Post 6x14
Kensi leans forward, slipping out of Deeks' grasp as she deposits her beer onto the coffee table before burrowing back into his side. They're watching television, but he can tell she's not focusing, her ridiculous snort-laugh having been noticeably absent for the past twenty minutes of high-comedy.
"Do you think she was trying to tell us something?" she asks, as the show goes to commercial. "With the cactus story?"
Deeks drains the last of his beer and turns his attention to his partner. "You mean besides the fact that you're prickly?"
Kensi glares. "I'm prickly?"
"You're certainly a pain in my ass."
She elbows him. "I wasn't the cactus in that story, ass. I was the flower."
He snorts and puts his empty bottle beside hers. "Yeah, because out of the two of us, I'm the one that just sits there looking unapproachable all the time."
She bristles defensively. It's adorable and totally illustrates his point but he doesn't mention it. He has some self-preservation instincts after all.
"The story was clearly about a guy who was a cactus and a girl who was a flower," she insists.
"And I'm supposed to believe you actually ascribe traditional gender roles to our relationship?"
"When we're talking about how pretty we are, yes."
He considers it. "Debatable."
She elbows him again.
"Fine, fine." He shifts closer so she can't get any more leverage. God, his ass still hurts. "You can be the flower."
"I was always the flower."
"Sure, okay."
"Do you think she was telling us we can't be together?"
He gives her a look. "Why would she do that?"
She shrugs. "It's Hetty."
That covers all manner of evils, he'll grant her that. "She may be all-knowing, but she's not all-powerful, Kens. She can't actually keep us apart."
"She can, though." She's looking up at him, genuine concern in her eyes. They're all in, she's all in, but he knows that doesn't make all the fears that kept them apart disappear. "She can say it's against the rules - she can forbid -"
He presses his lips to hers, tender and firm, silencing whatever else it was she was going to say. She melts into him and he's just as certain as ever.
"She can't keep us apart, Kensi. Nothing can keep us apart."
She smiles, gives him a peck and snuggles back into his side, turning her attention back to the television, having apparently heard what it was she needed to hear.
He kisses the top of her head. "Are you saying you want to get married? Because as proposals go that was pretty lame, but we can make up a better story to tell the little ninja assassins when they start asking for tales of mommy and daddy's epic romance."
She sighs. "Shut up, dumbass."
Yeah, he's totally the flower.