Kensi squirmed at the tingle between her legs. Breathing deeply and stretching out, she felt his scruff scratch against the skin of her neck; his lips graze her chest, and his hands on her hips and legs. She arched her back up off the bed to press against him more, and felt… a ringing pain in her head.

She became aware of the soft light beating down on her eyelids, and was hesitant to open them. Slowly, she realized where she was. It was morning, and she was in bed. Correction: in her partner's bed. And was she? Yep. She was naked. Perfect, she thought sarcastically to herself with a groan.

The ache between her legs from whatever dream she was having had subsided, but was still there. Had they had sex last night? They must have. She honestly couldn't remember. But seeing how rumpled the sheets and pillows were, it was a safe bet that they had. One thing was conspicuously missing from the room, however, and that was Deeks. He was no where to be seen. But that wasn't a mystery she could solve immediately, as it was right then that she realized what had actually woken her up.

Gripped with the insuppressible urge to relieve her bladder, she trotted quickly to his bathroom on her tip toes. When she had finished, she looked in the mirror with bleary eyes as she washed her hands and lamented that she hadn't removed her makeup before bed last night. At least she hadn't worn too much. With the face washing soap on the vanity counter, she repaired what damage she could. Unsurprisingly, Deeks didn't have a comb sitting out, so she straightened her messy locks as best as she was able with her fingers. Her hair would have to remain a disaster for the time being. Her mouth had an awful taste in it, so she helped herself to a swish of his mouthwash. It was then that she noticed that the cup Deeks' toothbrush rested in had water in the bottom. In fact, the toothbrush itself was wet. Had he brushed his teeth before leaving? And she slept through all of that?

Not entirely sure what to do, she decided to put some clothes on. She spotted her jeans, socks and underwear on the floor of his bedroom, though, no sign of her shirt or bra. Tight jeans weren't too appealing to her at the moment, but she picked up her underwear. Ugh! They were still slightly damp. She already knew this, but could now confirm that she absolutely must have been hot and bothered last night.

Padding over to Deeks' dresser, she cautiously opened his top drawer. Bingo! It was his underwear drawer, and she picked out a looser pair of boxer shorts and a faded Clippers shirt to put on.

Now that she was a little bit more put together, Kensi didn't feel quite as hungover as she had initially thought. A snack might help her perturbed stomach while she looked for her still missing shirt and bra. She also wanted to search for her missing partner, and hoped she would find a clue as to where he had gone in the rest of his apartment.

She didn't have to look very hard. The sight that greeted her in the living room was her missing clothes crumpled on the floor and partially covered by his discarded shirt. Her shaggy partner, fast asleep on his couch, lay just beyond. He was wrapped up tightly in a blanket, with a bare leg and shoulder poking out. His jeans were draped neatly on the arm rest of the couch, and he had a half finished glass of water on the coffee table in front of him. He must have gotten up before her to brush his teeth and get some water. But why go back to sleep on the couch and not return to the bed with her? Did he think what had happened last night between them was weird? Did he regret it?

Kensi considered grabbing all her clothes, and making a break for it. But… how did she get here? She vaguely remembered a cab ride, so her car must still be down near the pier at that bar they had finished the night at.

She could run. She could never bring this up, and maybe they could pretend it didn't happen. But… what didn't happen? She wasn't sure what they had actually done last night, and that curiosity more than anything kept her from leaving.

She walked quietly over to the couch he was on and observed his soft breathing for a few moments. Then, she gently sat on a few unoccupied inches of the couch cushion. He didn't stir. Kensi reached for the glass of water on the coffee table and took a long sip. When she returned her attention to Deeks, his eyes were fluttering open.

He looked at her, then at his phone. Stretching out, he groaned, "Kens! It's like… seven in the morning. Why are you up?"

"I had to pee," she answered simply. "Why are you out here?"

"Hungover?" he asked with a knowing grin while nodding at the glass in her hand, completely passing over her second question.

"I'm not doing too bad, but truthfully? That might be because I'm still a tiny bit drunk," she admitted. Again she asked, "What are you doing on the couch and not in your bed?"

"You remember last night?" he inquired, a curious look on his disheveled morning face.

"Um… most of it?" she pondered, genuinely unsure of what she didn't remember. Somewhat fearfully, she asked him, "You?"

"Yup."

Kensi took a deep breath and held his gaze. There was really no way to beat around this bush. So quickly, she asked, "So did we… do it?"

"Do it?" He repeated, eyebrows raised and a slight smile.

"Deeks…" She sighed, in a tone of warning.

"We did… not," he said with finality.

Kensi let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She could honestly say that she wouldn't have been angry with him if they had, drunk as they both were. But she was relieved. A tiny bit disappointed, actually, but mostly relieved. She hadn't exactly been planning to sleep with him, but when faced with the prospect, she was sure that she would have preferred to actually be able to remember it.

"The last thing I remember is… being in bed… with you… and you getting up to go grab a condom," she told him. "So then what happened?"

"That's what you thought I was doing? I put you in bed to let you sleep it off," he explained, sitting up fully to recount the details of last night. "Admittedly, there was a lot of kissing and some groping, so I removed myself before it could go any further. It was already almost three, so by the time I finished brushing my teeth, you were out cold, naked on my bed… so I covered you up and came out here." He paused to watch her face, "How do you feel about that?"

Kensi didn't really know how she felt; she was at odds with herself. It occurred to her that she wished she had consumed just one less drink, then she might not have passed out. Were that the case, she would consider this a missed opportunity. After all, her partner was sexy as hell, and she'd be lying if she tried to deny that she'd fantasized about a few ways they could end up banging.

Deeks may be kind enough to have let her off the hook so far, but she still wanted to clear the air. So she answered him, "I'm making my mind up. If you remember all of last night—"

"Which I do," he confirmed.

"—Then there's no point in hiding from you the fact that I…—"

Interrupting at her pause, he suggested, "Tried to jump me?"

"—that I… wanted you," Kensi clarified.

"You were all over me," he agreed.

"But you resisted," she stated, a quizzical frown on her face.

Deeks nodded, "I did. With great difficulty."

"Because… you didn't want to…?" she asked.

"Ha! Nothing could be farther from the truth!" he declared.

"Then why?"

"Kens, I'm a cop, a lawyer, but most importantly, I like to think I'm a decent guy," he stated, running his hands through his messy hair. "Chivalry may be dead, but you still don't have sex with someone when they're as trashed as you were."

"Oh." Smiling softly she said, "Well, thanks."

"Of course," he smiled back.

She really had stumbled onto the sweetest guy. Sure, he was technically off limits. And sure, his rambling was obnoxious, but even that was growing on her. For all of his posturing, flirting, and statements Deeks made that tried to paint himself as some sort of player, he was surprisingly gentlemanly. And good lord, actual styled-by-pillow Deeks was somehow hotter than the version she saw at work every day. Unfortunately, just as Kensi had made up her mind that she for sure did want to have sex with him… maybe even more, she simultaneously came to the conclusion that this was not the time to do it. Impending hangover not withstanding, the timing was just wrong. Who knows though? They had the rest of the weekend to hang out and see what might happen.

Having decided on a course of action, she yawned genuinely before telling him, "I honestly don't feel like getting dressed and facing the world just yet. You mind if I sleep a bit more of this off and head back to bed?"

"Not at all," he agreed through a yawn of his own. "I'm going to do the same, since someone so rudely woke me up."

"Why don't you come with me?" she offered, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

Cocking his head to peer at her, he asked, "Seriously?"

"Deeks, this couch can't be too comfortable," Kensi insisted.

"It's not," he admitted. Sighing and looking at her suspiciously, he relented. "Fine. You've convinced me."

Deeks rose from the couch and headed back to his bedroom. He climbed under his covers, and scooted over to make room for Kensi, who had followed just behind him. Deeks lay on his back, then turned his head to look at her when she threw an arm over his torso, pressed her chest into his side, and nestled her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, so we're cuddling now too?" he asked, barely masking the amusement in his voice.

Kensi shrugged and replied, "You saw me naked and I grabbed your dick last night. I think we can handle this."

"In that case," he started to say in a low voice, his face only inches from Kensi's and his hot breath on her cheek. "Since this is a thing, would I be reaching too far if I asked for a kiss?"

Kensi hesitated. Kissing? When she recently decided that she actually did want to be near him, to touch him, to sleep with him, she had sort of forgotten about kissing. Sure, they had kissed last night. But that was drunken and sloppy. Doing so sober seemed so… intimate. But the more she thought about it, the less it scared her.

So, leaning closer to him, she nodded. Barely a second later, his lips met hers in a slow embrace, barely caressing hers. After a few seconds, she leaned into it more, opening her mouth slightly to capture his lips.

He moaned at the increase in intensity. "Hmmm. Minty."

"Mhhhh hmmm," she hummed in agreement.

Her arm found its way to his shoulder, and she pulled herself a little more on top of his chest. His hands came up to wrap around her waist before traveling up her back to tangle in her hair.

Deeks broke away to breathe deeply and inform her, "You keep doing that and we're going to end up where we left off last night."

"Good," Kensi replied quickly. She was already aware of that, and even hoping for it. "So what do you say we get on that before my headache turns into a full-on hangover?"

"So classy," he quipped, pulling her body entirely on top of his.

"You would know," she teased in turn before Deeks' kisses made her no longer able to use her mouth for talking.

"Nice shirt," he remarked as she sat up to remove the garment she had borrowed from his drawer.

As her breasts hung exposed, inches from his face, he had no further remarks. Instead, he sat up to take one of the soft mounds into his mouth, teasing the pink bud with his tongue. Kensi sighed and held on to him, pulling his head into her chest as he mouthed at her skin.

She had shifted entirely onto his lap, and now straddled his hips. His growing bulge was not at all subtle, and it rubbed against the ache between her legs that hadn't subsided since she woke up. Deeks was taking his time as he explored her body, but Kensi was impatient.

Reaching between them, her hands found the slit in his boxers and she tugged on his hardness beneath the soft skin. He hissed at the contact and immediately had difficulty focusing on what he had been doing. Kensi took advantage of his reaction and pushed him flat on the bed. Sliding her (actually his) boxers down her legs, she kicked them off while he started to do the same beneath her.

She shifted down the bed teasing the tight skin of his well defined chest with the tip of her tongue. She tried not to giggle when he squirmed as her tongue made contact with a nipple. The journey down his abs was quicker, as she was anxious to give her full attention to the throbbing cock that was growing noticeably from stiff to solid in her hand.

With one last look up at his dumbstruck face, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and firmly sucked him into her mouth. Releasing him with a swirl of her tongue and a pop, she licked him from base to tip and back down again.

Gently rolling his balls in one of her hands, she took his cock back into her mouth and bobbed up and down. When she added a second hand to work at his shaft, Deeks tensed and let out a heavy moan. But, he managed to keep his composure. He could only take about a minute more of this however, before he tugged on her arms and pulled her back up to his face.

She settled on top of him, and they continued to make out with all the sloppy fervor they had displayed last night. Then, quite suddenly, Deeks rolled out from beneath her and scurried to the bathroom.

"You're not running off to brush your teeth again?" she called out to him with a laugh.

"Ha ha. No." he answered as he returned to his bed with a condom in hand.

Kensi took a moment to really examine him as he rolled the rubber onto his cock. His dick stood erect on it's own and her anticipation grew when she saw how his girth stretched the condom that fit snuggly on his length.

Against her usual impulses, she allowed him to crawl on top of her and settle between her legs. With a tender look in his eyes, he brought his lips to hers again and captured them in a sweet kiss. She squirmed beneath him and he pressed his chest against hers, the movements making his cock slide between her anxiously wet folds and against her clit. She swiveled her hips to try and capture more of him. The pressure that had built up inside of her was insane, and she hadn't really even felt him yet.

Deeks looked at her longingly. But he also seemed amused, displaying his soft smile. When he was apparently satisfied with how riled up she was beneath him, he reached between their bodies and slid the tip of his cock into the tight entrance to her pussy, and slowly pushed in.

Kensi took a sharp breath and held it. Ready as she was for this moment, she was tight. Deeks held still and met her gaze with a look of concern.

"Kens?" he asked uncertainly.

She didn't respond out loud. Instead, she kissed his pouty lips and rolled her hips in an effort to help stretch out her inner muscles. Slowly, Deeks began to move within her again. Staying buried to the hilt, he rocked back and forth in short, deep thrusts.

Each time he pushed into her, he delved a little deeper. Her whole body rocked with his to a slow beat. At the end of each thrust, when he was buried all the way in, he added a little nudge with his hips that rubbed her in just the right way, and made her groan with her quickening breaths.

After a minute or two of this, the slickness of her excitement won out and Deeks was finally able to move with speed. With low grunts, he planted his knees on either side of her ass and plowed on. Kensi wrapped her legs around his lower back and her hands around his arms, and held on tightly as she felt him in all the right spots again and again.

The force from his efforts had caused him to lose traction, and so Deeks pulled out and shifted down the bed. Kensi was momentarily upset at the loss of his dick inside her, but she relaxed and let herself fall back on the bed again when she saw what he was doing.

With his face between her legs, he pressed his tongue against her clit hard, and lapped at the sensitive nub. The new sensation wasn't enough to add to the building pressure in her core, but damn did it feel good.

She struggled to keep from writhing too much at his ministrations. But soon, her oversensitivity threatened to consume her, and the ache in her pussy had grown to be too needy to ignore.

Tugging a little more forcefully on his hair than she had intended, she practically begged him, "Put it back in, Deeks!"

Returning to his knees, he slid his cock up and down her folds, coating the tip in her wetness again. Then with no further delay, he plunged back in and resumed his pace with speed.

Kensi put her feet on the bed so she could raise her hips up and down to meet his thrusts, and from the momentary pause in friction and the sensations of their new angle, she found herself quite suddenly at the height of a sensory overload.

Unable to reach his face or body, she threw her arms back to grab onto the pillow behind her and cried out as the waves of pleasure finally burst through. Spreading from the sensitive bud and the ring of nerves wrapped tightly around his cock, soon her legs and much of the rest of her body trembled and quaked in ecstasy.

Deeks had obviously felt her convulsions, and slowed his movements to bend over and engage her lips in a messy kiss as she rode through her high. He was breathing heavily himself, and his face and bulging muscles betrayed the strain as he struggled to keep his composure.

Kensi curled her fingers in his messy hair and spoke to him in a husky voice, "Deeks, don't hold back!"

He kissed her in response, and moaned his agreement against her lips. Rolling his hips into hers, he pushed in as deep as he could go. Within a minute, he had built up speed and Kensi could hardly distinguish individual feelings anymore; just the overwhelming combination of everything he was doing to her, and how her body was reacting to it.

The tingles and bursts of pleasure hadn't completely died down from before, but as his movements became more frantic, the sensation built up again. When he finally did let go and came, calling out her name and a few curse words, her fluttering inner muscles still dominated her attention.

Deeks' movements above her slowed then finally stopped as he continued to kiss her deeply. And then they were still.

Kensi found herself to be very satisfied and content, yet sad that it was over, and sad that he had gotten up right away to go clean up. She even caught herself thinking about what the next time might be like, before remembering that they hadn't really discussed what the future might hold.

His thoughts must have run parallel, because when he returned from the bathroom with a mischievous grin he asked, "So… about our thing?"

She managed to turn a sigh into a yawn, and responded, "Not now. No talking. Sleepy time now."

"How eloquent," he teased, curling up under the covers with her.

Agreeing, she mumbled into his neck, "Exactly."

"What?"

"Goodnight, Deeks," she answered with some finality.

"It's morning!" he reminded her. "And I still have so many questions."

"Yeah, no. You're going to have to wait until I'm fully awake again if you expect me to say more on this subject than I already have," she informed him. The headache was slowly returning, and she hoped to not still be awake when it hit in force.

Resigned, he sighed and held her tighter, "I suppose I'll have to live with that."

"Yes you will," she agreed, shifting to lay more comfortably in his arms. "But it'll work out, I'm sure. We'll be fine… Right?"

Smiling against her soft skin, he answered, "That's the plan."

A/N: As always, these things take off in different directions than I had planned. But by the time it occurred to me to steer it back, it was too late; I would have had to re-write it all. Instead, you get this version. And I get to add a few paragraphs to my "unused dribbles" document that accumulates such things for later use.

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