Pre-ep to 6x04.

"God, you feel amazing."

He's moving inside of her, slowly and methodically. With every thrust her back arches and she squeezes her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as her walls tighten around him. His voice is low and soft as he murmurs in her ear, begging her to come for him.

Her fingers are twisting and tugging in his hair, her teeth dragging across his chin so much that it's starting to hurt him, almost like she's burning him. But he can't tell her to stop. He never wants her to stop. "Harder," she purrs. "I want you to come with me."

Suddenly he's keenly aware of what is going on, that he needs to stop. "I can't, I don't have a..." She ignores him, bucking her hips faster and harder against him. It's what she wants, and her pussy feels so good...he can't stop.

Deeks moans in his sleep, burying his face deeper into his pillow. The fabric is burning his face again, this time enough to stir him awake. His pillow is not so much a pillow as it is his partner's velour yoga pants. And not just her pants, her snug-fitting pants clinging to her ass. In his dazed state, he blinks and tries to get his bearings straight. Face. Ass. Boner.

Shit.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, given their completely off-the wall living and working situation at the moment. Though it was still undefined, he and Kensi were basically living in a glorified sexless marital state. Not that he doesn't want to be having sex with her. He adjusts himself through his jeans and tries to ignore the incessant throbbing. Oh yes, he definitely wants to be having lots and lots of sex with her.

So why aren't they? That is a good question that Deeks has long since forgotten the answer to. Fear is probably the best reason. Fear of losing their partnership, their morals, or their lives. Being afraid doesn't stop their ridiculous teasing, or keep him from sleeping on the most goddamn uncomfortable couch in the world just so he can be as close as possible to her at all times.

Close doesn't even begin to describe the proximity of his face to the one thing he considers to be the most sacred and holy being in this world. In his supremely horny state, he likens her to a goddess deserving of his worship- from his knees of course. He can't help but remember how she smelled, how she tasted, the look of ecstasy on her face as he filled her completely...

"Nope." He sits up and shakes his head before laying down in the opposite direction. The hard arm of the couch is a far less sexy headrest than Kensi's ass. Except now, he has a perfect viewing angle of her. Dammit. Closing his eyes, he shoves his hand down his pants to adjust himself so he can try to go back to sleep. He just can't seem to get rid of the dream in his head though.

It seemed so real, like he really feeling all of her...and without a condom. Maybe that's why he woke up; even dream Deeks had a slight moment of panic over that scenario. A very brief moment of panic though, because just thinking about it again is making him so hard that he knows there is no way he can go back to sleep. He rubs the length of himself, softly growling in frustration. Opening one eye, he pokes her with his foot, trying to judge how deeply she is sleeping. Her only response is an open-mouthed snort.

"Fuck it," Deeks mutters. He pulls his hand out of his pants and starts rummaging through around the coffee table next to him, looking for an old shirt, or towel, or something he can use to catch the inevitable mess he is about to make. But of course with his luck, he actually cleaned up after her that night. His two heads start fighting over whether he should just go home or stay and keep fantasizing about Kensi. How amazing would it be if she wakes up and they throw caution to the wind and just fuck the shit out of each other right there? But Kensi is fast asleep, and as wrong as he feels about doing this right beside her, he needs relief.

Sitting up briefly, Deeks tugs his tee shirt over his head and falls back against one of her lumpy pillows. When they do actually move in together, he thinks, the first thing to go is this damn couch. He knows he must be out of his mind to think about these things (all the time), and to even suggest them casually when he can't even start a true relationship with her. That doesn't stop him from hoping that one day they'll get their shit together, maybe even get married and have a family.

Now he's made a full circle back to his dream again. He nudges her one more time just to be safe, unzips his jeans, and circles his fingers around his cock. Saying a silent prayer that she doesn't wake up, he rubs his thumb around his tip and squeezes his fingers tightly. As he closes his eyes, he tries to picture Kensi again, pinned underneath him and begging him to come inside of her. It's what he wants, and what she wants. He doesn't think he's ever had this fantasy before, but he's pretty damn sure that the thought of getting Kensi pregnant is the most exciting image he's ever conceived.

It doesn't make sense really, but it doesn't have to because it is getting him close to his breaking point and that's all he needs. Not logic or complications, he just wants to come. Stroking faster, he can almost feel her hands gripping his ass, forcing him to fuck her harder and deeper. He's lost in his memory of her essence, his thoughts becoming fragmented spurts of curiosity and desire. Her tits are pure perfection, does she like it rough, would she go down on him after being inside of her, he definitely would go down on her, God now he just wants to bury his face in her pussy until he can't fucking breathe, and why the hell aren't they actually having sex?

His legs are squirming, his breath growing increasingly more ragged with every manipulation of his hand. He can see her in his mind, her eyes locked on his so he can see every touch of emotion as he drives her over the edge. With a hard squeeze of his hand, he opens his eyes so he can see her for real, the live version of the woman he craves so much. But what he sees when he looks at her is not what he was expecting.

Kensi's wide eyes meet his in the dark and he gasps, biting his lip hard as he loses control over himself. She had been watching him, and still is watching him as if it's impossible to tear her eyes away as comes for her. Through the darkness and his own cloudy vision, he can still see the flush on her cheeks and the desire in her eyes, taking all of this sight in while he sighs and slows his hand to a complete stop.

Deeks only thought their relationship was complicated before. Now...he has no idea what to think. There has to be a way for him to explain himself without it becoming awkward, right? No, no possible way. He opens his mouth, trying to think of something to say. "I-"

"Shhh..." Kensi whispers, dipping her hand into her own pants. His eyes widen in disbelief, wondering if it was possible that he was still dreaming. But no, he is absolutely wide awake and confused as hell.

Swallowing hard, his eyes shift back and forth between her eyes and her hand slowly teasing herself. "You- ah, what's...going on?"

She smiles at him and his heart nearly flies out of his chest. "My turn."