This chapter may push the limits of the T rating, but not much. I may or may not have been a little tipsy when I wrote this (Happy New Year!) so I apologize for any inconsistencies. And I still don't own anything.

"Is everything alright sir?" Asks the young blond woman at the hostess stand.

"Yeah, yeah, um," Deeks squints to read her name-tag, "Abby, everything is fine. Something just came up, we have to leave, sorry."

"Please come back to see us soon!" Abby the hostess waves as Deeks rushes out the door, trying to catch up to his partner. He sees Kensi walking towards her car. She turns around to see if he's following and smiles when she sees him jogging to catch up to her.

Deeks is replaying their brief conversation in his head as he hurries. "I want to be at my place, right now, with you." What were you thinking?! What does that even mean? What does she think it means? Could you BE more vague? Be cool dude, be cool. But he is anything but cool when he reaches her car finally and comes face to face with her.

"So…" he pauses, and she raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so just to clarify, when I said what I said, and you got up, and now you're here and you don't look mad, does that mean," but his ramblings are interrupted by Kensi placing a finger on his lips.

"Shhhh," Kensi says as she leans up to him and gently kisses him. She almost misses, catching just his bottom lip between hers. She feels his hand reach up to cradle her neck, and he tilts her head up to catch both of her lips on his. A surge of electricity shoots through them as her teeth scratch his bottom lip and he moans, deepening the kiss and pushing her back against her Cadillac.

Her car alarm startles them and they separate quickly. Kensi pulls out her keys and turns the alarm off, laughing nervously. "I guess this thing is sensitive, huh?"

"Yeah," Deeks says, running his hands through his hair. "So what now?"

"I thought you wanted to go back to your place?"

"Yeah, yeah, I do, but that wasn't me saying that I expected anything right NOW, necessarily." Deeks stops himself from rambling again. "Why don't we get in the car, and we'll figure it out?"

"Sounds like a plan," Kensi replies, already climbing into the drivers seat. Deeks exhales a huge sigh of relief and gets in beside her. "I guess we can use this time to talk. About us."

Deeks gives her a crooked grin. "Since when do YOU want to talk about us?"

"Ever since you asked me to go home with you, Deeks," Kensi replies, glancing at him briefly.

"Right," Deeks says slowly. "Well then I'm just going to talk, and you're going to listen. Because it seems like you and me, we do a lot of talking without really saying anything." Kensi nods and half smiles. "For starters, you drive me crazy." Deeks holds his hand up to stop her from interrupting. "No, let me talk. You always have to win, you always have to drive, you laugh like a deranged woman, and you always have to be right. But you know what really drives me crazy? The fact that you are so damn perfect and so damn beautiful the whole time you're driving me crazy."

Kensi blinks, looking stunned but still focusing on the road. "You kissed me, during the Sidorov mission. Why?"

Deeks shrugs. "I dunno. You were acting so weird after the case with Monica, and I couldn't read you. You kept pushing and pushing and I didn't know what to do. I felt like in that moment, it was the only thing I could do." He looks down at his hands awkwardly, like he should be doing something with them but doesn't know what. "Was that not what you wanted from me?"

"I just wanted you to tell me something, anything real!" Kensi shouts, and Deeks notices she's starting to drive really fast. "Why is that so hard? Do you know how many guys have kissed me? A LOT. But I can count on one hand the number of men that have told me I really mean something to them!"

"Kens, slow down."

"No, you got to vent, now it's my turn!"

"The car Kens." Deeks reaches and gently rubs her knee. "My place is just up here on the right."

Kensi shakes her head, still a little flustered. "Right, sorry." She pulls into the closest parking spot to his door and puts the car in park. "Maybe I'm just being dumb…" She climbs out of the car and starts walking to Deeks' door.

Deeks keeps pace with her this time, pulling his keys out as he walks. "You're not being dumb." He unlocks the door and flips the lights on to see Monty sleeping on his dog bed. There's a note from his dog-walker on the coffee table describing Monty's day in amazing detail. The dog lifts his head sleepily but lays it down again quickly, stretching out his legs to get comfortable.

Kensi crosses the threshold of the door slowly, worried that whatever they say or do tonight is something they can never come back from. "Maybe this was a mistake, Deeks," she says, looking defeated as she closes the door and turns to face her partner. "I don't know if this is going to work."

Deeks closes his eyes and shakes his head. "You always say you want me to say what I really mean, right?" Kensi nods her head and shrugs her shoulders. Deeks reaches for her hands and pulls them up to his chest, looking her straight in the eye. "Kensi, you don't mean just something to me. You mean everything to me."

She smiles and Deeks sees her eyes glistening, but she holds her emotions inside as usual. "Ditto."

"Really? I spill my guts and all I get back is a ditto?"

"Shut up Deeks," Kensi says and pulls him close to her by tugging on his shirt. He smiles and leans in to kiss her again. "You're a really good kisser," she says in between kisses. "And you smell really good. Like the ocean."

Deeks murmurs "Hmm hmm" and trails kisses down her chin and to her neck.

"And I know I make fun of it, but I really like your hair," she says, running her hands through it. She whimpers quietly as his hands move down her back and settle gently on her ass. "You're really hot actually."

"Uh huh," Deeks replies, kissing down her collarbone. "You always talk this much when you're making out with somebody?" He moves his hands under her shirt and rubs the skin above her navel with his thumb. "Or are you worried you won't be able to keep up with me?"

Kensi closes her eyes and moans as he presses his body flush against her. "Oh I can keep up with you, anytime, anywhere." She grabs his hair and tugs his head away from her. "I want you," she says awkwardly.

Deeks chuckles and grabs her ass again. "No dirty talk from you. Or laughing either for that matter." He lifts her up and she follows his cue, curling her legs around his waist. "I cannot wait to taste every inch of your body," he whispered as he walks them to his bedroom, face buried in the crook of her neck.

"Deeks…" Kensi's face visibly flushes, and Deeks thinks that she has never looked more beautiful than this moment right here, with messy hair and obvious desire in her eyes.

"I told you that you couldn't keep up with me," he replies. "I'm just getting started."

Kensi kisses him to shut him up again. "I'll let you win the dirty talk contest I guess."

Deeks cradles her back as he lays her down on her bed, keeping their positions but making their bodies vertical. "Really, are we going to turn this into a contest?"

"Maybe. But I have a feeling we're both going to win."