For anon, who asked: "Deeks & Kensi wake up together."
"This is not my bed."
"And here I thought I was the detective."
Kensi closes her eyes and drops her head back on the pillow. "Oh, good. I was worried that wit of yours wouldn't be as sharp in the mornings."
"Speaking of sharp, move over a little." He pokes her in the side with his finger. "Your hips are like razor blades."
"You move over. I'm not leaving the warm spot. It's like 40 degrees out there."
"If I move over I'm going to be on the floor."
Kensi smiles.
"The bed would be considerably colder without my body heat."
"But then I would be able to stretch out." She spreads her arms to the sides. One hangs off the edge and the other lays across his bare chest. "What is this - a double? Do you have a set of Scooby-Doo sheets to go on it?"
Deeks wiggles a little, his side wedged partially beneath her. "You can stretch out with me here."
She brings her arm in and twists so that her chest is pressed against him. "I thought you wanted my body away from yours."
He scrunches his nose. "I was fibbing."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmm hmm. In fact, I think I want you even closer."
She traces his side with her fingers. "How close, exactly?"
He threads a hand through her hair and leans in. "Extremely."
"I think," she says as she closes the distance between their lips, "that can be arranged."