For hermionesmydawg
"Come pick me up."
At her instruction, Deeks crosses behind Kensi, his hands finding the swell of her hips. "You must be a baker's daughter, because those are some hot buns."
"This is what I meant when I said I didn't want to see it in the workplace."
"Boost me up, Deeks. I meant boost me up."
His hands shift a little lower and he presses his chest against her back. "So what you're saying is you want me to grab your buns?"
"Please stop saying buns."
"Okay, Sam," Deeks says as he hoists Kensi up onto the stack of wooden crates, "but fair warning, I'll just substitute the word 'rump.'"
"Do we need to be on comms?"
"I'm struggling to see a reason."
He gives her an extra, totally unnecessary push. "Your rump is roasting."
"Are you two in position?"
"I thought you didn't want to hear -"
"Definitely don't need to be on comms. Just call us when Kensi's killed someone."
"Anyone, really."
"We'll ask no questions."
Deeks frowns and Kensi bumps his shoulder. "Rump roast for dinner tonight, Honey Buns?"
He grins and thinks I love you.
Her eyes twinkle as she returns her attention to the rifle scope.
She knows.