered." In direct contrast to her words, Kensi trailed a single finger up his sternum. When she reached the hallow of his throat, she worked her way back down again. A harsh breath hissed from between his teeth as Kensi slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and cupped him with her other hand.
"Oh my god, Kensi," he groaned, arching into her touch. She just smiled, continuing to stroke the soft skin of his lower stomach. It was delightful torture.
"One thing I do remember, though, is that the guy in the centerfold was always naked," she said, eyes trailing over her chest and torso, before settling on the obvious bulge beneath her hand. Giving him a pointed, playful glance, she slid her hands free.
"No, Kensi, Baby, don't stop," he protested, quickly sitting up again. Kensi gave him a gentle shove, briefly crawling on top of him. Her hair swept over him as she bent to whisper in his ear.
"You think you can recreate one of those pictures for me?"
"Anything you want," he gasped hoarsely. Kensi grinned, covering his mouth with a kiss that set his entire body before reaching for her phone again.
Deeks held her gaze as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shifted it a half inch. He kept the pose for several seconds, drawing the moment out until Kensi's cheeks were flushed a deep red. She hastily jabbed at her phone without looking.
Lifting his hips slightly, pulling his boxers past his hips. Kensi made a low, wanting sound in the back of her throat.
"Maybe this can be a couples shoot," she muttered, dragging her top off. It fluttered to the ground as she climbed on top of him again.
A/N: I feel like I'm so out of practice with writing smut (if I ever was any good). Hope you enjoy, nonetheless.