Kink fic meme: Bondage/restraints and blindfold/sensory deprivation. It's much milder than it sounds.

It's just a game.

That was the mantra currently playing on a loop in his head. Deeks could hear the words so loudly that he could see them flashing, white against black, on the back of his eyelids. All other sounds and sights were stolen from him, leaving him deaf, blind, and quite possibly dumb.

This all started with a day trip to Camp Pendleton to interview the CO of a Marine who was either a victim, a suspect, or both. Kensi had an unusual look in her eyes, like an evil glint, as she watched Marines do drills in the field. Deeks almost mistook it for nostalgia at first, but he knew her reactions better than that by now.

"You're kinda scaring me right now," he'd joked as they walked back to her Audi. Her only response - a wink.

Once at home that evening, she'd lured him upstairs with the same mischievous stare, explaining that she wanted to test his survival skills. He'd proven he would travel across the world to find her, she explained. But what if she was only feet away and he had nothing but pure instinct to rely on in order to save his princess?

Kensi stripped him of his shirt and jeans and pushed him to his knees, binding his ankles behind him and wrists in front with zipties. "Can you crawl?" With wide eyes he proved that he could in fact crawl, more gracefully than he imagined, along the wooden floor of their upstairs hallway. She nodded her approval and pulled a black strip of fabric from her jeans. "You've just narrowly escaped after being held hostage by savages for days. Your mission is to find me so we can escape together."

"Isn't this just a little too close to reality?" Deeks asked through gritted teeth. The wood felt harder under his knees and elbows than he would have expected.

Kensi cocked her head. "This is nothing like reality. It's just a game."

"A game," he echoed.

"It's night time," she continued, covering his eyes with the cloth and knotting it behind his head. "And there's been an explosion." Those were the last words he heard before she slipped foam earplugs in his ears and dragged him to his feet, spinning him in circles (4 and a half circles he counted). She pushed him to his knees again, and then...nothing.

It's just a game.

He licked his lips, thankful she didn't gag him as well. This gave him an out, a chance to surrender if he grew too frustrated with her "game." For now, he wasn't going to let her win that easily. Dropping his palms to the floor, he completed the rotation of the fifth circle, knowing he now faced the long end of the hallway. The stairs were to his right, a linen closet to his left. As long as he stayed true, he wouldn't fall down the stairs and break his neck. Excellent.

His movements were slow and careful as he crawled across the floor, the imaginary creaks and cracks sounding in his ears as he moved. A sharp fragment of wood pricked his right forearm, and he knew he was at the top of the stairs. That damn piece of wood poked him in the foot every morning. Fearing he was a little too far to the right for his own safety, he scooted to the left until a baseboard brushed against his knee. Just a dozen more feet, a turn to the right, and he'd be in their bedroom.

What he didn't anticipate were hazards in the hallway. Something hard and smelly, like mud and grass and engine oil, blocked his path. He ran his fingers across the offensive object, and shook his head with a silent sigh. Her boots. In the war zone of the Battle for Kensi Blye, one must always expect roadblocks in the form of discarded shoes.

After circumnavigating the boots, Deeks continued his slow crawl along the floor. Another foot, and his fingers brushed against some fabric, soft and thick. Dropping his head, he rubbed his cheek along the smooth denim and had a flashback to the nights where he'd fallen asleep with his face resting comfortably against jeans just like these. A slow smile spread across his lips.

So it was that kind of game.

Blood rushed to his cheeks, sensing what he thought he would find next on his journey to freedom. The discomfort of the wood against his skin was forgotten as he dragged himself further down the hall. He smelled her shirt before he felt it. Many things had changed over the years, but that scent would always remain the same. It was burned into his memory, gave him strength when he thought he had none left and often aroused him at the most inappropriate of times.

Though technically, bound and blindfolded would probably be the most appropriate time for him to feel a swelling in his shorts. Provided, of course, that he won this little game of hers. If he lost, wow, he was really going to lose. That most certainly was not going to happen.

Right before the turn to their bedroom, he felt the smooth satin of her bra at his fingertips. It distracted him enough that he turned too soon and hit his head on the door frame. He froze, knowing that in a real life scenario, that one mistake could mean his death. Silently he waited, the pounding in his ears louder than he assumed the thud of his head against the door could have been. But no one snatched him up, or removed his blindfold. Odd, he thought, that now he would consider the return of his sight to be a punishment instead of reward.

Kensi watched him. He knew it because he could feel her gaze penetrating his mind. He could almost hear her shaky breathing, see the gleeful smirk on her face, taste her velvety flesh on his lips. The gifts of sight and sound and freedom weren't necessary for him to feel those things, only his memory and keen awareness of his lover.

It was still too soon to speak his victory. He adjusted his position and crawled over the threshold of their room. The floor squeaked under his weight, not because he heard it but because it always did in that one particular spot. She wouldn't be on the bed. Most likely she waited for him in her chair, from her apartment, in the corner of the bedroom. If his suspicions proved correct, then just within his grasp should be...

Deeks dropped his lips to the ground, half expecting to look like an idiot when he face-planted onto the bare floor beneath him. But his instincts were on point - his mouth rested on lace, red lace to be exact. He'd watched her put them on that morning, thinking at the time it was an odd choice for a likely uneventful day at work. Perhaps it wasn't such an odd choice at all. A deliberate decision, just like his choice to toy with them on the floor in front of her. He nudged them with his nose, just as he liked to do right before yanking them down her slender legs and flinging them across the room. There was something intoxicating in her scent, more powerful than any aphrodisiac in the world. Only one thing could possibly be more potent.

Opening his mouth, he clamped his teeth on the panties and dragged himself across the floor until his head bumped the old armchair at last. He deposited the lingerie at her feet, searching blindly for an inch of skin to kiss. Kensi jerked when his lips found the arch of her foot. It's funny, he thought, that he never noticed how unbelievably soft that patch of skin felt. But not so soft that he didn't have the urge to nip at it, and her ankle, and her calf as he pulled himself upright. He didn't face her as he sat on his heels, because that would mean he'd actually have to remove his lips from her body. His prize had been found, and he was going to claim it.

From her knee to her thigh he blessed her with his tongue, taking the time to savor her in ways he hadn't since their first few weeks together. Her hips shifted slightly, spreading her legs further apart for him. He smiled, murmuring to her right before he spread her lips with his tongue. "I win."

Though he couldn't hear or see, he felt the vibrations of her laugh and words before she tangled her fingers in his hair. "Keep telling yourself that."