Hello everyone! I'm updating this fast because I can't wait for you to read it. I need to thank my beta reader, but mostly to my friend who helped and co-wrote with me this chapter. Some of her tips were appreciated!

This chapter contents, not explicit, adult themes, so it's rated as M.

For now long this story won't have any other flashbacks. This is the present time when Deeks and Kensi meet six months after she went on the mission.

Hope you like it.

Day 181 (June, 6th month, present time)

It's afternoon and now that he's got that news from Hetty, he feels relieved again. He needs to go to her apartment, knows that she would be there soon. He doesn't feel angry at her, not at all. She knows everything that had happened, even though she hasn't spoken with him, but he's okay with that. He just needs her and that's the only thing he needs to know.

Deeks went to do the usual weekly visit to her house, but when he opened the door his jaw dropped in amazement.

"What you doing here?" Kensi asked, getting up off of the couch.

"I came to check on the house like I have doing every week since you left. Sam and Callen also sleep here once in a while." They stared each other for a while until he continued. "Hetty told me your mission had been aborted, but she didn't tell me that you were already here."

"I just arrived this morning. I thought about visiting you guys, but I was feeling tired… So," she said a bit awkwardly. "You're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He stopped as he said the sentence. "Actually, I'm not. Why did you call everyone?"

"I had to speak with Hetty; I was reporting the mission."

"Yeah, with her I understand, but I said everyone: Sam, Callen, even Eric and Nell." Deeks was breathless in disbelief, exaltation and deception. He wanted answers to the questions that he almost didn't have the breath to ask. "Why not me?"

Kensi sighed and walked to the kitchen counter, leaned there and stared at him. She was still silent, reading between the lines of the conversation: his breath. Why was he so incredulous, disappointed and exalted about her not calling him for 6 months? Her mind was telling her that the answer was simple, but she couldn't help but think; was she forcing her own mind to think that it was simple?

"Okay." He walked to her, slowly, like he was measuring every step he was taking. "Okay, I'm the guilty one." Kensi raised her eyes to the man who was standing in front of her. "I've should've already done this." Deeks left her breathless when he held her face in his hands, stared into her eyes and pressed his lips against hers.

The thought of how wrong that was didn't leave her mind. Kensi knew the consequences this could bring to her friendship with Deeks; she knew the problems that could cause in their work but she couldn't stop it. The kisses overflowed with desire and passion, and both gave them their everything. It was impossible for her to hinder her willingness, the willingness of having him. Marty didn't think, he simply knew that that was all that mattered; deep down, he never cared about the consequences, he's more of a man of action. His hand slipped down her back, pulling her to him, making it almost impossible for her to stop the shy moan that escaped her mouth. Both emanated desire; Deeks' shirt had fallen on the floor long ago and Kensi's T-shirt would join it soon. There were no words, they were not needed. Since the beginning they had both desired each other, and now everything they wanted was to enjoy that moment, that complete surrender to one another.

Deeks gained courage, got rid of Kensi's jeans. It was almost automatic for her, getting rid of his jeans too. Both bodies, almost naked, asked for more, the ultimate surrender. Kensi now had nothing on her mind, her heart was taking control. The weight of Deeks over her made her feel good, protected, loved. Marty hasn't spoken but his eyes were asking permission. She put her hand to his face and her lips met his, raising her head, and they kissed slow and tenderly. She broke the kiss, stared into his eyes and sighed. He wanted it, she wanted it. It could be a mistake, a violation of rules, but was it possible that something so intense could feel so wrong? Kensi knew that it was, but she also knew that her whole life was made of choices, choices that were always better for others. She never crossed the line between right and wrong, perhaps in fear, and she never told others her true feelings. Also Deeks had been making his life out of choices for others, but he had at least stepped the line between right and wrong, he's fearless and he's not afraid to open up and say how he feels.

He passed his thumb over her lower lip and kissed her, making her fall back into the comfort of the bed. Her bare neck invited him to trail kisses down it, passing over her chest and ending up on her belly. His hand was stroking her thigh and hers were caressing his hair. The actions made by the partners were intense and thorough, desperately covering every inch of each other's body, enjoying each second and not giving a damn about the consequences. The moment was theirs and nobody else's. Now it was just them two, two people in love, longing to shed the suppressed feelings kept over months. The clothes were already discarded on the carpeted floor in a trail, lost along the way, ending near Kensi's bed. Deeks undid her bra with only one hand and threw it away. Kensi felt somehow more alive, feeling their both chests together, warm and restless. She wrapped her legs around him until he got rid of the last clothing she wore. She took his underwear off too, but when he returned to the control again, he didn't act, he just kept kissing her. Not that that was bad, but he was stopping himself from having actions or reactions.

She wanted him, like never before, and she knew Deeks was too gentlemanly to act by himself; he didn't want to break a barrier that not even time could heal. In an almost automatic act, her body rolled over Marty and settled on top of him, contemplating a muscled and well defined view. He no longer had control or power; it was her time to take pleasure of someone she always missed, of someone who is so important to her, who she always loved. In a heartbeat everything stopped, everything ceased to exist as the two became only one, creating an unbreakable bond between them, and not even the slightest breeze that ran through the bedroom seemed to bother the two bodies, moving together as a melody played perfectly. Both hands were traveling through uncharted territories, knowing, memorizing and familiarizing what had been long desired.

They hadn't exchanged any words since they first kissed and now, neither of them was noisy; they just gasped. He was first, leaning his head back as he clutched her thighs. He didn't want to hurt her, but as much as she moved, the more he clutched. Only seconds later, she felt the same, scratching his shoulders, muffling a moan. A flood of emotions took over them and eventually they stopped. Kensi didn't move, she was still over his body and her forehead rested on his as both recovered their breaths. She rolled over him and laid her head over his shoulder. Deeks stroked her arms with the tips of his fingers and that made her cuddle even closer to his body. She fell asleep within minutes and he lay caressing her arm and hair, admiring her beauty, how pretty she was under the light of the moon. The last thing he remembered was kissing the top of her head and then he fell asleep too.

She woke up with the first sun rays and looked back. They had moved during the night; she was now sleeping cuddled to his chest and his arm was over her. The bed sheets were curled between and over them and she remembers last night really well. Usually the man is the one that wakes up and leaves the woman sleeping alone; now Kensi Blye needed to the take the role of the man. She couldn't surrender to continue sleeping next to him, their naked bodies exuding heat, keeping them warm. She couldn't surrender to sleeping, cuddling close to each other with his arm around her, making her feel safe and weak at the same time. She simply just couldn't surrender. Watching him sleeping, she only could see his blue eyes and thought to herself he'll never leave a woman alone. So, she had to leave him, to think of what just happened, to think about the mistakes her mind was telling her she just made. She had to leave, even if that meant fleeing her own house. She just couldn't wait until he woke up, because then, she wouldn't resist. And her mind was telling her to not surrender.

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