This isn't exactly the reaction she had imagined from her partner, though she isn't complaining by any means. After the night they'd had, it might be exactly what she needs.
Kensi gasps and adjusts her shaky legs, fighting her natural instinct to brace her feet against the strong shoulders beneath her. This sensation was one she had missed for far too long - the slow, methodical feel of a man's tongue against her, the strong pressure of hands on her hips, and now the rough scratch of a beard against her thighs and ass. It didn't take long for her to get used to enjoying it again. A good thing really, since he hasn't been able to keep his hands or mouth off of her body since she grabbed his hand at the skating rink before Christmas.
"That dress is…"
"You like?"
"Almost as much as the shoes."
Her fingers twist in his blond hair, the memories of his intense gaze making her senses swirl even more than they already were. Yeah, she had looked damn good, and so had he. Kensi has always loved the way he looked in a suit, even before she could tolerate his presence in her house or in her bed. Infuriating or not, she had used visions of him in her fantasies during lonely nights. After seeing the way he had looked at her in her short black dress and 6 inch red heels, she was pretty sure he had done the same.
Tonight was their first planned undercover assignment since it had become much easier to "pretend" to be a couple. Their shared amorous looks sold the cover well, probably too well. His hand on her waist and teeth on her neck sparked her excitement; whispers of his future intentions left her wet with anticipation. But of course, things never go as planned.
"I think thigh holsters are the second sexiest things in the world, by the way."
"I tend to agree with you, but I kinda want to know what number one is."
"If we make it out of this alive, I'll show you."
Kensi is squirming and writhing, and Deeks places a firm hand on her belly to keep her still. But she is overwhelmed, so overcome with emotions and adrenaline that she is losing control of herself. He smells of gunpowder and feels like heaven between her legs, and she is so damn happy to be alive and here with him that she doesn't care that she pulls his hair too hard or makes an oddly inhuman sound when her orgasm finally takes over her body.
The room is eerily quiet then. She shivers as he sits up and with a feather light touch, runs his fingertips from her hips to her knees and down to her feet. A slow grin spreads across his face as he fingers the sharp heel of her borrowed Louboutins before sliding them off of her feet. "I think I lied to you earlier," he says in a low voice.
She's still trying to catch her breath. "Yeah?"
"I have a new number one." Deeks dips his head again, placing soft kisses up her body until he reaches her lips. "That funny squeaking sound you make when you come."
She groans and covers her face with her hand, which he quickly removes. Licking his lips, he rests his body flush against hers. "And I want to hear it again."