A/N: And the chapter that many of you have been waiting for. Thanks for patiently waiting for its return and all your kind and supportive comments. I love reading them!
There is a considerable amount of adult content here. So yes, rated M for the last section.
"So, where are you taking me?" Kensi asked Deeks as he took her hand and helped her out of his Porsche. She'd nearly drooled when she saw it, the shiny silver finish gleaming under the garage lights. The whole time Deeks was driving, she'd been itching to take a turn behind the wheel.
"It's a surprise," Deeks answered with a smug grin. Despite all her pleading and nagging, he'd refused to tell her where they were going for their first date. The only hint he would give was that the restaurant in question required semi-formal dress.
Kensi might have gone a bit overboard on that front, choosing a slim black, knee-length dress with straps that crisscrossed in the back in an intricate design. The fabric clung to her every curve. She'd paired it with simple black stilettos which were worth the pain to see the look on Deeks' face when he first saw her.
His eyes were on her now as they walked across the street, his gaze clearly appreciative.
"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Kensi felt her cheeks flush at his compliment and was grateful for the dim light of sunset. Deeks could be especially effusive when he wanted to and it always caught her off guard.
"You did, but I don't mind reminders. I might have borrowed it from wardrobe, she said, pausing in the middle of the busy sidewalk and turning to face Deeks. She reached out and straightened the collar of his blue button down, taking a long look of her own. "And you look pretty good too."
She started to drop her hand, but Deeks caught at it, threading his fingers through hers. Again, the casual intimacy surprised her. It was nice though; as much as she wasn't used to touching someone in a way that didn't involve a certain amount of violence or practicality.
"Isn't Hetty super protective of the clothes she gives you?" he asked as they started walking again. "She seemed like she was about to burst a vessel when my blood got all over the shirt I wore undercover."
"Oh, she is." It had required no small amount of subterfuge to sneak the dress out and not be caught by Hetty, or anyone else. "But it's worth it."
"I'm touched that you would risk Hetty's wrath for me," Deeks said as they crossed a street, giving Kensi's hand another squeeze.
"I'm still not convinced you're not taking me to Alejandro's and this isn't some elaborate scheme to throw me off track," Kensi said, glancing up at him. His face was highlighted by streetlights and the glow from restaurant windows, but she could see he was smiling.
"Then we would both be wildly overdressed," Deeks replied, glancing down at her dress again.
"So is this some exclusive four star restaurant that only the rich and famous can get in?" Deeks chuckled at that.
"I would certainly give it four stars, but I don't know that it's been given an official rating. You should know by now that I don't really pay much attention to those kinds of things. Although, I think you'll be impressed."
"Mm, I do have high standards," Kensi agreed. This time Deeks snorted.
"Yeah, I've seen you eat pizza we forgot on the counter the next day and twinkies with suspicious best buy dates," he reminded her.
"That was one time!"
"It's ok, I still think you're cute," he said casually, winking at her. If it was any other guy, Kensi would have punched him by now, but instead she found herself fighting back a grin.
"That was the best risotto I've ever had," Kensi told Deeks as a waiter silently removed her plate, the final in a third course meal. As he'd predicted, the meal was excellent. It was a small, intimate restaurant with about 15 tables.
"And you haven't even had desert yet," he teased.
"Please tell me they have tiramisu?" she demanded and Deeks grinned at her predictable reaction. She didn't even care. He knew all about her love of anything sweet and by now she'd gotten over any self-consciousness.
"Yes, they have tiramisu." Still smiling, he reached out and brushed a curl back from her face. Before he could pull back completely, Kensi slid her fingers through his again. She enjoyed the way his hand easily engulfed hers, always warm and gentle, but capable of so much strength.
"What's on your mind?" Deeks asked, gazing at her fondly as their waiter discretely placed the promised tiramisu between them and left again.
Deeks had been pretty open as usual, answering most of her questions without hesitation. So far she'd learned several new intriguing facts about him, including that he had several different part time jobs to support himself through college, had gotten into all manner of trouble with his self-described best friend Ray and played the violin.
The last one was particularly intriguing to Kensi and she was already debating how she could convince him to give her a private concert.
"When did you first realize you wanted to be a lawyer?" she asked, resting her chin on her palm. Deeks took a sip of his wine-a Cabernet that was way out of Kensi's price range-considering her question. She wondered if this was a question he would decide not to answer, which happened every so often when she unwittingly strayed too close to whatever boundaries he kept in place.
He ate a bite of the desert and then pushed the plate closer to her, leaning closer. There was less than a foot between them now, the scent of him, intoxicatingly warm and familiar, drifting across to her. Kensi found it difficulty concentrate on what he was saying.
"I guess the short answer is saw someone I cared about get overlooked by the legal systems. I figured that if I became a lawyer, I could make sure that didn't happen to any more people," Deeks told her with a self-deprecating laugh. "I was a little more idealistic and stupid then."
"Maybe it is idealistic, but to me it sounds like you just wanted to help people and I can't fault you for that," she said, her affection for him nearly overwhelming.
"I feel like you've been asking all the questions tonight," he said, tilting his head at her. Kensi's eyes dropped to his mouth, the warmth of the wine and his touch making her feel a little reckless.
"Well, I find you very interesting." Kensi scooted her chair closer, leaning in towards him and kissed his cheek, letting her nose brush across his jaw. It was a fairly innocent touch, but Deeks shivered all the same.
"Agent Blye, are you trying to seduce me?" Deeks asked her. Just in case there was any doubt, she smoothed her hand up his thigh, allowing her fingers to brush along his inseam. She heard his breath catch as she kept her hand in place. Pulling back, she looked him directly in the eye and said,
"Take me home." Her voice was dark with need and she saw his pupils widen.
He didn't ask whose home, but tossed his napkin on the table, pausing briefly to discreetly rearrange his pants.
"I'll go pay our check."
Deeks closed the door behind Kensi, flipping on a light, and turned to her. It had been nearly impossible to keep her hands to herself during the drive back to his house, but she hadn't wanted to distract him. Her entire body was practically vibrating with desire.
"Do you want–" he didn't get a chance to finish his question as she surged towards him, kissing him with everything she had. Deeks made an agreeable sound in the back of his throat, not resisting when she spun them around, pushing him back against a wall. His back hit it a little harder than she'd intended, but Deeks didn't complain.
Following her lead, Deeks grasped her waist, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She gasped against his mouth, stilling for a second as she was assaulted with sensation.
"I've been thinking about this all night," she whispered, yanking his tie loose from his collar. Deeks made a hoarse sound, too busy kissing beneath her jaw to respond.
The top button of his shirt had popped open, revealing a tantalizing patch of his skin. Kensi tugged at the rest of the buttons, her eagerness making her reckless. When she had them all undone, she spread the fabric open, her breath leaving her for a moment.
His skin was golden and warm, stretched over perfectly formed muscles. She'd spent many hours imagining Deeks without a shirt on and reality was even better. She smoothed her hands down his chest, pausing at his abs. She explored the hard plane, her fingertips brushing over each muscle.
Deeks must have liked what she was doing because he slid his hands down her butt and gripped her thighs. Hard. Wherever he touched left a fiery imprint which only increased the overwhelming desire running through her body.
Kensi bucked against Deeks, needing to feel more, to feel him. His erection pressed into her thigh, just missing where she wanted him most.
Deeks smoothed the dress up her thighs, the fabric bunching up before it reached her hips.
"I know I said I liked this dress before," Deeks said, panting lightly. "But, mmm" he paused to nip at her collar bone. "I really hate it right now."
Laughing breathlessly at the sincerity in his voice, Kensi curled her finger in his hair as he kissed the top of one breast.
"Rip it," she told him, just as desperate to get the stupid thing off.
"What will Hetty say?" Deeks asked. It surprised her that he could even think of something like that right now. All her attention was on his hands and mouth and other unclothed parts of him.
"I don't care. She can dock my pay." Deeks took her at her word, tugging more insistently at the dress with one hand while other eased the fabric away from one breast.
A sudden loud and unwanted ringing filled the air and Kensi bit out a harsh expletive. Deeks slowly lifted his head, looking very reluctant to stop.
"It's my phone," she said unnecessarily, still clinging to Deeks. God, he looked absolutely delicious; his lips slightly swollen and hair completely wrecked. For a moment, Kensi actually considered ignoring the call. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to finish.
But she didn't want their first time to be rushed. She wanted to spend the whole night with Deeks and take all the time she wanted. With a resigned sigh, she loosened her hold on his hair, starting to lower her legs. Looking equally disappointed, Deeks helped her down.
Moving on slightly unsteady legs, she went in search of her purse. She didn't remember dropping it anywhere, but found it near the door and grabbed her phone which showed a missed call and a text from Eric.
"Everything ok?" Deeks asked, coming up behind her. Even with a few inches between them, his presence was still overwhelming and Kensi held back a shiver of need.
"Yeah, it's just-ok, you need to put a shirt on." She'd turned around to find Deeks' chest directly at eye level, seeming to taunt her. Against her will, her eyes dropped down to his waist and then lower. There was still a definite bulge tenting the front of his jeans.
Rolling his eyes, but looking vaguely pleased, he retrieved his shirt and slipped it on. He didn't button it though, which was almost worse. Kensi tried to straighten her dress, but she was pretty sure she looked exactly like someone who'd been making out against a wall.
Deeks checked his own phone, which he'd apparently put on vibrate and made a face.
"I got a call too. This sucks," he said, sighing and ruffling his hair. It only made it worse and Kensi smirked at him, walking over to him. She pulled his hand away and started separating the strands into his normal style.
"I need to go home," she said, leaning in to kiss him. Deeks held her against him for a moment before he let go and she reluctantly stepped back. "I'll see you at work. And we will finish this."
Deeks managed a small grin at that and nodded.
"I'm counting on it."
A/N: Please don't hate me.