There's an early spring here, and randy plot bunny is feeling frisky...
"How come I feel like I've known you forever?" she asks, as my hands glide down to her ass, barely contained by those absurdly erotic panties.
"Because I've been waiting for you," I reply, and then turn so that I can kiss her stomach, right above her belly button ring before moving downwards and taking the waistband of those panties between my teeth as her hands tangle in my hair.
"Rip them," Kensi says fiercely. "Just tear them off. Now."
Okay. No problem. No problem at all. I've just been given permission to fulfil a long-held dream, so I'm not exactly going to object, am I? I give a sharp tug and that side rips free and I just grab the other side and yank sharply and the panties are no more. Which is a shame, because they were definitely working for me. On Kensi, I mean. I don't think orange is really my colour: I'm more a navy-blue sort of guy.
But Kensi is everything I've ever wanted and more. She's lying there, completely confident and comfortable in her own body, with no trace of shyness. And she is so beautiful, with her skin shimmering against the cool white of the sheets. She's everything I ever dreamt of and more. And she's right here in my bed. There's something wrong with this picture. This is too good to be true because this sort of thing doesn't happen to me. I'm Deeks, the clown, the screw up, the guy who ditched the law, who couldn't make it work in LAPD and whose managed to get shot twice in a year with NCIS. And now I'm with Kensi – who's pretty much the ultimate agent – skilled, fearless, killer-shot – she's multi-lingual and multi-talented. Why on earth would Kensi want to end up with someone like me?
"Pinch me."
"What?" She blinks a couple of times.
"Pinch me. Because this has to be a dream, right?"
"No dream. Just glorious, wonderful reality. But seeing you ask so nicely…" She stretches forward and nips me on the ass. Hard. And it kind of feels good, in a mildly kinky sort of way. "Have you any idea how long I've been waiting to do that?"
"Since you saw me and Sam grapple at the MMA tournament?" Hey, some girls get turned on by that sort of thing. And let's be honest, I was as turned on as anything watching Kensi and Eva Espinosa fighting a few months ago.
It's hard for her not to smile at that. "Pretty much. And just about every time I've seen you since then. You have the cutest butt."
That's fair enough, especially when you consider I've been thinking the same about her butt, and her breasts. Plus I've been longing to touch her breasts, to caress them, cover them with kisses and bury my face between them. And funnily enough, it turns out that Kensi's been longing for me to do just that. Who would have thunk it? So I'm kissing and stroking and she is writhing sensuously with each touch and we're both in heaven. Kensi's skin tastes amazing, just like I knew it would and the things she's doing to me with her mouth and her fingers are threatening to send me crashing over the edge before I've hardly begun. I'm moaning and she's groaning and this is pretty close to perfection as my hands slide down the skin over her back and then hold onto her hips, where they hesitate for a second.
I'm ready, no doubt about that, but all of a sudden I am gripped by this sudden terror – I want to and yet at the same time I'm terrified because this is Kensi – my friend and my partner and I don't want to ruin everything we've got between us. I don't want to risk losing her. Just as I'm hesitating, frozen by my insecurities, Kensi looks up at me, and the expression on her face just pulls me in. There's nothing to be frightened of here: she is still my partner and she will always be my friend, it's just that now we're about to become lovers and move this relationship onto a higher level. That doesn't mean we destroy everything that went before, of course it doesn't. We're just taking it deeper, making it more meaningful. We might even be making a commitment to each other. After all, I saved her life and she saved mine – that's pretty major stuff. So there's nothing to be afraid of, is there? I'm not going to lose her when we make love – I'm just going to get to know a whole new side of her.
It's easy to continue after that: all I have to do is to look at Kensi and I'm lost in the moment and just revelling in all the new sensations. There was a time when Hetty said we had to learn to trust each other, another time when she made us waltz to help us work better together. This is the ultimate in trust and now we've got no problem about moving in perfect harmony. We're living in the moment and time almost seems to stand still.
Taking control once again, Kensi moves to straddle my hips and now everything is so simple, like this was all pre-ordained, written in the stars since the beginning of time. All we had to do was to accept out fate for this is just the way it was always meant to be: the two of us here in the twilight, her face intense and composed and me trying not to tremble too much with all the adrenalin and anticipation that's been building up for so long. In the end, it is perfectly simple: I just move up towards her and she takes me, holds me and everything else simply ceases to be. Nothing else has any meaning except this one moment. This is exactly how it is meant to be, how it will always be from now on and we're moving together seamlessly, chasing each other and racing towards eternity. It was never like this before, because I never had this level of involvement. She's taken me completely, heart and mind, body and soul – I'm hers to command and I'm falling, tumbling head over heels as I slip into infinity. Nothing can stop me now. And this is only the beginning. I don't want this to ever end, as I'm surrounded by her, captured so completely.
Kensi's making these little whimpering noises now, almost like she's moaning and then she takes a gulp, swallows and is silent for just as second as her body shudders as a series of waves ripple through her. That's it: hearing her and watching her does for me utterly, it tips me over the edge and makes me lose control completely. There's an explosion of colour that fragments and then crystalises into every colour of the rainbow before subsiding into velvet darkness, and then there is just a dim room, a tumbled bed, two people lying intertwined and breathing raggedly as we try to work out if we still alive.
Afterwards we lie together for a long time, talking quietly, saying all the things we never quite had the courage to say before. We've got a lot to talk about, after all. We've worked together for a long time, and almost since the day we met we've both been in denial.
"Why did it have to take me getting shot for you to come to your senses?" I ask, not entirely seriously.
Kensi's lying with her head on my chest and she thumps me on the thigh with her fist. Luckily she hits my good leg. "That's right. Make like I should have done all the running. You could have said something, you know. Or you could have done something less drastic than nearly dying. That was just showing off."
"Like what?"
She thinks about this for a moment. "You could have declared undying love and then picked me up in your arms."
Okay, so we're into fantasy time, are we? That's fine: all I've got to do is remember all this for when my leg's healed and her wish is my command. "Kind of like An Officer and a Gentleman?" I'm not averse to a bit of role play either, if you really must know. I believe in having an open mind, after all.
"I was thinking more along the lines of Rhett Butler and Scarlet O'Hara," Kensi confesses, snuggling in a bit closer, slinging one leg across mine.
That's even better. Soft southern accents and corsets have always done something for me. That could really work. Except didn't Rhett Butler carry Scarlett up a flight of stairs? That could be a slight problem, seeing as how I live in an apartment, and while I'm not exactly shy, I'm not a complete exhibitionist either. I can see we're going to have to do some work on this fantasy later on. It's always good to have a project you can both work on together.
"So that time you zapped me with the taser - that was really just your way of showing me how much you cared?"
Kensi looks at me as if I'm mad. "Of course not: it was because I wanted to zap you with the taser. Who better to practice on than my partner?"
"Admit it: you were secretly hoping I'd go into cardiac arrest and then you'd get to do mouth-to-mouth on me, weren't you?"
"You are so big headed! You're not that irresistible, you know." This time she doesn't thump me, instead she kind of shimmies her hips against me and the sensation provokes an instant reaction. A very pleasurable reaction, if you must know.
"Can I help it if you think I'm gorgeous?"
"Did I say I thought you wer gorgeous? You'd pass in a crowd, I suppose. And anyway, you think I'm irresistible, don't you?" Kensi gives another slight wriggle, just to let me know she's noticed.
"Guilty as charged, ma'am. But that's not the point. You think I'm hot stuff. And I am. You just ask anyone. Ask Nell."
I think that might just have been the wrong thing to say, because Kensi sort of stiffens. "Nell?" Her voice has a brittle edge to it. "What do mean Nell thinks you're hot stuff?"
Oh oh. Definitely the wrong thing to say. But come on, surely Kensi noticed the way Nell was practically undressing me with her eyes earlier on? "Nothing. It was just a joke." Surely she doesn't think I've been encouraging Nell?
"A bad joke." Her lips are kind of drawn into a thin line.
Surely Kensi's not jealous of Nell? When I think of Nell, it's kind of like she's the kid sister of one of my buddies. Don't get me wrong – Nell's a great kid (when she's not being tactless, that is) and she's as cute as a button – but that's it. I just can't think of her in any sort of sexual way – it just seems plain wrong. I'm kind of shocked to realise my moral standards are that high. (That's a joke, by the way. I just thought I'd better point that out, because everyone gets my sense of humour.)
8. Support.
If your honey believes something you don't or says something you don't agree with, be sure to support her anyway. Your companion deserves a higher level of respect so be sure to stand by him or her no matter what.
"Sure. A really bad joke." For some reason, my colleagues in NCIS don't really appreciate my jokes. I've never quite worked out why. But this is obviously bothering her, so I try to make amends. "Kensi: I've just told you I've had a thing for you from the start. It's always been you. I don't even care that I had to get shot in order for us to finally get together, all I care about is that we're together. That's all that matters." Nell doesn't even begin to feature on my radar as anything other than a colleague: she never has and she never will. That's just the way things work: you either have a thing with someone, or you don't. I can categorically state that I have never had a thing for Nell. But Kensi, on the other hand… she had me, she always had, it was just that I didn't know until now.
The tension in her body seems to dissipate. "Me too. It's just that… I don't know. This is all just so new and I don't quite believe it yet."
"You and me both." I start kissing her neck again, and am gratified when that induces a shiver of delight and her fingers tighten around my bicep.
"There's just one thing though…"
"Uh huh?" Right now, I'm a bit pre-occupied, because I've got plans. It's my turn to take charge of things and set the agenda.
"Let's not say anything, okay? Not just yet."
Wait a minute. Did I just hear that right? Did Kensi say what I think she just said? "You want to make like nothing happened?" That stops me in my tracks and no mistake.
"That's not what I said. And it's not what I meant."
"Okay – so what did you mean?" Is she embarrassed? Ashamed? Is she regretting this already? "Kensi? Exactly what did you mean?" The mood is definitely gone.
"I knew you'd react like this." She sits up and then pulls the sheets up around her, like I've not seen her body, like I've not already kissed nearly every square inch of her.
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you." I can't help noticing that she's not answering the question.
"You think I'm ashamed, don't you?" This statement is accompanied by a rather sharp poke to the chest, but seeing as how the sheet slips to expose her right breast, I'm not going to say anything.
"Are you?"
"What do you think?"
I shrug. "That I wouldn't exactly blame you?" It's no secret that I've had more than a few girls staying over during the time I've been in NCIS. Sort of serial dating, if you like. Except for the twins. Well, they were identical twins, so how could I choose one over the other? That wouldn't have been fair. And besides, I might have chosen the wrong one. Maybe Kensi's afraid this is just going to be another flash in the pan, and that I lack staying power. How can I tell her that it's because while the sex might have been great, there was always something lacking; I always knew I was looking for something more – and that I've found that something with her? That would just sound really lame.
"You are an idiot, aren't you? A complete idiot. God knows why I fell so hard for you, Marty Deeks." The sheet slips right down to her waist as Kensi leans forward and kisses me. "I just want this to be special, between us and nobody else – just for a few days? Alright?"
Alright? That sounds just about perfect. I've just got to learn to trust Kensi. And maybe to I need start to feel like I deserve to be with her. If she can believe in me, why can't I believe in myself?
"Sure, baby girl. Anything." I'd do anything for her, anything at all. Because she's Kensi and that's all there is to it. Life's actually very simple, you know, once you've figured out what's important. SO she wants to keep this secret? Well, why not? What harm can it possibly do?
Oh Deeks - really? You'd think he'd know better, wouldn't you? let's just say that slushy plot bunny has been throwing pixie-dust in his eyes.