And so the story continues.
"Come on, just meet the guy." Kensi walks in step with her partner through the halls of HQ, trying to do a little more persuading.
The brunette looks at her partner in annoyance. "You haven't even met him."
She really hates that she's turned into one of those women that seems to think that she needs to set up her single friends with her husband's single friends. Although it technically wasn't even her idea. "I know, I know, but Marty has and he seems to think you and James would really hit it off." They reach their desk and Kensi uses her last line of defense. Something she learned from her husband. "Come on. It's just one dinner at our house."
Talia sees the pleading in those big brown doe eyes that belong to her best friend and can't help but give in. "Fine, but if this bombs then never again."
The mother to be pumps her fist in the air enthusiastically. "Yes! I'll let Marty know."
She looks across into the living room a smile playing at her face as she watches the two in an animated conversation. Her heart warms as Talia playfully swats at James' arm.
"Go ahead. You can say it." He slides up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. A smirk plays at his lips as he nuzzles her neck.
"Say what?"
"You were right, Marty. They did hit it off."
The brunette rolls her eyes at his smugness and leans back into his chest as his arms wrap further around her. "I never said you were wrong."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it."
"So what if I was?"
"It still counts."
"Fine." She spins around in his arms, pressing herself against him as much as her semi protruding belly will allow. "You were right, baby."
His brow pinches in confusion at her declaration. "Weird."
"What?"
"I thought being right would feel different than this."
"I can make you feel different alright." The spark in her mismatched chocolate orbs does its intended job. She feels the shiver run through his body and sees his answering smile.
"What did you hav-"
She cuts him off with her lips. Pouring her love into their embrace, their guest in the other room long forgotten.
The resounding laughter coming from the living room forces them to pull back. Marty feels her stomach press further into his and can't help the goofy grin that crosses his face. "How's pipsqueak treating you?"
At the feel of his callused hand rubbing against where their baby is taking shelter for 29 more weeks. "Pretty good today. I haven't thrown up at all. No nausea."
"I'm glad. You just entered your second trimester so it should be easing up a bit."
"Thank god for that."
He brings his forehead to rest against hers, his hands making their way under the hem of her blouse, rubbing the small of her back in hopes to rid any pain she may have. "I'm sorry."
"What on earth do you have to be sorry for?"
"You having to deal with all this sickness and aching and all I can do is sit there and watch."
"Hey, you take good care of me."
"Yeah, but still."
Of course she could do without the scattered hormones and constant aching but having this baby - their baby is most definitely worth it. Even though he can't go through this part of the pregnancy, him just being there constantly by her side means so much to her. "How about you just continue to love me and take care of me?"
"Deal."
A blush rises to Talia's cheeks as she catches the couple in an intimate moment. She shares a smile with the red head as he walks up behind her. "Hey, guys, we're gonna head out."
Kensi presses her forehead against his chest, the heat spreading from her neck to her face. He's so good at diverting her attention that Marty Deeks. So much so that she almost forgot about their company still being here. "Okay, are you sure you don't want any dessert?"
"We're actually going to get our own dessert near the beach."
She moves out of his embrace and over towards her partner, hugging her goodbye. "I bet you are."
"Shut up."
The men exchange handshakes as the women say their goodbyes. Being the good hosts that they are, the couple walks their friends and their new budding romance to the front door. "Have fun you two."
She turns around, biting her lip when the vehicles drive out of site. "I'm glad they're not staying for dessert."
Once the door's shut he grabs her by the waist and pushes her against the wall. "Why is that?"
Kensi's fingers find their way under his button up and dance across his abs, earning a shudder from him. "Because now we can finally get back to the conversation we were having this morning when I found that old home movie of yours."
"No, I'm not gonna do it."
"Please, baby….for me?"
He shakes his head profusely, hoping that as he does so her big brown doe eyes won't have their usual effect on him. "Not gonna happen."
"Oh, oh man."
Marty's eyes go wide in panic as he watches her bend over, her hand going straight to her abdomen. "What? Baby, what?"
"I don't know I'm starting to feel a little sick."
He takes hold of her arm and guides her to the couch, startled by the sudden paleness that's gracing her features. "What do you need?"
"I'm not sure." A look crosses over her face in realization. "Actually, I can think of one thing you can do that might help."
"Anything."
"I wanna hear you sing."
Marty's lips pinch when he realizes he's just been had. "Damn you, Kensi Marie Deeks."
Unbothered by using her pregnancy to get her way with her husband, she bites her lip as he pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. The deep steady gaze of his cerulean blues as the tone of his voice carries a soft melody to her ears would definitely impregnate her if she weren't already.
I'm gonna love you like nobody will
Under the rainbow and over the hill
I'll show you a world where time can stand still
If you'll let me
Cause money can buy me a diamond that fades
But ours is a love story for every age
I'll be the writer, and you'll be my page
If you let me
He scooches over to the corner of the couch, pulling her into his lap. His eyes lock onto hers once again as she burrows into him, the feeling of contentment and safety that's always there when they're together ever so present.
It doesn't matter where we are
Stuck in the rain in central park
Driving down sunset boulevard
If you're there in my arms
It doesn't matter where we go
East Tennessee or Tokyo
I'm not a foreigner, I'm home
When you're there in my arms
A/N: The song is My Arms by Johnnyswim. Also if any of you have some suggestions or request send them my way! Thanks for reading!
