For lightedwindows, who asked: "Kensi makes breakfast in bed!"
Deeks tries to smile.
"You like it?"
He nods, still smiling. "Mmm hmm."
"It's good?"
He nods again.
Kensi raises an eyebrow. "Does that mean you're going to swallow it?"
"I'm trying," he manages around a mouthful of food. "It's like my gag reflex won't let me."
Kensi laughs, a full throaty laugh that warms him right to his toes. She grabs the napkin from the tray on his lap, opens it and holds it in front of his mouth.
He tries to telegraph an apology with his eyes as he spits the - whatever it was - into the napkin before reaching for the glass of orange juice.
She wads up the napkin and scrunches her nose. "I was pretty sure I put two tablespoons of pepper in instead of teaspoons, but at that point I was so far into the recipe I didn't have the heart to turn back."
Deeks finishes the glass of orange juice and leans in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "It's the thought that counts."
She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, bringing them to rest along his jaw. "Donuts?"
He kisses her lips. "Perfect."
"Good thing you only love me for my mind," she says, lifting the tray and setting it on the bedside table.
He tugs off the comforter and slips out of bed. "Don't be silly. I love you for your body."
"Well, we can agree it's not for my cooking skills."
"Yes, sugarbear," he says, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, "we can most certainly agree on that."