Author's note: I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters

Fatima and Rountree had been spending almost every night at each other's houses. They were beginning to sleep in the same bed, and even cuddle more times than not.

Fatima slipped out of his bedroom and smiled at him. Rountree's jaw dropped and he covered his eyes. Fatima rolled her eyes and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Why so nervous?" she asked.

"Um, I think you forgot something," he said, blushing furiously.

"It's okay. I didn't forget. I figured you would see this sooner or later, and I'm think we both would prefer it to be intentional," she said, sitting next to him.

"Um, are-are you sure? I don't want-"

"Hey. It's okay, for real. Don't act like you've never seen my hair before," she said gently.

"Yeah, but, but this is real life! It-It feels so wrong!" he protested.

"It's not wrong. It would be wrong if you made me take it off. I know you would never do that. I chose to," she said gently. She took his hand and gently ran it through her hair. His eyes were wide with curiosity. "Maybe tonight you can help me wash it," she said sweetly.

"No! No, Fatima, I'm not getting in the shower with you. I don't care if you think you're ready!" he all but yelled.

"No! No, no. We still aren't showering together. I meant like you can help me wash my hair over the tub. Like I'm bent backwards over the tub," she quickly explained. Rountree agreed and pulled her close.