Prompt from Tumblr: Densi. Kensi's chaetophobia is acting up during a case, Deeks can't fight his amusement.

"Oh no." Kensi paused momentarily as she approached her target by the poolside cabana. "No no no."

"Damn," Deeks chuckled as he slid into a lounge chair by the pool. "You gonna be okay? That's a lotta of back hair, Kens."

"I see that," Kensi said through gritted teeth, walking slowly towards the very large man in a very small speedo by the pool bar. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Just a hug and a spray, that's all you need." Deeks lowered his sunglasses to peer at Kensi's target; a Colombian salesman they suspected to be importing and exporting more than just coffee. "Try not to get your hands tangled up in that mess."

"Don't force me to make a detour over there to kick your ass, Deeks," Kensi threatened, adjusting her bikini top to accentuate her assets.

"I mean, this guy has back pubes!"

"No no no. I can't do this."

"He looks like he's got buckwheat in a headlock, too."

"Shut your ass, Deeks," Kensi whispered angrily.

Deeks groaned loudly. "Ugh, maybe you ought to give him the number to your bikini waxer, too."

"I'm literally going to walk over there and throw up on you." Kensi stopped just short of the large hairy man to compose herself before greeting him. "Poppy, it's so good to see you! It's been so long!" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and suppressed a dry heave while misting his neck with tracking spray.

The Colombian salesman pushed her away and stared at her approvingly, grasping her by the waist. She balked, shoving his hands away from her. "You're not Poppy! Get your hands off of me!" Turning her back on him, she stalked away towards her partner.

Deeks couldn't contain his grin as Kensi snatched him up by his arm and dragged him away from the pool. "I hate you," she snarled.

"You love me," he batted back.

"Seriously reconsidering that."

"Oh come on! How is this in any way worse than the goulag?" He argued, still grinning.

Kensi scrunched her face, not wanting to admit he was right, as slammed her sandals on the concrete. "Just take me back to work. I need a shower."

"Do you want some company?"

"NO."

"Hey, I think you have a back pube on you."

"Oh my God."

"Just kidding." Deeks wrapped his arm around her waist protectively and pulled her close, whispering in her ear. "Sorry babe. Every guy can't be as smooth as me."