"You know, that cock of yours is pretty distracting."
Deeks rolled his eyes loudly. Yes, loudly. The gesture was extreme enough that Kensi could feel the motion in her own eyeballs. He fired the last bullet in her antique Smith & Wesson .38 revolver, then gently placed the gun on the shelf in front of him. Uncocked. "Do you mean what I think you mean by that?" He took his ear muffs off. "Cause your pussy is pretty distracting too."
Kensi scoffed and looked at her t-shirt. "This is vintage."
"It's Hello Kitty." He curled his upper lip. "And you're thirty."
She tugged at her shirt with a scowl. It was too tight already before the extra tugging, and Deeks found his eyes wandering to her chest. Staring was wrong, very wrong, but it was hard not to look at that damn cartoon cat and the fluffy kittens hidden underneath it. Ogling boobs was not his thing at all. He didn't have his own sexual urges, just merely fed off of the energy around him. If he wanted to look at her boobs, it was because she wanted him to look at her boobs. And if she wanted him to look at her boobs, then...shit.
"Your whole thumb pops out of socket," she said, getting back to her original point. The cocking. She hung her ear muffs on the wall and swayed over to his booth, grabbing his dominant hand. The scent of gunpowder took over his senses, as if they were both trying to capture that smell from his hands. "Are you double jointed?"
"I don't really know what that means," he answered, narrowing his eyes. One by one she surveyed his long fingers, bending and twisting them as she pleased. He didn't say what he was thinking - that she had developed quite a fascination with his hands lately. And this right here, the pure glee he couldn't help but feel as she admired his anatomy, was why he should have kept his hands to himself in the first place. Now she was even more curious than before.
Kensi flattened her palm against his. While her hands were pretty fucking big for a girl, his still dwarfed hers. "Press my fingers back as far as you can."
"Okay." Deeks pushed her fingers backwards until he met resistance and she grimaced. The angle was shallow, probably only 45 degrees. Definitely not as flexible as his own. This little oddity somehow was never evident to him before. Humans. "You're not very flexible."
"Don't judge a girl by her fingers," she remarked with a smirk.
"Do I even want to know what that means?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, do you?"
Okay, yes, she definitely wanted him to look at her boobs earlier. But, he thought, she was just fucking with him. It was like a game to her, seeing how far she could push their boundaries. A human teasing their Companion? Well, that was just mean. He cleared his throat and pressed against her fingers, bending his hand nearly in half. Her eyes grew wide and he smiled smugly. "Point, Deeks."
"You have fascinating phalanges." Kensi nodded her head, impressed, then yanked her hand away. "Are you this bendy everywhere?"
Two could play at this game, he supposed. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"
Her abilities to block him out of her mind had gotten much better, and right then she had it on total lockdown. He knew though, based off of her eyes and the funny little curl of her lips, that the answer was yes. No way she would admit it yet, however. Just like with his resistance to bullets, Kensi's curiosity couldn't be quenched until the truth smacked her in the face. Not that he was thinking about anything of his coming into any kind of contact with her face. Or mouth. What the fuck was going on in her mind to make him start thinking about perverted shit like this?
"Don't flatter yourself," she finally replied. Grabbing the gun, she gingerly fingered the hammer. "But for the record, the weirdo motion of your thumb isn't the only cock that's distracting."
Point, Kensi.