"It's fine."

Kensi shook her head angrily. "It's awful."

"Maybe not awful."

"But not good."

Deeks shrugged. "It's hard for you to look bad, really."

Frowning, Kensi tugs at her suddenly much shorter hair. "I look like a boy."

"Wow, you definitely do not look like a boy." He pointedly drags his eyes up and down her body. "Yup, you've still got boobs. Nothing boyish about you. All woman."

"But I know you prefer longer hair on women," Kensi said, raising an eyebrow.

"I also prefer you without any clothes on, but that's doesn't mean I don't find you attractive in jeans and an ugly button down shirt." Deeks tugged playfully at her gray top.

"So now you don't like my shirt?"

"This isn't new information." Deeks crossed his arms across his chest. "And you're still just trying to get me to say I don't like your hair. Your hair is fine. Look, it's not your fault that Martee and Donnie put gum in it while you were sleeping."

Kensi gritted her teeth. "Correction: while I was sleeping and you were supposed to be watching them."

"I was watching them..."

"No."

Deeks pouted. "The Clippers game was on. It happened so fast."

"I'm still pissed." Kensi said, poking her bottom lip out.

Deeks didn't buy it for a second, knowing that she was still trying to make him feel bad for her unfortunate hair accident. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body so he could look directly in her eyes. "Listen. You could be bald, pimply, pasty-faced, and weigh 300 pounds and I would still want you. Because it's you."

She smiled finally and squeezed his waist as he leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Curling his lips playfully, Deeks rested his forehead against hers. "Besides. I can't see your hair when my head's between your-OW!"

Kensi had pulled away from him, grabbed his nipple, and twisted hard to interrupt him. "Not in front of the kids, Deeks."

"They'll have to learn how they got here one of these days." Kensi raised her fingers and made a pinching motion at him again. Rubbing his nipple, Deeks half-chuckled, half-grimaced. "Okay, okay. You know what? Even with that haircut, you're still adorable when you're angry. Ow."