Kensi was getting faster. It was amazing really, that she could be in such good shape and literally do nothing but shove garbage in her mouth. All day. It was fascinating. She didn't have an ounce on fat on her body. Not that he made it a point to notice these things, but just because he wasn't human didn't mean that he didn't have eyes.

What was he thinking about again? Suddenly he was thinking less about sprinting faster than Kensi on their evening run, and more about what he was going to eat for dinner. This was the kind of terrible influence she had on him. Maybe she wasn't getting faster. He was probably getting slower. All the fat and grease and chocolate, oh the chocolate, that he'd been eating with her must have been slowly killing his system. He was going to be the first Companion to die from a heart attack, he just knew it.

Deeks picked up his pace, zooming past Kensi amid her protesting. She may ultimately be the death of him, but there was no way in hell she was going to beat him today. When she finally caught up to him, he was already inside their apartment drinking a glass of water. "Oh hey, you made it."

"Do you have an extra gear I don't know about?" She panted, resting her hands on her hips. Sweat dripped from a loose clump of hair on her forehead, landing on her nose and sliding down her face. He tried not to stare, because that made it awkward. They were already so connected mentally. The added thoughts of him admiring the way she perspired would just…well, it would just make an already sometimes weird situation even weirder. "You're watching me sweat," she accused.

"The way your body works is different than mine," he rebutted, taking another sip of water. "Smelly perspiration as a way to cool the body just seems a lot less appealing that my own internal cooling system."

"It's natural is what it is. And I don't smell."

Deeks made a face, and she snarled at him. He decided it would be better to not argue with her about her body odors. "I'm hungry. You're not?"

She shook her head. His hyper-awareness of her needs didn't even phase her anymore. "Nah, I had some chicken wings before we left work."

"Chicken wings."

"What? Callen had a shit ton of them." She wiped her brow. "Go get something for yourself, I'm hopping in the shower. Out of necessity, not because you think I smell. Which I don't."

"I didn't say-"

"Getting in the shower," she interrupted, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Hmm. Yeah, he was definitely hungry, but wasn't craving anything in particular. Chicken wings did sound pretty good, but no. He needed something healthier than that. Popping his lips, he strolled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Lettuce? Check. Feta, olives, peppers? Check, check, check. Wow, Kensi actually hadn't eaten everything he bought at their local store. Excellent. "Well, well. My night just got better."

He hummed to himself, methodically prepping the simplest but undoubtedly most delicious salad ever. No fucking fried chicken for him today. Tonight, he would feast on rabbit food. Although, he was feeling way too happy to be eating this salad. His head was becoming cloudy, his extremities were started to tingle, and he was just starting to feel really fucking fantastic.

Shit. His heavy eyes shot open as he realized what was happening. This feeling wasn't foreign necessarily, but it was new to him in this relationship. Good Lord, did Kensi love running so much that she had to get herself off in the shower afterwards? Though maybe she just needed to release some built up tension. Either way, Deeks needed to either get the hell out of the apartment or hold on tight.

His brain was a very complex creation. It thought logically, but still had the necessary emotional capabilities to make it in this world. Logically, he should leave. Emotionally? Emotionally, he was curious. He'd been living with Kensi for a few weeks now, and was getting to know her better and better. It was his job to love her, and it was easy to love her. And by God, right now she was loving the hell out of herself and he loved that, too.

Closing his eyes, he braced himself against the kitchen counter. Warmth spread through his chest, dispersing itself through his whole body until he felt so high that he wasn't even sure his feet were still touching the ground. His gut clenched tighter and tighter, so tight that he wanted to slam his fist against the counter in frustration. Goddammit Kensi, he thought. Just fucking come already.

Then his body shook and jerked forward against the hard countertop as he gasped in shock. Waves of pleasure rode through him, stronger than he thought possible given the distance between the two of them. Yes, their connection was freakishly strong, but this was taking that bond to a whole other level. In fact, it may have been possible that his mental encouragement of her actually pushed her over the edge. Yeah, because they really needed this thing of theirs to get even more complicated than it already was.

When he opened his eyes again finally, his salad stared up at him. Shaming him, if it was possible for roughage to pass judgment. And holy shit, now he was really starving. He licked his lips and steadied his feet, tearing into his salad with vigor. About half way through his dinner, Kensi emerged from the bathroom in just a towel. Shock covered her face.

"I thought you were leaving to get dinner."

"Yeah, uh," Deeks mumbled, mouth full of food. "Salad. I made one. Here."

She pulled the towel tight around her chest. "Is your face flushed?"

Shoving a fork full in his mouth, he shook his head. "This salad. It's just really fucking good."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but she remained silent as she turned and walked into the bedroom. Oh yeah, she knew that he knew. And he knew that she knew. If he had to guess, neither one of them would acknowledge this event in the future.

Plus one for healthy eating. Negative two for even more awkwardness. Deeks just couldn't win.