Chapter four

"You really think that you are just going to come back in here and pick up where you left off, Deeks?" Kensi scoffed at him, non-too-lady like.

Uh oh, she was pissed

Before he could do any kind of apologising, Deeks needed to make sure that Kensi couldn't get at any of his delicate nether regions. Slipping his long naked body on top of hers, Deeks managed to pin her long limbs beneath his before pushing himself up onto his forearms so that she could see his face.

Kensi's beautiful dark chocolate eyes were ablaze with fire. She was more than pissed at him. She was downright furious at him for leaving her in a position that, had anything gone wrong, could have been the ultimate humiliation for her. Then Kensi spotted the swelling lip and grinned with devilment.

"Sam gottcha, huh?" She smirked as Deeks' tongue slipped between his lips and licked the spot that was stinging like crazy. He was tempted to ask her to kiss it better but thought better of it. Knowing the mood she was currently in he wouldn't have put it past her to bite his damn lip off.

Instead he tried for teasing her. "Got off on that, did you, Kens?" He asked knowingly. "Figured you might. He hits pretty hard, doesn't he? Damn, He won't get to do that to me again in a hurry, even if it was to save your reputation which, by the way, is shot to hell now, thanks to yourself." He smirked back.

Kensi's bottom lip turned down in a not so sincere pout. "Aw...poor Deeks, got all busted up for little ol' me. Want me to kiss it all better?" She asked sassily with not one ounce of sincerity in her loaded question.

Now it was Deeks' turn to snort. "Not on your life!" It was time to turn the tables. "Actually Kens, I figure you owe me now, and while I have you nicely secured to my bedpost, I think I may just collect."

Kensi Blye went very still. Surely Deeks didn't intend carrying on with his little seduction scene. Surely after what had happened, and after nearly being caught, he couldn't mean to carry on as before. Damn it, Callan and Sam had almost seen her in just about the most compromising position possible, and she was still thanking God that at least she had been still reasonably covered.

God, another ten minutes or so later and it could have been so much worse. Kensi went cold just thinking about it.

"Undo me, Deeks, and I mean now or you're a dead man. I'm not playing this game anymore." She demanded again, pulling against her restraints, her body jerking with the violent movement, it echoing along his sensitive body sending his nerve endings into a frenzy of ball-crunching hunger. The sensation set the demons inside of Deeks free.

The responding laugh was etched with a menace that she didn't think Deeks was capable of and it was punctuated with a sharp, short kiss to her mouth, but he didn't dare linger for fear of losing his swollen lip. Clearly Kensi had forgotten that she was still shackled half naked to his bed. No way in hell was she in the position to threaten him, not now, not when he'd gotten so close to making her lose her mind.

No, siree. Nope. Nada. Not happening, babe.

Deeks wanted her now more than ever and he wasn't setting her free until he'd proved it to her, and he knew of only way of doing that, and he couldn't do that if he set her free, at least, not until he'd reduced her to a puddle in his arms.

Deeks lowered his long body on top of Kensi's until he was perfectly aligned with hers. His face hovered above hers and Kensi lost herself in Deeks' azure eyes. The world vanished until only two heartbeats were felt and breaths mingled, getting shallower and shallower, silently pleading until that plea finally happened.

Slowly Deeks' eyes slipped shut with Kensi's as he lowered his head to meet her lips as they reached for his, and at last, at long last, Marty Deeks and Kensi Blye finally got down to making the sweetest of whoopee together.

He felt Kensi's sigh as he swept his tongue along her lips begging her to let him in. Barely a heartbeat later Kensi turned her head, opened her mouth and let Deeks sweep inside, the motion kick-starting something so deep inside her that it made her body arch against his as it sought for more, revelling in the power that surged through her as she felt his rock hard shaft slide against her cotton panties in response, pushing, searching for the sanctuary that she was offering him.

They were both trembling with need as Deeks tore his mouth from hers and sipped at her lips, turning this way and then the other, his breathing heavy as he whispered, "God, Kens, this is gonna be over before we get to second base if you keep doing that."

"Untie me, Deeks and I guarantee you you'll want to skip second base." She panted, unable to still the rhythmic movements, even when Deeks dropped his hands to her hips in a valiant but futile effort to still her torturous movements, his moan dredged up from the very depths of his soul as he fought to hold on.

Deeks pushed himself back onto his knees, his hands fanning over her satiny skin as he studied the beautiful creature that lay wantonly before him. She was still wearing her shirt and vest and he knew that he needed to see her as naked as he, and as much as Deeks wanted to keep her handcuffed to his bed he was going to have to let her go.

His large hands slipped to her thighs and he lovingly traced sensual paths along her silky skin until he reached the tantalising edges of her virginal panties. Finally making the decision, Deeks reached across for his jeans and hunted for the tiny key that he knew was tucked into the small inner pocket, but before reaching for the lock he held the key up before her face, his gaze mocking as he dared to plead for his life.

"If I let you go, Kensi are you going to resort to killing me before I get the chance to make everything better between us? I mean, I know you're pissed at me for leaving you like this, Kens, and I did take a punch from the big guy for keeping him from seeing you wearing The cutest panties in LA, and I'm very likely gonna get fired for screwing around with you anyhow, even if I haven't technically screwed you yet, and I really do want to screw you, Kensi. I really do. So am I forgiven?"

With each word he spoke Deeks' voice slower and lower until the last question became just a husky caress that whispered against Kensi's face as he reached across to unlock her restraints

Deeks didn't give Kensi the chance to either forgive him or change her mind about what was going to happen between them as he settled his mouth upon hers again once the handcuffs were released. But he needn't have worried as Kensi's eager fingers threaded themselves into his long, soft shaggy hair, her own moan leaving her throat now that she was free and could join in with the intimate mating game.

To say Deeks was startled when he found himself flipped onto his back barely a few moments later was an understatement, but he soon found himself in awe of Kensi's beauty as she sat astride him, her heat scorching him as she settled upon him with only her panties separating them but even so, they were unable to stop the pulsing need that lay beneath.

Slowly Kensi removed the shirt and then the T beneath that leaving her in a white seamless bra that was as snowy white as her panties. She reached behind her but Deeks quickly sat up reaching for her hands to stop her. "I want to do that," he murmured thickly, his eyes holding hers as he released the clips that had kept her magnificent breasts from his ardent gaze.

Tossing the bra aside Deeks held her eyes as he slowly lowered his back to the sheets, and then, at long last, allowed his eyes to drop lower. Kensi held herself proud as she let Deeks take his fill of her. She'd been blessed with her body but watching Deeks looking at her took her pride to another level. If there had been any doubts about her feelings before the eventful morning began, Deeks had shattered them, and even more so when he pulled himself up again, slipping his arms around her as he kissed her deeply, reverently, for the longest of times. Then and only then did he allow his hands to do what they had itched to do for so long.

Touch her.

Kensi's head dropped back as Deeks' lips began to blaze a path down her throat, across her shoulders, across the tops of the silky mounds and then finally, at last, he took one dusky tip into his mouth and drank from her as though he was dying of thirst, and then afforded the other the same honour moments later.

Kensi's own hands blazed a trail of their own; through the shaggy locks, across his shoulders, down his beefy arms, around the tightened and tiny nipples and then lower still until her fingers finally found what they'd really wanted; him, his hardness, the silky, dewy-tipped engorged heart of him.

A gasp of shock at her touch left Deeks' throat and her mouth quickly swallowed it as he surged against her as the hand that had encased his cock moved in rhythm to her own rocking as she rubbed against him. God, she had to get him inside her. Deeks' hands dropped to cradle her butt and tried to reign in the frantic movements that were driving him as wild as the hands that were stroking him. He was going to go mental if he didn't get deep inside of her right that very second. Neither one complained when he gripped the sides of the panties tearing them away from her before tucking them under his pillow.

And then the universe slipped to a stop again as Deeks pushed back up in a sitting position so that he could hold her in his arms as they found nirvana together. Only their expectant breaths could be heard as Kensi locked her eyes with his, cradled his head in her hands and rose a little before slowly sinking onto him at the same time as their mouths collided in a kiss that sealed them together for eternity.

They'd done it. Marty Deeks and Kensi Blye had finally given into the thing that had been constant niggle between them, and as Deeks lay back down pulling Kensi with him as they began to move together as one, they were both well aware that there was no turning back now, for either of them.

Sunlight poured through the crack in Deeks' curtains bathing them both in its morning glow as they tumbled and loved on his bed. Deeks had been quick to roll Kensi onto her back but had only managed to hold her there for a few seconds before she took control again, flipping him onto his back before he could blink.

So she liked to be the dominant one, Deeks noted as he sunk his teeth into the crook of her shoulder as she rode him hard her long, lithe body undulating beneath his hands as she sought heaven. Deeks could feel himself getting ready to burst but soon realised that Kensi was struggling with her own release, her whimpers holding a mixture of neediness and unquenched tension. Well, he could soon squash that problem, after all, he was renowned for being a gentleman, and a gentleman never left a woman hanging, for any reason.

Kensi felt the loss and confusion as soon as she felt Deeks pushing on her shoulders, but as soon as he sought out and touched the screaming, aching bud that was keeping her hanging and in tortured suspense, Kensi relaxed with a shuddering moan of pleasure. His long fingers began to circle the tight bundle of nerves that would send her soaring as Kensi sat back until she could feel him deep, deep inside her. Deeks' other hand held her hip, lovingly branding her as his own, not wanting to let her go - unable to let her go. She was his now, no matter what the future, or Sam and Callan, or even Hetti threw at them. They'd finally taken that step from friends to lovers and there was absolutely no turning back for either of them now.

Deeks watched transfixed as Kensi began to blossom before his very eyes, her body flushing with desire, her breasts changing before his very eyes as they swelled with need. Her heated movements beneath his hands had slowed to a minuscule rocking upon him, but he could feel her inner body gripping him until all of a sudden the tempo changed as she finally opened herself up both inside and out, as, at last, her climax rolled through her, the sudden saturation of his loins as she let go of her precious liquid made Deeks gasp as he gripped both her hips so that he could move himself inside Kensi's body to set free his own waiting release.

Their names, torn from the very depths of their souls as they cascaded together before collapsing into each other's arms, told them both that what had just happened between them was more than just sex. They'd just made the sweetest of love, a love that could not, and would not, be denied any longer. And as Deeks cradled Kensi in his arms as they both glowed in the aftermath of their union, she tenderly whispered as she licked at the saltiness on his throat, "What's the chance of Sam and Callan coming back if we don't turn up for work today?"

He chuckled against her hair as he breathed in her scent. "I've got a gun, honey, remember?"

Deeks rolled onto his back pulling Kensi on top of him and began to nuzzle her neck, her throat, every part of her face, startling her when she felt him begin to harden against her as it pleaded to enter its new found home again.

The man was insatiable! He didn't beg for long as Kensi moved her own body so that he could slip back inside her, and as Deeks flipped Kensi onto her back a heartbeat later and reached over for the handcuffs at the same time, all thoughts of their comrades were forgotten as Marty Deeks and Kensi Blye set about making a whole lot more whoopee, together.

End

July 2011