Chapter Two: Visions of Ink Smudging into the Abyss
Forward: This chapter is definitely M rated. You were warned. It's not for kiddies and it's actually less graphic than the following chapter. Also, there is a small reference to "Anonymous" (Episode #2.7).
I should write a disclaimer, but we all know the deal. It's pretty obvious that I don't own Deeks and Kensi. They are going past the point of UST in this chapter.
Dedication: A special thanks to Iamhistorian for her wonderful beta work. Every comment and suggestion makes my story that much better. Her insights into the character's actions are spot on. Also, a shout out to PurpleHipposRock for providing me with a second set of eyes. And lastly, a big shout out to MyOwnStar who assures me this story is "very hot."
Marty's POV
We finally arrive at my place. I take a second to close my eyes and take a calming breath before exiting the vehicle. Kensi is waiting patiently as I walk around to open her door. She swings her legs around and my eyes travel across the intricate patterns lining her smooth and gorgeous limbs. I take her hand and help her up from the seat. My hand then goes to her lower back to the little hollow above her amazing butt. I proceed to look at the beautiful tattoos dancing across her bare back. All I can do is grin widely as we head towards the door.
I fumble with the keys, but finally get the door open. My patience is at its wits end. Once inside, I shove her against the nearest wall and pull her hands above her head. Our lips meet and our tongues duel for dominance. This is the sweetest and hottest first kiss I have ever had to date. Her taste is intoxicating and I fear I will never get enough of kissing Kensi Blye. I pull away and see the same lust, wonder and amazement shining back through her glittering eyes.
"You're take my breath away Kensi. I'm the luckiest man in the world because you chose to spend your evening with me. A poor kid from Reseda who had to fight for everything I wanted in life." The words spill out before I can stop them.
"Don't sell yourself short Marty. You are the best man I know and there's no one else I want to catch the bad guys with. Except for the days you needle me and steal all of my candy." I laugh out loud and we both smile as we walk hand in hand towards the hallway.
Once inside the bedroom, I gather her into my arms and breathe deeply into her hair. It smells like rosemary and mint and my nose goes into sensory overload. My right hand brushes her hair aside and start nuzzling the smooth olive skin of her gorgeous neck. She moans lightly and tilts her head to give me more access.
Watching her enter the Edison blew me away. The self-confidence she exuded was captivating. I wanted to touch every part of that inked skin until I learned all of the secrets behind those mismatched eyes. And hearing her say, "I'm too your type." was the last straw. It triggered all of the swirling emotions that were running around my head from our first meeting at the gym. Seeing her in the alley getting manhandled brought out the caveman lurking inside. I wanted to protect my woman from danger. If she knew about the last part, she would take a Shocknife to a vital part of my anatomy. Touching Kensi is a lifetime addiction that I never want to break.
After a few minutes of nuzzling, she gets a little impatient. Kensi's hands start unbuttoning the vest stretched across my chest. She stares directly into my eyes and kisses me deeply. Once the vest is free and thrown aside, her nimble fingers work on the remaining buttons of the white dress shirt. As the shirt spreads open, Kensi places small kisses on my chest. I close my eyes and soak in the amazing feeling of her mouth dancing across my skin.
Once my shirt is discarded, I reach behind Kensi's neck and unclasp the halter of her black and white patterned dress. The straps fall away and I am rewarded with the ample bounty of her beautiful breasts. High and deliciously firm, they are begging to be touched. I push the dress to puddle at her feet. All she is left wearing are her electric blue stiletto heels and the temporary ink twining around her luscious body.
I reach out and span her small waist. My hands slowly travel up her ribcage until I reach the underside of each breast. My hands turn then clasp around until I have a firm grasp on each. I squeeze gently and am rewarded with a low throaty moan that makes me tingle from head to toe. My head leans down and I take one succulent breast into my mouth and tease it until the nipple is hard and ripe as a berry. I do the same to its twin and Kensi's head falls back as she pulls my head closer to her chest which is sticking out prominently. This reminds me of romance novel cover I once saw in an old girlfriend's place. The position looks a bit painful, but she's not complaining. So I forge ahead and anoint each tight bud with my willing tongue. Every gasp and moan is music to my ears.
After this, she takes a seat on the bed. I slip out off my shoes and socks and step in front of her. She starts unbuttoning my pants and carefully pulls the zipper down. My breathing changes and I can't help but stare at the progress of her hands. They brush against the bulge behind my boxers as the fabric slowly parts. The pants drop and I kick them away. Before she reaches for my boxers, I quickly kneel and grab one of her legs. A bearskin rug would be good right about now. I'm adding that item to my shopping list first thing in the morning. Thinking about the countless things we can do on it intensifies my already heightened libido. Anyway, I pull off a shoe and extend her leg up in the air. First, my mouth goes to her ankle and places a kiss at the bone. I leave small kisses as my tongue slides along her inner leg to her inner thigh. Ink is starting to smear, but that is neither here nor there. I put her leg down and repeat the process with the other one. By this time she is a quivering mess and berates me for taking too long.
"What's the rush Princess?" She gives me a patented Kensi glare as I smirk back. I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and let her know that being patient will provide greater rewards in the end. She snorts, but relaxes on the bed. Her legs fall open and I see her secrets exposed in all their glory. The heady scent that thrills my senses is a combination of the body wash I gave her at Christmas and a sweetly musky aroma that is uniquely Kensi.
I place my tongue on the inside of her thigh and draw a wet line towards her center. Her eyes are deeply lidded and she gauges my progress. I lick slowly up and down her folds; purposely avoiding her clit. It is unfurling and peeks out from under her hood. After a few trips up and around, I finally latch on to her little nub. Kensi gives off a little shriek and her body falls back against the bed. She grabs both of her breasts and moans softly against my ministrations. I vary my strokes and continue to tease her body into a mindless haze. Her hands grab my scalp and pull me closer to her heated core. She is starting to sweat and I lap up what mixes with her juices. The taste is heady and makes me think of sucking on a lime after a smooth shot of tequila and a lick of salt. Her legs are glistening and I see the black ink rubbing off onto my hands and spreading across the tangled sheets. This arouses me even more and I turn up the volume on my actions. I put a finger inside of her and continue licking her clitoris. As I stroke in and out, her head moves from side to side and her eyes close firmly shut. I have to hold her down with my other arm as I place a second finger inside of her. Releasing the little bud, I move up her body and continue to thrust my fingers inside of her hot and tight passage. I give her a wet kiss and let her taste her own juices on my tongue. My strokes get a little faster and I press my thumb against her pearl. I start suckling at her breast as she loses all control. Kensi grabs the rungs of the headboard and arches her back upward like a bow being pulled back. She yells "Marty" with different combinations of "yes," "please," "Oh," "right there" and "don't stop" mixed in. A few incoherent moans and gasps later, her body starts shaking in climax until the shudders recede.
As she slowly comes down, I touch her softly and kiss away the small tears that have formed at the edges of her captivating eyes. Once she is calm, I take her into my arms and hold her close for a few minutes. I whisper softly into her ear about how beautiful it is to watch her respond to my touch. She smiles and gives me a soft and tender kiss on the lips. In giving her pleasure, I obtain a quiet satisfaction that has never happened with any of my previous partners. The fact that Kensi Blye is lying in my bed is a wonder in itself. This fearless and passionate woman has taken possession of my body, heart and soul. And I don't ever want them back. She closes her eyes as I gently stroke her back and listen to her deep breathing. Kensi has fallen asleep and I let out a hearty laugh. She is definitely the guy in our relationship. I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead and settle in beside her. A quick glance at the once pristine sheets reveals a sea of grey smudges and black marks. My body is smeared in black ink and Kensi's tattoos are now an undecipherable mess. After a few deep breaths, I slowly nod off and have erotic dreams about round two.
Author's Note: The Shocknife is a brand name version of the electric shock knife Kensi uses in the opening scene of "Anonymous." After sparring with Sam, she taps Deeks on the shoulder with the blade. His yelp and small jump made that scene priceless. I live next to Reseda. It has quite the variety in median households and types of dwellings. I have a feeling that I know which part Deeks lived in. Totally random, but Howard from Big Bang Theory also lives in Reseda, but he lives in a house with his mom. That is quite a drive to Pasadena. Can he even drive his Vespa on the freeway?
Preview: The next chapter is from Kensi's POV and let's just say something unexpected happens.