Kensi dried off the last plate and put it in the cupboard, turning around to stare at Deeks. "So I was thinking-"
"Frightening in and of itself," he interrupted, pouring out the remainder of that morning's coffee into the sink.
"Ha ha," Kensi said, making a goofy face. "No really, I was thinking about something you said a while back. About your ass."
Standing at attention, Deeks took a pause from his cleaning. "Listening."
"You said you have a scar. I've never seen it."
Chuckling, Deeks returned to cleaning his carafe. "Who's fault is that?"
Kensi waved her dishtowel at him. "Drop 'em."
"Now?"
"Yes, now."
Deeks pursed his lips before turning off the water and turning around to face his partner slash new but not quite so new girlfriend. He wiped his hands on his jeans before looping his finger in his belt, unfastening it. "Just so we're clear, are we-"
"Not in the kitchen, Deeks."
He frowned slightly as he popped open the button to his jeans and unzipped them. They fell to his ankles with a thud and a jingle, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. "Okay, I'm just not sure we're in that place yet in our relationship. I mean, yeah, doing dishes seems really domestic, but I don't know if we're ready for non-sexy naked."
"Oh shut up," Kensi said, grabbing him by the hips as she flipped him around.
"Wow. You sure about that not in the kitchen thing? Cause this could be fun."
Kensi ignored him, yanking his boxers down. She took an extra second to admire him before she started inspecting thoroughly. She squinted and tilted her head. "I don't see anything."
Deeks twisted his head around to look at her. "It's an ass, Kensalina, and from what you've told me, a very nice one."
"I don't see a scar, dumbass."
"Nice."
"Seriously."
"Seriously?" He asked, turning around to pull his pants up. "There's no scar."
She rolled her eyes. "You lied? About an ass scar?"
"In my defense," he said, flashing her a grin, "I was trying to impress you."
"Really."
"It made you blush, and you remembered it. I'd say it worked." Pushing off the counter, Deeks walked to the refrigerator and opened it, leaning in for a beer. Kensi spun her dishtowel into a tight spiral and released it, popping him squarely in one one of the back pockets of his jeans. He jumped, rubbing his ass. "Ow! What was that for?"
Kensi grinned, backing slowly out of the kitchen. "I'm sorry. You think that left a mark?"
Deeks wiggled his eyebrows at her, following her out of the kitchen. "Only one way to find out."