Prompt:- Deeks comes over to Kensi's place and he accidentally comes across a missing excerpt from Kensi's journal, about him :)
"Will you stop that?" Kensi demanded.
"Stop what?" Deeks replied innocently, as he plucked up another magazine from the rough pile she'd discarded them at whatever point in the distant past she'd been reading it.
She tugged the magazine from his grip. "Stop acting like you're in an episode of Storage Wars every time you come to my house."
"But I never know what sort of treasure I'll uncover."
"There will never be anything that will interest you here, Deeks," she told him, taking the half-forgotten bill from him. "And the more you do it, the more likely it is that I'll ban you for life."
"You wouldn't do that," crossing to the couch, his partner hot on his heels. "Who would you watch cheesy reality shows with then?"
"I'd find a way to muddle on," she snapped, ripping the bowl of cereal away from him. Milk sloshed over her wrist, and she muttered a curse. Still seething, she stalked her way to the kitchen, tossing the bowl in the sink, grabbing a few sheets of kitchen paper and drying her hand.
"What the what?" came the cry from the living room area. She made her way back, saw her partner still rooted to the same spot she'd left him. In his hand was a piece of lined paper, one of the edges torn, as if it had been ripped from a book. His mouth was moving as he read whatever was on the paper.
She began to storm towards him, when the facts clicked into place. Torn piece of paper? No. No, I threw that out, she told herself. It couldn't be.
But it was, and even launching herself at him and tearing the offending journal entry from his grasp wasn't going to help. That didn't mean she wasn't going to do it anyway. She crumpled the paper up into a ball, keeping it tightly clenched in her fist.
Deeks was still staring at his now empty fingers. Finally, he looked up, as if seeing her for the first time. Then, a wicked grin crossed his features. "You really think I have pretty eyes?"
"I wrote that before I knew what an idiot you are," she snapped back at him.
"That entry was from two days ago."
"And I'm discovering new levels each and every day."
He continued to grin at her. "I think we should discuss this more. Cause I don't recall you writing any stuff like that the last time I accidentally read your journal. What I just read was pretty wild, especially the mention of the dreams you've been having." He paused, eyes widening not even realising that Kensi's mortification was the only thing that kept her from thumping him as hard as she could. "Unless… you have two journals?"
"The other one was a memoir, you idiot," she said.
"So, all your sexy stuff is in the other journal?"
"Yes," she exclaimed. "I write all my sexy stuff in a different book to the one that I hope to one day have published!"
"And do you write about me often, and then rip out the pages because you're so embarrassed by them?"
Kensi scoffed. "No," she lied. "And you're invading my privacy again, Deeks."
"We're partners, Kens. My casa is your whatever."
"Mi casa es su casa," she corrected him, automatically.
"See, I knew we were on the same page. Uh, pun not intended." Then, he fluttered his eyes at her, quite deliberately.
They really were very pretty.