Tattoos and White Sheets

Chapter Three: Rewarded in a Black & White Paradise

by SunnyCitrus10

Forward: Another very M RATED chapter. If you have a driver's license, I think you are mature enough to handle the content figuratively, but not necessarily physically. Actually, the next chapter is a little more intense. The steam factor here has amped up considerably. Please do not read this if you are offended by Kensi returning the favor or think Deeks is not hygienic enough for what's coming next. I think this is the last really graphic story I will post here. Opening an AO3 or LiveJournal account might be the business if another rather graphic story emerges from my plot bunny. I assure you the next one will be toned down considerably. There is no physical sex in this chapter, but they do some things beginner couples can't even imagine.

Dedications: Thank you to Iamahistorian and MineAlterEgo for reminding me to post caution warnings and providing beta reviews and revisions. And Kudos to ZBBZL and Ambrosia Rush for providing encouraging comments. PurpleHipposRock, I appreciate the read through. And to MyOwnStar who comments on this story even though she ships BBT. She might become an ECO/Deeks fan very soon.

Episode References: "The Job" (#2.20) & 'Exit Strategy" (#3.13)

Kensi's POV

In the deep of the night, I awake in a strange bed and realize it is not mine. Lying next to me is my partner, Deeks. He is Marty when my mind lingers over the many intimate things we did together in the past few hours. I blush and smile widely. His approach to sex and intimacy is generous and loving. My times with Jack pale in comparison to everything we have done so far. An unselfish lover makes all of the difference in the world. Before tonight, sex was something I did. Now it is a mind blowing experience because of the wonderful man snoring beside me.

Marty is sleeping on his stomach and I can see the beautiful curve of his backside in the moonlight. My fingers reach out and lovingly trace every dip and curve. There are some scars and I feel compelled to lean over and kiss them as my hand glides slowly down to his drool-worthy behind. He starts to move and turns over onto his back. This allows for many possibilities and my grin widens even more.

I take one nipple into my mouth and suck deeply while pinching the other. When I see his eyes open, I look straight at him.

"It's your turn, Marty."

His eyes close at my words and he can only groan as I tease his body into a state of wicked frenzy. As I switch nipples a shiver runs across his body, and this pleases me immensely.

Now it's my turn to take control. I slide on top of him and glide my hands across his torso. He is lightly muscled and has a line of hair that begins at his stomach and trails below into his boxers. His skin has the lovely golden hue of a surfer who catches waves with the dawn. As I reach across his abs, I spot the bullet holes from the shooting in the convenience store. This reminds me of when he shot my almost abductors in the hospital parking lot. Time and time again my partner always has my back. Because of this, I want to take the time to savor him properly. He needs to know how much he is appreciated. To have an amazing man like Marty Deeks in my corner is a wondrous thing to behold. To let him love me and to love him back is beyond anything I can imagine. Ever since my father died, it's been difficult to let any boy or man through the barriers of my battered heart. The fear of being abandoned makes it easier for me to have an anonymous encounter with a nameless stranger. The possibility of having a meaningful relationship with a stable man (who accepts me for who I am) is frightening. But what scares me more is thinking Marty Deeks could be the man who breaks that vicious cycle.

Interrupting my musings he says, "Do you know how amazing you are?"

I smile and say, "Let me show you."

He laughs at this and pulls me forward. His playfulness is catching and can't help but laugh along with him as we get swept away by passion. I am rewarded with a deep and languid kiss.

After a short make-out session, I scoot over to the foot of the bed. My hands run up his long legs until I reach the waistband of his boxers. For some reason, Marty loves plaid. The red pattern reminds me of the ugly plaid shirt worn during the Stanley King case. The plan is for that shirt to disappear from his wardrobe. I am buying him some new body-grazing shirts and maybe some form fitting boxer briefs. His gorgeous swimmer's body should be on display in the right garments. I might have to ask Hetty for advice. That grey suit she picked out for his Christopher Stone cover was tailor made for him. The tie alone featured prominently in many of my restless and sleepless nights.

Focus, Kensi.After pulling off the atrocious boxers, I get my first good look at his full Monty (pardon the pun). My mouth starts to water at Deeks in his splendid birthday suit. He is long and wide enough to be enjoyable without looking monstrous. I plan on taking a nice, long ride on Cowboy Marty.

Settling down, I lower my hand to his crotch and place my thumb on the tip of his prominent erection. A little bit of liquid is already spilling out and I spread it over his tip. My hand slides down to the base of his beautiful penis. It is firm and the skin covering it feels like satin across my fingers. He smells like fresh citrus, sea air, and sunshine. The combined aromas are heavenly to my senses.

After a few strokes, I lean over and put my mouth on the end. My lips cover the top and I start licking the tip. I haven't even gone all the way down and my body is so turned on. Marty caves at this.

"Please Kensi!" he groans.

I engulf him fully and open my throat to pull him inside. I start to deep throat him and can hear the suction with every thrust. His hands go to my scalp and he gently puts them in my hair. He continues to thrust and moan my name as he falls deeper into pleasure. Marty starts to fidget and slowly pulls his member out of my mouth.

He gets me to turn around above him and we start pleasuring each other. I have never done this before and realize that Marty is the only guy I trust to do this with. I crouch on all fours and place my center right above his head. He parts my folds gently and slowly licks around and laps up all of the wetness. It has been gathering since he woke up. I pull his beautiful length into my mouth and start all over again. We are both moaning as we whip each other into a mindless state of bliss. As we near completion, he presses a finger into my folds without letting up on the pressure of his tongue on my now sensitive clit. As we orgasm together, I swallow as much of his cream as I can. He slowly presses against my channel as the tremors fade from my body. Thoroughly sated, I turn over and settle into his side and rest my head against his still heavy beating heart. We lie perfectly content in the silence. Our hands link and I finally notice the ink that has transferred from my body to his. This further emphasizes the closeness and intimacy that surrounds us as lovers.

"That was beyond words. Nothing in my life has come close to what we did, Kensi. I don't think anything else ever will."

I am blown away by this heartfelt declaration and a smile blooms that threatens to crack my face in half. I look up at Marty and tell him that everything before this moment was leading to this, our "thing". My mind lingers to the various one night stands that never moved my soul. With another man the main event would have come and gone. And I would definitely be dressed and out the door. Marty Deeks is the only guy who can annoy the crap out of me one second and have me changing my 'love them and leave them' ways after another. This hilarious surfer boy has taken a hold of my heart and only did it by being himself. He hugs me closer and nuzzles my hair.

After some lovely cuddling, he pulls me up and leads me to his bathroom. The heavenly delights to follow are too numerous to even fathom.

Author's Note: That red plaid shirt made a previous appearance in Episode #2.9, but the brown corduroys he wore in "The Job" made it look worse. I really hope it never comes back. You should see how the guys on Big Bang Theory dress. Raj has the ugliest vests and Howard wears skinny jeans in bold colors with turtlenecks. Oh wait, he calls them dickeys, but that doesn't make any sense. According to Wikipedia, a dickey is a "fake tuxedo front." Go figure.

Author's Note #2: Did you see that suit in #3.13? They filmed that undercover scene in a building on the Miracle Mile. No one ever wore a suit like that when I worked near there. Read MioneAlterEgo's "Birthday Surprise" if you want to know what happened to the tie.

Preview: The next chapter is not for the faint of heart. Water and a sexually charged Densi are involved. Do you see where I am going with this? And our favorite canine makes an appearance.