Kensi's mouth fell open in shock, and her cloth sack of groceries tumbled to the floor. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just, uh, working out." Deeks scratched his head and nonchalantly propped himself up on his elbows. An apple was still rolling on the floor, coming to a rest at his hip. "You're home early."

"You didn't know that? I've never surprised you before."

"I was in the moment," he defended himself.

Clearing her throat, she let her eyes roam over his body. "You're naked. On my bedroom floor." Yeah, naked. Deeks on the floor with clothes on wouldn't have made her lose all bodily control. Right now, she was just trying to stare at his face instead of his ass. Really, she should just walk away because this was completely inappropriate. But no. She couldn't move.

"I just got out of the shower."

"You're doing them, aren't you?" Kensi asked excitedly, plopping on the floor in the doorway. He groaned, but she didn't care. If she'd had popcorn in her bag, she would have pulled it out and started chomping away at it. "Do it. I wanna see."

Furrowing his brow, he shook his head vehemently. "Nah, I'm good. Just finishing. I'm really nice and exercised right now, if you wanna just…leave, I will put clothes on and we'll never speak of this again."

"Oh hell no." Grinning widely, she allowed herself to survey the work of scientific art in front of her. His body was almost like a sculpture, perfectly curved and molded. Well, a damaged sculpture perhaps. His bullet wounds stood out below the smooth flesh of his back, but it just added character to an otherwise flawless specimen. Speaking of which, she tilted her head and stared at his ass for a few seconds. Way to go, science. Way to go.

"Do you mind?" He asked, annoyed.

"Not at all," she responded with a laugh. Leaning forward, she reached out and smacked his ass.Firm. Nice. "You have got a great ass, by the way."

Deeks huffed. "Thank you, I had absolutely no part in making it. Now, bye."

"I'm not budging until you levitate just from the power of your mighty, mighty cock."

"Really?"

Crossing her arms, she made herself comfortable on the floor. She meant what she said - she wasn't budging until he at least attempted one of these special pushups of his. "So, what prompted this sudden desire to exercise your pole?"

He rolled his eyes, the majority of his body still flat on the floor. "What makes you think I don't do this all the time?"

"Because you appear frustrated."

"Perhaps it's because, oh I don't know, you're here? And stop staring at my ass, please."

"Okay, fine." She bit her bottom lip. "Did you push the button first?"

"Goddammit." He dropped his head, planting his face on the floor. "You have to push the button first," was his muffled reply.

Just fucking do it, Deeks, she encouraged him silently. Give me this one thing to blow my mind wide open. You know you want to.

"Do you think talking to me in your head is helping at all?"

"Maybe," she answered. Do it for me, she thought again. Do it for meeeeeee.

Sighing, he shook his head, probably to get her thoughts out of it. With his body prone to the floor, he exhaled and she waited with baited breath. Ever so slowly his body began to rise, completely different from the quick burst of a traditional pushup. As much as she wanted to see the holy organ that could perform such an unbelievable feat, she closed her eyes before she could get a glimpse. Just imagining it was enough to send her mind spiraling out of control. Look, dammit, look. "Holy shit," she squeaked and forced her eyes back open. Deeks was flat again, and glowering at her. God, she should have looked. Why didn't she look?!

"Happy now?" He asked.

She nodded, embarrassed. Backing away slowly when she found him should have been her go-to reaction, not demanding a cock pushup show. Now she'd never be able to stop thinking about them. It. Dammit. "Thanks. And sorry. I'm just gonna…" She stood up, tripping over a roll of paper towels.

Deeks tilted his head. "Put the groceries up?"

"That," she pointed at him. "Yes. And you're going to-"

"Exactly." Wiggling his fingers, he nodded his head towards the kitchen. "Bye."

Her elbow hit the door frame but she ignored the pain, scrambling to kick the groceries out of her room and slam the door shut. "Bye."