AN: Happy Hump-Day, y'all! As promised, here's some pointless fluff for you. I have no idea where it came from. Slight spoilers for 767 (8x19), with canon-compliant (read: engaged and totally in love) Densi.
Though it wasn't the intent, this little ficlet conveniently answers the question of why Kensi was sleeping on the left side of the bed in 767 (even though if you look carefully, her alternator is on the nightstand on the right side, plus there's a scarf of some sort hanging from the headboard on that side) when she proclaimed in Neighborhood Watch (3x22) that she could only sleep on the right side. You're welcome, show. As a thank-you, how about part ownership?
Deeks returned from a mid-night trip to the bathroom to find Kensi holding the covers up for him to slip back under. "Thanks, babe," he whispered. "I tried not to wake you."
"'S'okay," she mumbled her assurances. As Deeks took his place in bed, Kensi slid her right arm across his chest and her leg up and over his thigh, where they had been before he got up.
"It was hard not to, though, with you splayed all over me."
Two, maybe three beats passed before Kensi spoke, very clearly this time. "Alright, now I'm awake. And that sounds an awful lot like a complaint." She propped her head up on her other hand and glared at her fiancé.
"No, no, no," Deeks said quickly, "That was most certainly not a complaint. More an observation…about how you used to sleep like Patrick, taking up all four quadrants of the bed. And now you're attached to me like Squidward."
"Are you seriously comparing me to SpongeBob SquarePants characters?"
"Maybe? But again, so not a complaint. Actually, I kind of like it. I mean, even while you sleep, your body can't stay away from mine." Deeks leaned over and kissed the tip of Kensi's nose.
"Ha. Maybe I'm just trying to get back on the right side of the bed, since you so rudely co-opted it."
"I seem to recall someone reluctantly agreeing to try the left side when she was having trouble sleeping all those months ago. Oh! And I also recall she was able to sleep better there."
"Yeah, well, that's still my side of the bed. I just sleep on this side," Kensi said begrudgingly.
"I beg to differ, Sleeping Beauty. You end up on my side, literally. You hang on the right half of my body, just like you're doing now. One leg over my muscular thigh and an arm on my well-defined six-pack. You tend to rest your cheek against my shoulder, but sometimes, if I move my arm out of the way, you come right in and use my chest as a pillow, and the scent of your hair follows me into dreamland." He dropped a kiss on her temple and sighed, "I really enjoy that."
Kensi gave a half-hearted eye-roll, but Deeks continued, "Of course, that's only when I lie on my back. When I'm on my stomach, you do the same thing on my left side but, you know, your arm runs along my chiseled back and your fingers usually end up in my glorious locks. Nothing to complain about there either," he winked, picking up her hand and lightly brushing his lips from her wrist to her elbow.
Kensi shuddered a little and started to disengage from him, but Deeks followed.
He turned onto his side to face her and settled an elbow on her hip, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt to gently trace patterns on her soft skin. "If I'm lying on my right side, like this, you usually park your foot between my calves, tuck your hand beneath the waistband of my boxers, and burrow your head into the crook of my neck." Deeks ducked his head to press a lingering kiss to Kensi's lips, then murmured, "A huge turn on, by the way."
Taking advantage of Kensi's dazed silence, Deeks went on, "And finally, when I'm on my left side, you get to be the big spoon. You slide one of your arms under my shirt and do that tickle-scratch thing I love so much, and your breath warms my back while your cold feet rub against my legs as you mold yourself around my…Firm. Taut. Butt."
Deeks overenunciated the last three words, bringing Kensi out of her stupor and making her chuckle. "You're so ridiculous."
"But correct. Face it Fern, you cannot keep your hands, or any part of you for that matter, off this bodacious bod."
Kensi wouldn't deny it, but that didn't mean she had to admit it. "You know, the same can be said for you."
"When do you give me the chance, Squiddy?"
"When I'm on my right side, turned away from you."
"Oh, you mean when you're bumping booties with me?"
"I do not!"
"You do too! I can't believe I forgot about that, because even then, your titillating tushy is touching my tuchus and you tangle our tootsies together. And just to be clear, that's still not a complaint."
"Then how is it I find myself being the little spoon sometimes?"
Deeks thought for a moment. "You know, that's a good question. Since I am a detective, I think I'll detect just a bit." He rolled Kensi over and onto her right side, moving her away from him so their bodies no longer touched.
Kensi felt him toss and turn around several times, all the while muttering, "No…nope…that's not good…whoa, that's just all kinds of bad," before the bed shook a final time and Deeks' arm draped over her waist.
He pulled Kensi toward him again, so that her entire length was flush against him, her back to his front. Deeks kissed her shoulder before nestling his chin on it, and ran his hand down her arm to weave their fingers together. "Okay. Brilliant detective that I am, I figured it out."
"And?"
"It would seem that for as much as you obviously crave my body against yours when we're sleeping, I need us to be touching too. It just doesn't feel right otherwise. So when there is no contact, my subconscious mind takes matters into my own hands, literally."
She wasn't sure he'd ever said anything sweeter. Between Deeks' flirtatious talk and enticing kisses, Kensi needed no further seduction. She reached behind her, immediately zeroing in on the target her very conscious mind wanted. "I can take things into my own hands too, you know" she whispered.
Deeks groaned and nipped Kensi's earlobe, loving the shiver it sent down her body. "You'll get no complaints from me, Squidward."
AN2: Thanks to Kitty and Stef. They know why.