Note: As per usual, nothing you recognize belongs to me. Also, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, that's real nice of you. Apologies for my occasionally infrequent updates, and I do plan to continue this story, especially since I'm going to have an obscene amount of time on my hands in the next few months.
Kensi woke with a start, drenched in sweat and tangled in the sheets and her own clothes as she shot into a sitting position. She brought her hands up to her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes and blinking in the darkness. Something was different. She was used to sleeping - and often waking suddenly - in this God forsaken sauna of a cabin, but something had definitely changed. Her groggy mind suddenly registered the fact that she wasn't wearing any bottoms. What the hell? Why were her shorts hanging from her left foot? She was still wearing her shirt, but exactly nothing else.
"Kens?"
Deeks' sleepy voice startled her, and she let out a very uncharacteristic yelp. In the darkness of the room she couldn't see him, but she felt the bed shift and his hand on her lower back as he sat up. His voice was more alert when he next spoke.
"You okay?"
The previous night came flooding back to her as she felt him tracing circles along her back. She remembered why her shorts were around her ankle, why something just felt different. She could hear Deeks' begin to say something else, but before he could get a word out, she'd found his lips in the dark and kissed him passionately, pulling him closer to her.
"Mmph."
Deeks' budding sentence was cut off with a grunt, but he didn't seem to mind as she swept her tongue into his mouth and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. When they finally pulled apart, he found her mismatched eyes easily in the dark.
"Wow. Okay. That happened."
Kensi giggled lightly at the very Deeks response.
"Sorry, I just like that I can do that."
"Yeah, no. Don't apologize for that. Seriously, you can do that whenever you want."
Kensi just smiled at him shyly before capturing his lips again, this time much more gently, her lips ghosting over his before applying the lightest pressure.
"Hmm"
Deeks hummed as they separated, letting out a shaky breath.
"Not that I don't love this newfound ability to kiss you whenever I feel like it, but I feel like that's not the only reason you're awake."
Kensi rested her head against Deeks' shoulder before she spoke, tracing her fingers along his chest lightly.
"I don't know, I just woke up. It happens sometimes. I don't think I had a nightmare, but sometimes I just wake up panicked. It used to happen a lot when I was younger, then it went away for a while, but sometimes it comes back. When Jack left, when Dom died, when I met my mom again, after Siderov, and now."
Deeks ran his hand gently up and down her spine as she spoke and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Like a panic attack?"
"Sort of. They used to turn into panic attacks when I was a kid, but not as much anymore."
"Is there anything I can do?
Kensi smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his collar bone.
"You're doing it."
When Kensi woke again the sun was shining bright through the high windows and filling the cabin, along with the scent of... bacon? Why did it smell like bacon? She was fairly certain that when you were having a stroke you smelled burnt toast, but she couldn't quite remember. Perhaps she was having a stroke?
The bed dipped beside her and she opened her eyes to find Deeks sitting beside her with two plates of bacon and Eggo waffles.
"Morning sleepyhead."
He flashed her a winning smile and handed her a plate.
"This was all that was in the bag Callen gave us in the way of breakfast foods, I know it's no donuts, but I'm sure we'll make do."
"Hmm, I dunno, I may just have to send you to the store."
She smirked at the faux affronted look that appeared on Deeks' face.
"Hey, if you don't want it I can always just have yours."
He made to reach for her plate and Kensi gently slapped his hand away.
"I think I'll be able to make my peace with this. Although when we get back to society, I expect donuts first thing."
"That seems surprisingly reasonable Kensalina. Although I have to ask; will you be in character still?"
Deeks smartly jumped from the bed and retreated to the kitchen as Kensi swung her arm out towards him, though the accompanying glare reached him where he stood.
"Funny guy."
He just smiled at her from his spot in the kitchen.
"Sorry Kens, I couldn't resist."
"Uh huh. Come back to bed funny man, I'm stealing some of your bacon."
Deeks smirked at her as he made his way back to the mattress and sat down.
"You know Fern, one of the key elements of stealing is the element of surprise."
Kensi easily reached over and grabbed several strips of bacon off his plate.
"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind. Although you don't seem to be putting up much of a fight against my sloppy thievery."
"Well, you're not wearing any pants, so I think I'll give you a pass just this once."
Kensi lightly slapped him on the arm as she shoved two pieces of bacon into her mouth.
"You're such a lady, Kens."
She looked up at him, mouth full and eyes sparkling.
"Mmhmp."
Deeks burst out laughing, finding the image of Kensi lying half naked, mouth full of bacon and eyeing his Eggos to be inexplicably adorable.
"You're adorable Kens, you know that?"
Kensi's eyes went wide as she swallowed the food in her mouth, clearing her throat before she spoke.
"Really Deeks? You think I'm adorable based on this particular moment?"
Deeks' face suddenly turned more serious, his hand coming to rest on her hip, playing with the hem of her shirt.
"Well, yeah."
Kensi studied his face, noting the lack of his usual teasing smile.
"You're serious aren't you? You really think that."
"Yeah."
His voice is low and soft, and she suddenly finds that her plate is no longer in front of her, and Deeks is much closer than he previously had been, his breath fanning her face and his body hovering over her own, his hand still resting on her hip, though now moving slowly around to her lower back. Her appetite has all but disappeared, and her thoughts are entirely focused on the man above her, willing him to pull her closer, to do away with his politeness and move his hands to her ass, or to rid her of her shirt. Suddenly it's all she can do not to beg him to take her right there, right then, and it surprises her because she's never actually needed someone as much as she needs him in this moment.
She made to capture his lips with her own, but before she could manage, he'd ducked his head and lifted her shirt, guiding it over her head before dragging his lips down from her jaw, past her collarbone and briefly attaching them to her right nipple - drawing a gasp from Kensi - before trailing open mouthed kisses along her ribs and down, across her abdomen, moving slowly towards the juncture of her thighs. Kensi wasn't quite sure what she would do if he stopped, and was immensely frustrated when instead of moving downwards where she really needed him, Deeks peppered kisses along her hipbone, gently nipping with his teeth before dragging his lips across to torture her some more on her other hip.
"Deeeeks" she whined, beyond caring how ridiculous she must sound.
"Patience Kensalina."
She could feel each word vibrate against her, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him up so he was facing her.
"Dee... Oh!"
Kensi didn't even have a chance to begin her sentence properly before Deeks had slid a finger into her, effectively silencing any further protest with a smirk.
She arched her back to pull his face against her, and she could practically feel his smirk against her skin. It didn't last long though, as he dipped his head down and she felt him run his tongue along her slit.
"Jesus, Deeks!"
Normally this would have drawn yet another smirk from Deeks, but he was too completely enthralled with what he was doing, pushing yet another finger into her and simultaneously swiping his tongue quickly over her clit, drawing another cry from her. He was blown away by just how wet he had found her, her juices dripping freely down his hand as he twisted his fingers inside her and brought her clit into his mouth again. The first night they had shared, he had wanted so badly to taste her, but they had both been too desperate and in a sense of disbelief, he hadn't been able to bring his eyes away from hers for fear that she would disappear and he would wake up frustrated and alone. Now he took his time, feeling her walls flutter around his fingers, tasting her as he had always wanted, and hearing every cry that fell from her lips, ecstatic with the knowledge that he was the one to cause them. He slowly removed his fingers from her, hearing her protest above him, before sliding his tongue into her heat, causing her to cry out loudly.
It didn't take long before he felt her begin to tremble beneath him, her walls pulsing against him and wave after wave of heat invading his senses. He could hear her muttering nonsense - to him or to herself he had no idea - before she cried out loudly, her body convulsing and her hips shooting up from the bed.
Enthralled as he had been with pleasuring her - finally tasting her - he hadn't had the foresight to hold her hips down, he realized as pain shot through his nose, fairly certain he had heard a crack. Looking up at her, he saw she had yet to open her eyes and couldn't bear to disturb her, so he just looked up at her with a soft smile on his face and blood running down his chin.
Kensi's mind was blank. The thoughts that usually spiralled mercilessly through her head were completely silent. She was also fairly certain she couldn't move. Not that she particularly wanted to, but she had a suspicion that even if she tried, her body wouldn't listen. That was a first.
She had never really had a guy do that for her before, and certainly never with such spectacular results. Jack had tried it once, but he kept saying he didn't get the point, and she had never encouraged a repeat performance. But that, what Deeks had just done, she would never admit it to him, but she was pretty sure he had to be magic. She could feel Deeks' breath against her over sensitized core, and she felt bad that she couldn't immediately reciprocate, but she was only just regaining control of her limbs.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him, shocked by what she saw.
"Deeks! You're bleeding!"
"Yeah," he said, his voice sounding almost congested "that's alright, my own fault really."
She reached out and found her discarded shirt, cupping his chin with one hand and gently wiping the blood from his face with the other, using the shirt as a cloth.
"Oh God, I think I broke your nose."
"It's not your fault, Kens."
His voice was muffled by the shirt as he spoke.
"It is though. It was me who, well.. You know."
Deeks gave her one of his winning smiles, which somehow lost none of it's charm even though his face was all bloody.
"I do know, it's now one of my fondest memories."
Just as Kensi was opening her mouth to reply, there was a heavy, incessant pounding on the front door.
"Damn it!" Kensi swore.
"It's okay, you go change, I'll get the door."
"But your nose..."
"Will be just fine. Go get dressed."
Kensi hurried to the bathroom while Deeks made his way to the front door, not loving the prospect of dealing with a skinhead while he had a bloody nose and just his underwear on. Though when he swung the door open he decided that may have been preferable.
"Mr. Deeks, have I woken you up? It's nearly ten thirty."
