Prompt: Pre-Fighting Shadows explanation of sex machine. I couldn't figure out which drabble series to post this to, but I chose this one due to language.

If there was one thing Marty Deeks had learned about Kensi Blye in their almost five year relationship, it was her limits. He knew if she needed a break from a case, or some space from Sam and Callen and even himself, or when she would literally lose it if she didn't let her emotions out.

He also knew her limitations when it came to alcohol, though it took a couple of years of experience to learn the different phases of her inebriation. It was a slippery slope once she started driving down the road to Tipsytown, but he was an expert now at ending the fun before she hit code-red-holy-shit-drunk Kensi.

Well, usually. Sometimes, there's an unexpected bump in the road.

For example, going out for drinks with your coworkers at the end of a long week at a new bar that brews their own beer, and not realizing the brewskies she was pounding were in fact high gravity beers. Kensi's usually unflappable "I can handle my beer" attitude quickly disappeared, soon replaced by the giggling, dancing, raunchy girl from college. She cursed. She twerked. She wooed.

Deeks felt like he was watching a car crash in slow motion and could do nothing to stop it. He knew he had to get out of the bar and into a safe, private place before she shoved her hand down his pants. Or worse, down someone else's pants.

See, code-red-holy-shit drunk Kensi was also horny Kensi. He'd rather not remind her of the first time he discovered this fun fact a few years ago, but the end result was very similar to what was about to happen to poor Nell on the dance floor. Deeks wrapped an arm around his partner's shoulders and started steering her toward the door, much to the frightened redhead's relief. "Come on drunky, let me drive you home."

"Did you hear that, Nell? He's gonna drive me home," Kensi said way too loudly, winking suggestively.

"Right," Nell drawled before shaking her head and resuming her dance with Eric.

"Shit, Kens," he whispered in her ear as he waved goodbye to the group. "Being drunk doesn't excuse that we are still trying to keep our relationship a secret."

She rolled eyes at him. "Relaaaax, it's not like I grabbed your dick or anything. Yet," she snorted.

"Sweet Jesus," he muttered, depositing her in the front seat of her Cadillac. The stark contrast between this current version of his girlfriend and what he was accustomed to day in and day out was shocking.

The drive home was mostly silent, and he was beginning to think maybe she'd passed out next to him. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Her head shot up and she straightened her back as if she had a brilliant idea. "You should pull over and do me in the rear!"

Like some sort of uncontrollable force took over his body, Deeks slammed on the brakes amidst blaring car horns. "I'm sorry, what?"

"In the backseat," she slurred, taking her seatbelt off. "Come on, you know you wants to."

Well, of course he wanted to. He pretty much always wanted to, just maybe not when she was sloppy drunk and in a random parking lot (in the backseat of an NCIS issued vehicle, no less). Back at her apartment? Absolutely. "Maybe that's not the best idea," he said, applying pressure to the gas again.

She pouted dramatically and climbed on her knees, leaning over the center console. "Has I ever told you you're really good in the bed," she said softly, sliding a hand up his thigh.

"I, uh," he glanced at her hand, inching closer and closer to his - oh, and there she was. "Yes. No. Maybe."

"You're like, the best I've ever had," she confessed, squeezing her hand. "It's like you have batteries in your tongue."

That almost made sense, but not quite. "Wh-what?"

"You're like my own private sex machine," she whispered, nibbling roughly at his ear.

Deeks tilted his head away, but that just prompted her to suck on his neck. And despite her less than seductive compliments, he was still finding himself turned on by her. He was trying, wow was he trying, to just pay attention to the road for just a few more seconds. "Kens, sit back down. Please."

"Not until you pull over and fuck me senseless," she said, almost in a sing-song voice.

"No."

"But I neeeeeeeeed you."

He grinned and shook his head, easing her SUV to a stop. Wow, he was never going to forget this. Hell, he was never going to let her forget this. "Okay, fine."

"Yay!" She excitedly clapped her hands, then looked around in confusion. "Wait, this is my apartment."

"I know." Admittedly, he was feeling a little proud of himself and his sexual prowess at the moment. She wanted Marty Deeks, Sex Machine Extraordinaire, and he was going to give it to her. In the rear, as she so eloquently put it. Grabbing her head, he pulled her lips to his. It caught her by surprise and she squealed, but that quickly turned into a moan as he coaxed her mouth open with his tongue. Pulling away slightly, he nibbled on her bottom lip and whispered, "Get in the back."