Before she has a chance to respond, Deeks spins Kensi to face him then walks them backward until her hips press into the counter-top. Leaning down to nuzzle her neck, he pulls the bowl of chocolate heaven closer to them. As her head tips back, Deeks dips his fingers into the creamy frosting, then slowly spreads it down her neck. Starting at her collarbone, he licks and sucks his way back up to her jaw, getting lost in the delicious combination of sugar and delicate skin.

Kensi's breath hitches as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot. "Deeks…" she breathes, trying to get his attention. He reluctantly pulls his mouth away from her neck, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. She smirks up at him, pointing at his nose, "You kinda got a little…" She kisses his nose softly, then his mouth. He hungrily responds to her, running his tongue along her lower lip in attempt to deepen the kiss.

He feels her mumble against his lips; "Bedroom..." is what he thinks she says. He breaks the kiss, adamantly shaking his head. Tracing the outline of a bra strap, he follows it down, then up and over the curve, brushing against the swell of her breast. His voice is low and husky as vivid memories flash through his mind. "Ever since that afternoon a month or so ago when you first surprised me with your cornflower blue lacy things,* I can't walk into this kitchen without getting hard." Licking his lips, he stares down at her, "We're doing this here."

Yanking his shirt up and over his head, he tosses it to the floor, then does the same with Kensi's. He reaches around to her ponytail, carefully pulling the band from her hair, freeing her long dark waves to cascade down over her shoulders. Skimming his hands down her arms to her waist, he tugs on her yoga pants, pulling them down her long legs and helping her step out of them.

Encircling her in his arms, he dips his mouth to her shoulder, planting kisses as his hands ghost up her back. His fingers search for and then unhook the clasp of her bra. He tugs the material away from her skin, revealing her perfect breasts and already hard nipples. He openly stares at her; no matter how many times he's seen her naked, he always finds himself completely captivated.

He hears Kensi clear her throat, snapping him out of his daze and he looks up to see amusement shining in her eyes. She softly runs her fingers all over his bare chest, teasing and tickling him, but also distracting him. And he's not going to be sidetracked by the very woman he's about to coat in chocolate frosting and then lick clean.

Grasping her wrists, he sweeps her arms slightly behind her, placing her hands on the edge of the counter-top. "You need to keep your hands to yourself, Miss Blye," he playfully admonishes her.

Hooking his fingers into the top of her panties, he tugs at them, ever so slowly sliding them down her legs. He crouches down as he continues to tug the material down further, finally removing them from around her feet.

Lifting his head, Deeks finds himself eye level with her naked, perfectly waxed pussy. He blows a breath of air directly on her core, just to tease her. But when he hears a deep groan come from above, he absolutely has to taste her now. Grabbing her hips, he buries his nose in her smooth skin while expertly thrusting his tongue between her already wet folds. Drawing his tongue upward slowly until he reaches her clit, he flicks against it over and over until he feels her tense under his hands.

Pulling away, he moves to stand up, gliding his fingers up her smooth, toned legs. Grasping her thighs, Kensi lets out a high-pitched yelp as he smoothly picks her up and places her on the counter-top. She manages to breathe, "You're such a tease" as he steps between her legs. Leaning down close to her ear, he nibbles on her earlobe, murmuring back, "I always deliver. You should know that by now."

With a devilish grin, Deeks reaches into the bowl again. He traces a path of the sugary treat across one side of her collarbone to the other, feeling her body shiver at his touch. Breathless gasps escape her mouth as his frosting-covered fingers travel down the valley between her breasts. Scooping up more frosting, he skillfully paints each breast, drawing tighter and tighter circles until he reaches her nipples, adding an extra thick layer of chocolate to each tight pink bud.

Admiring his work,he teases, "Jack Dawson's got nothing on me. I mean, you painted with chocolate frosting...it's a masterpiece."Glancing up at Kensi, he's not even sure she heard him. Her eyes are blazing with desire but she seems lost in a daze already. Somehow she manages to lock eyes with him and he watches as she arches backward, placing her full weight on her one hand as she brings the other up to tangle in his hair.

Just as he's about to remind her about keeping her hands to herself, she impatiently tugs on his curls and growls his name. He knows she won't beg, at least not yet, but he can't keep teasing her; she'll eventually take charge if he doesn't act soon.

He lets Kensi tug his head closer to her chocolate coated body and his tongue finds her skin again, licking the path of frosting that stretches across and down her chest. She arches into him and her fingers thread through his hair as he moves his mouth to her breast. His tongue traces the circles his fingers painted on her moments ago. Closer and closer his tongue spirals, but just as he's about to reach her nipple, he pulls back and travels over to her other breast.

Kensi whines impatiently above him, yanking a bit harder on his locks, but he ignores her for now. He hears her mutter, "fucking tease," and he smirks against her skin as he continues to lick circles round and round. As he closes in again on her nipple, he finally lightly flicks his tongue across the thick layer of frosting, but he barely grazes her tip.

As he pauses to savor the sweetness of the frosting melting in his mouth, Kensi impatiently tugs him back into her soft curves, growling, "Come. On. Deeks." He's well aware he's teasing her, but he also knows exactly what she wants. And he finally gives it to her as he fully closes his mouth around her tight bud. Greedily he sucks at her warm flesh while rolling his tongue across the taut peak. And Kensi's low, needy moan turns into a gasp as he carefully bites down on the sensitive skin. Releasing her with a pop, he repeats his erotic assault on her other nipple.

Leaving her breasts, he peppers kisses all along her naked skin as he makes his way back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply. Kensi responds with fierce passion, kissing him just as deeply, greedily devouring the taste of the rich chocolate frosting on his tongue.

She whimpers as he pulls his mouth from hers and with her eyes still closed, she reaches blindly for his belt buckle. Her shaky hands tug desperately at it as soon as she grasps it. But Deeks grabs her hands and again returns them to the counter-top. "I'm not finished with you yet," he softly growls against her neck.

Using his mouth to continue tormenting her body, he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down her taut stomach, stopping to circle her belly button with his tongue. His kisses trail lower still, inching closer and closer to the smooth silky skin and her wet heat.

His hands follow in his mouth's wake, fingertips skimming over soft skin, then gliding along her slender legs. As Deeks kneels down in front of Kensi, he lifts her shaky legs and places her feet on his shoulders.

Before sinking his tongue into her again, he sneaks a glance at her. This is one of his most favorite views of Kensi, looking up at her from between her thighs, watching her head fall back in abandon as his mouth and tongue work to bring her to ecstasy.

Desperate to taste her again, he parts her folds with his fingers and drags his tongue along the length of her wet, smooth skin. Up and down he licks, over and over, stopping to push his tongue into her entrance just often enough to tease her.

Kensi's hips rise and fall in rhythm with his tongue and her moans grow stronger as he continues to lick her. She gasps loudly as his tongue flicks over her clit and he inches a finger into her wet heat. One of her hands reaches out to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as she writhes almost uncontrollably.

Her legs begin to shake as he pushes a second finger into her, deep. His tongue continues to pulse and swirl around her clit and he feels her clench around his fingers as they methodically stroke her walls. He knows she's close; he bites gently down and she comes, hard and loud with a deep rolling groan.

Softly rubbing circles with his thumb where his tongue had just been, he helps her ride out the ebbing waves. She releases her hold on his hair, letting Deeks rise to his feet. Leaning down to wrap her in his arms, he pulls her up and holds her still shaking body against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

Breathing deeply, he's honestly content right now. Not fully satisfied of course, and he's got a raging hard on to prove it. But he's just fulfilled a fantasy he didn't even know he had. Licking frosting off Kensi's body and then pleasuring her to orgasm was one of the most erotic experiences of his life. He's pretty sure neither one of them will forget their first Valentine's any time soon.

As he feels Kensi's breathing start to even out and senses that she's finally returned to the present, he pulls back slightly to look at her. She's slowly coming out of her post-orgasm daze; her cheeks are flushed and a lazy smile plays at her lips.

But as she catches his gaze, her eyes quickly flash with lust and her hands dart out to his belt, unbuckling it quickly and tearing his jeans open. Shoving his jeans along with his boxers down past his hips, letting them gather at his feet, she reaches out to grasp him. Evidently Kensi's not finished making memories.

"A little greedy, are we," he gasps. He's reeling a little at how quickly she's turned the tables on him. But her slender fingers wrapped around his hard member and her seductive voice purring, "It's your turn now," has him catching up quickly.

She starts to stroke him; her fingers gliding down his silky skin sends shock waves through his body. Reaching his tip, she squeezes, using one finger to slowly spread the escaping beads of moisture. He groans as she licks her lips; she's staring intently at his fully engorged cock and he hears her murmur, "I didn't get to lick anything yet."

That does it; as amazing as it is when she uses her hands on him, stroking and pumping a steady rhythm, or when her mouth surrounds him, sucking hard and taking him all in, that's not what he wants right now.

"Do you think you can stand?" he rasps out.

Biting her lower lip, she nods her head as she looks up at him, "Yeah I think so…"

That's all he needs to hear. He pulls Kensi's hand off his dick and her ass off the counter-top, planting her feet on the floor. Quickly stepping out his jeans and boxers, he spins her around, gathering her flush up against his chest. His hands glide up her body to palm her breasts, which are still slightly messy from the frosting. Greedy fingers massage her flesh, pulling and twisting her nipples; the delicate touch of earlier is gone, replaced by urgency.

Kensi's arm winds up his body, her hand coming to rest at the nape of his neck. Pulling on his curls, his lips are brought down to meet hers in a searing kiss. She opens her mouth and Deeks wastes no time slipping his tongue in to meet hers. When her ass wiggles against his erection, he can't wait any longer.

Removing her hand from his neck, he places both of her hands back on the counter-top and leans her forward. Grabbing her hip tightly with one hand, he uses his other to run a finger through her folds. Damn, she's wet and ready again. He grabs his cock and guides it to her entrance, teasing for a moment.

She whines impatiently, and they both groan loudly as Deeks fully pushes into her with one stroke. His hand moves to grab her other hip and he holds on to her tightly as he begins to thrust. She pushes back against him, inviting him deeper into her tight heat, over and over.

He's so close to rocketing over the edge, and he can hear Kensi is, too. Her breathless gasps and deep moans are coming closer and closer together. And she's stopped pushing back against him, letting him have full control of the pace. In the midst of his relentless thrusts, he spots her hand slipping down between her thighs. Leaning into her, he grabs her hand and shoves it back onto the counter-top. He rasps in her ear, "I've got you."

She whimpers and nods her head. His fingers quickly find her clit, rubbing the already sensitive skin. It doesn't take much as she's still feeling the effects of her first orgasm. He feels her tense and her walls clench down on his cock as she gasps his name.

His own orgasm is coming fast, the tightness and tension at almost unbearable levels. He thrusts hard and deep twice more and his head collapses onto her shoulder as he finally lets go, pulsing deep within her.

They're both completely exhausted and he knows if they don't sit down soon, they'll both simply collapse. Pulling her into him, he backs up until he hits the wall. Sliding down, he pulls her down with him, cradling her in his lap.

Neither speaks for awhile, both trying to catch their breath and allow their heartbeats to return to normal.

But it's Deeks who finally breaks the silence, "I think the kitchen is now my favorite room in this apartment. And just for the record, you can make that frosting anytime, no need to bother with a cake."

Kensi snorts in reply then quietly murmurs, "Definitely the best Valentine's I've ever celebrated. Thank you for not making a big deal out of today. I know you wanted to do more, but the flowers and donuts were perfect; they made me feel special without going over the top."

"So are you going to tell me the real reason you hate Valentine's?"

"Um, I don't hate it, per say."

He scoffs, "Okay… so strongly dislikes."

She stalls; she really doesn't want to answer the question, especially now. "You know…" she starts to trace her fingers over his chest, running them into his hair. "I didn't get to play with the frosting…"

"Kens…" he knows what she's trying to do.

"Why do you get to have all the fun," she exaggerates a pout, mimicking a look he's perfected.

Deeks just shakes his head in amusement. "I think you definitely enjoyed yourself, Kensalina." But he's not letting her off this easily, "Kens… Spill it." He knows she's not telling him something.

She sighs. They've been opening up to each other more, telling each other bits and pieces of their pasts that they've never trusted to share with anyone else. So she supposes she should tell him about this.

"Jack proposed on Valentine's. So it became another holiday that I thought he forever ruined. Back then, I still wasn't a hopeless romantic, but I have to admit I liked the sweet gestures; the flowers, the candy, a stuffed teddy bear wearing a Marine's uniform."

"He made reservations at a very exclusive restaurant and proposed in front of everyone. I wasn't happy about it at all and almost told him to close the box and ask me later when we weren't being watched by so many people. But then he looked so happy and so nervous; I just couldn't do that to him. So I said yes, everyone cheered. The restaurant treated us to a bottle of champagne."

She takes a steadying breath, " We never had the chance to celebrate another Valentine's together. He was deployed, and then he was gone. So Valentine's became another holiday to just ignore entirely."

"But now it's different…" Deeks partially asks, mostly states.

"Yes, now it's different. And now I really wish I hadn't ruined the cakes."

He smirks, "Why, because you really want cake now?"

She glares and rolls her eyes but can't stop the smile.

"Kens, I told you I know you better than you think. I picked up your favorite chocolate cake from your favorite bakery while I was doing my best to stay busy and away from the apartment today."

She shoves him in the shoulder, much harder than she has in a very long time. "You're an ass! I can't believe you didn't tell me when I started freaking out over the cake!" Her eyes are flaming with irritation, bordering on real anger; she definitely doesn't appear to be teasing.

Holding up his hands defensively, he tries to explain, "I was going to, but the frosting distracted me. It's really your fault; you made it and then had to smear it all over your face. And then I had to kiss it off, and well you know…"

She just continues to glare at him.

"Okay…" he drawls. "Just let me go get your cake." He slides her off his lap, handing her his t-shirt to put on while he slips into his jeans.

He retrieves the bags he'd dropped at the front door when he first arrived home, before the afternoon took a very interesting turn. Walking back into the kitchen, he watches her eyes light up as he hands her the cardboard box from her favorite bakery. He just shakes his head and smiles.

Opening the box, already with a fork in-hand, she says before digging in, "I thought you said this cake would put me in a diabetic coma."

"I did and I'm probably right... but I also love the obscene moans you make when eating it," he says just as she moans ecstatically around a huge bite of cake.

She blushes deeply and mumbles around the cake and frosting in her mouth, "God, can you think of nothing else."

Allowing his gaze to travel over her body, he replies huskily, "Not likely, not while you're still half-naked and sticky-sweet from all that frosting." His fingers can't help but trail under the hem of the second t-shirt of his that she's worn today.

Her breath hitches as his fingers creep tantalizingly close to her center. Swallowing the cake and clearing her throat she hums, "You're right; I am all sticky. I might just need to take a shower before we eat dinner…"

Grabbing the cake from her hands and placing it on the counter, Deeks hauls her up from the floor. Picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder (which gives him a fantastic view of her naked, perfect ass), he strides purposefully from the kitchen toward the bathroom.

She's laughing and doesn't even want to attempt an escape. But Deeks swats her cheeks anyway. "Best Valentine's Day Ever," he whoops as they disappear into the bathroom.

A/N: *Cornflower Blue lingerie is a reference to another story I've been working on for quite awhile. The main purpose for including it in this story is to kick my butt into gear to finish it. :) Plus, I like that I've now created a world in which Densi happens to engage in sexy times a lot in the kitchen. It's a trend that just might continue in my writing. We'll just have to see...