Prompt: "I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm really horny and you're really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?"

Sorry, this one is humor, not smut. :)

"How ya doing over there?"

Kensi smirked at her partner from across the bullpen, knowing full well how he was doing. It was a paperwork catch up day, which he hated. If he'd wanted to do fucking paperwork all day he would still be a lawyer. So, paperwork was strike one. Strike two? His beautiful partner was wearing a very distracting low cut shirt, and kept tucking and squeezing and thrusting her boobs all over the place. Seriously, he should arrest her ass right then and there for public indecency. Unfortunately, if he stood up to do so, Sam and Callen would see his raging hard-on that was attempting to burst through his jeans.

Deeks gave Kensi an irritated look and reached for his phone. He couldn't announce his naughty intentions to the class. No, he'd have to be more discreet. Hopefully Hetty didn't monitor their text messages.

*i'm gonna be honest with you*

*i'm really horny and you're really hot*

*can we fuck?*

*like, now? burn room, come on*

He waited for her reaction, but she must have had her phone on silent. Quietly he sat, willing her with the force of everything he thought to be holy to look at her phone. She was looking right back at him but couldn't read minds apparently. He held up his phone and wiggled it in the air, then pretended like he was typing on it. In response, she held up her phone to show that she had no messages.

"What the..." Deeks muttered, then dropped his phone when it vibrated in his hand. The text message was from Sam, who he now noticed was staring pointedly at him.

*but you haven't even wined and dined me yet ;)*

"Shit," Deeks cursed.

"Again?" Kensi asked. "Who did you sext this time?"

"I didn't!"

She rolled her eyes. "This happens all the time. Were basic reading skills not required for your fancy west coast law school?"

"Shut it, Cornell sounds like it should be a culinary school," Deeks growled, getting even hornier because dammit, arguing just did that to him. "Which, if it were, you would have failed out of your freshman year."

"Guys," Sam interrupted. "We had one rule when you two starting dating."

"One rule," Callen chimed in, not looking up from his paperwork.

"And what was that rule?" Sam asked.

Deeks dropped his head in shame. "No fucking at work," he grumbled.

"No fucking at work," Sam repeated in a mock fatherly tone. Secretly, he was dying laughing on the inside and Deeks knew it. Bastard.

Kensi closed her eyes and shook her head. "This is so embarrassing. And before you ask, no, it's not time to go. It's only 10:00 in the morning."

Deeks pouted at Kensi, then glared at Sam and Callen before returning to his case file. He managed to finish one, moving it to his completed stack and grabbing a fresh folder. Holding a finger up in the air, he pursed his lips. "Okay, but what about lunch-"

A collective chorus interrupted him. "No fucking at work!"