Prompt: Kensi makes it up to Deeks for yelling at him in Russia.

"Can I have a blanket?"

Deeks knew when he made this request of the stewardess that he was opening himself up to mocking from his partner/girlfriend/pretty lady sitting next to him on the airplane from Russia. But he was cold, dammit, and not particularly thrilled with her at the moment so he didn't really care that she would pick on him.

"If only you had your slanket," Kensi said on cue, resting her head on his shoulder. Somehow they were able to convince Hetty to let them all fly first class for the trip home. She had plenty of room in her own seat. And a pillow. She was warm and cuddly and smelled really nice despite needing a shower, but still. He needed to hold his ground, and she needed to sleep in her own seat. She either had no idea he was still mad at her or she was trying to make it up to him.

"Ha," he responded dryly and nodded a thank you to the flight attendant that handed him the blanket that, okay, was not nearly as soft and warm as his slanket. But there was no way he would tell Kensi that.

Kensi rolled her eyes and helped him stretch the blanket across both of their bodies. "Really? You're still upset?"

"Why would you think I'm upset?"

She shrugged. "You've barely said five words all day."

"Maybe I have a lot on my mind," he answered pointedly, assuming she would drop the subject if he hinted at his work problems.

"We could talk about it," Kensi offered. "Even though I'm pretty sure you're mad at me for yelling at you for killing…whatever his name was."

Deeks scoffed. "I never said I was mad at you."

"Yeah, well," she jabbed his chest with her finger. "You've never said a lot of things, but that doesn't mean they're not true."

Unable to control himself, he made a face and silently mimicked her words. And if looks could kill, his time of death would have been somewhere around 2300 hours, Further-eastern European time. "Fine," he said. "I'm a little mad, but it's fine. You were right, I should worry more about saving some asshole's life so we can question him than guaranteeing your safety."

Sighing, she nestled in closer to him and began rubbing his chest under the blanket. "I was actually going to say that I'm sorry I overreacted. I was jet-lagged and had been trekking through the woods for hours after that guy and yeah, I was mad. But I'm sorry, you did what you had to do and I shouldn't have belittled you."

"Oh." Deeks twisted his lips. An apology from his ladybird was pretty rare, and had to treat them delicately, like fine china. Kensi apologies could be equated to Christmas dinner with Hetty. A special treat, but you better not break that fucking plate because it was probably a gift from some emperor from the 1800s. How old was Hetty anyway? It was possible that she was immortal. And Deeks was apparently very sleep deprived, because he completely lost his train of thought.

Kensi. Snuggling. Apology. Got it.

"Thank you." He twisted his head and kissed her on the temple and tried not to let himself be distracted again, this time by Kensi's hand. Instead of circling his chest, it was now rubbing his upper thigh. "Sorry for not just telling you that I was pissed."

"Eh. We've been a little busy."

"No shit," he grumbled. Jesus, what was she doing with her hand? He was pretty sure her fingers just got a little bit of dick action. Snaking an arm around her shoulders, he lifted her slightly and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. "We haven't even been alone in a couple of days."

"I know," she groaned, kissing him back. This time when she squeezed her hand, there was no denying what she was aiming for. "I can't wait to get home."

"Uh huh." Deeks deepened their kiss and snuck his hand up her shirt. "Does this count as a fight? We missed makeup sex last time."

Kensi whimpered sadly, but didn't pull away from his lips. She only parted from him long enough to speak. "Looks like we'll miss it this time, too."

"What," he mumbled. "Oh come on, we can go to the bathroom, make this trip worth a damn somehow."

"It's not that." She stroked his ever growing erection with one hand and the back of his neck with the other. "You-know-who decided to show up today."

"Ms. Lange?" Deeks asked with a bitter groan.

"Okay, Deeks." Kensi pulled her face away from his and glared. "I've told you, it freaks me out that you named my period after Hetty."

He shook his head unapologetically. "But you have to admit, the similarities are remarkable."

More glaring, that then quickly turned into a soft smile thanks to his supreme sadface. No, he was not even close to ashamed about his ability to turn into a sad puppy. Kensi knew his tricks and still couldn't resist him. "How about…something else?"

He dipped a finger into bra, his eyes fluttering as it brushed her nipple. "Like what, play with your tits until I get blue balls? It might be worth it."

"Shh," she hushed him. "If you don't quit talking so loud, I won't do anything."

"Blow job?" Deeks asked in an exaggerated whisper. "If it's a blow job I'll go ahead and forgive anything you might do for the next year."

Kensi smiled and shook her head in mock annoyance. "Shut up, unbuckle your pants, and kill the overhead light," she ordered before ducking her head under their blanket.

"What, are you serious?" He hissed in disbelief. Still, he did as he was told. "I was joking."

She peaked her head out from under the blanket. "Consider it part of my apology."

His hand in her bra was blocking the way towards her southern mission so he snatched it away and curled it in her hair. He inhaled sharply as he blindly felt her wrap her hand around his cock and slip it through the opening of his boxers. "You don't have to do…I'm like, covered in Russia right now."

"Shut up, Deeks."

"Shutting…" The feel of Kensi's tongue circling the tip of his dick while her hand slowly stroked his length made his frustrating day start to disappear from his memory. "Up."

Her hot, wet mouth reminded him of their last trip together to a cold climate, at Christmas. If he kept a man journal, that much needed blow job would have been documented as the most epic feeling of his life. Kensi had a way of making everything better, whether she knew it or not, and even if she was responsible for his troubles in the first place. Maybe he should make her yell at him more often. Or maybe he should just tell her he loves her. Or buy her a unicorn.

His fingers tangled in her hair. He hummed when she hummed, and he was pretty sure this was so awesome that he'd finally fall asleep and be happily awoken when they entered Pacific Standard time.

"Deeks?" A low, quiet voice rumbled from the seat behind him.

Sam. "Fucking hell," he whispered, and tugged on Kensi's hair to make her stop. But of course she didn't stop, because haha, how fucking funny was it that Sam was trying to talk to him mid-fellatio.

Not funny at all.

"What, Sam?" Deeks asked grumpily, holding back a whimper when Kensi's teeth gently grazed his shaft. "Trying to uh, sleep here."

"What's that electronic thing you said Kam would like? I need to get her a birthday present."

What the shit? He sighed shakily and tried to compose himself well enough to speak, but damn, Kensi gave killer head and frankly he thought his balls were about to explode. Didn't Kam just have a birthday? How many fucking birthdays does this kid have? "Uh, sorry man, I don't remember."

"You know, the one we were talking about yesterday at the-"

"Trying to sleep, Sam!" Deeks slammed the palm of his hand on his arm rest just as Kensi slammed the head of his cock against the back of her throat. It was entirely possible that everyone in first class heard his outburst. The whole plane seemed to come to a standstill. The tired elderly couple across the aisle from them sat up and stared with judgment in their eyes.

"Damn." Sam's mutter brought everyone back to life. Luckily it was dark enough on the plane that Kensi's actions weren't terribly obvious to anyone that happened to glance in their direction.

With a huff, Deeks pulled the blanket over his head and tugged on his partner's hair. "You think you're cute, huh?"

Even in the dark, he could see the wicked glimmer in her eyes as she peeled her mouth away from him. "You don't?"

God, he did. "Please, just…I'm so close."

"Hmmm. Come for me, then," she purred, right before taking him completely in her mouth again.

"Ah ah, okay, yeah."

Those were the last noises he made before he came with a violent thrust in their makeshift tent, their own little world away from the rest of the passengers on the plane. He sighed contentedly and stroked her hair, not even complaining that she wiped her mouth on his shirt. "Come here."

Their lips met in the middle and they both laughed at their awkward positioning. "No more fights," Kensi said.

Deeks wiggled his eyebrows. "Aww, but I like your apologies."

"Whatever, I'm sure it will be your fault next time."

"I have no doubt that you're right about that." His smile faltered for a second, conveniently hidden by the darkness. "But I'm damn good at apologies, too."