Something soft and fluffy is obstructing his breathing. Usually when he wakes up to this sort of tickling sensation, the fuzzy offender is Monty's tail. But this...this smells way too much like heaven to be his dog. And the soft, warm back pressed against his chest? Definitely human, possibly even super human.
Deeks blinks, adjusting his eyes to the morning sun streaming in through a nearby window. The light is casting a glow on the other occupant of his bed, a beautiful, naked, brunette...
"Santa?" He asks, blowing the tip of her Santa hat off of his nose. Then he remembers the events of the night before - Christmas Eve, the drive up to Mammoth, a nice steak dinner with wine, then even more wine, the random acquisition of a Santa hat, Kensi's thrilling rendition of "Santa Baby", laughter that turned to kisses, kisses that turned frantic as he literally shook in anticipation, and the most restful night's sleep he'd had in ages.
He tightens his arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. She stirs slightly as he kisses the curve of her neck. "You stole my hat," he grunts.
"Looks better on me anyway," she replies sleepily.
"Won't argue with that." He closes his eyes and nestles into his pillow, listening to her breathing in the quiet room. Screw snowboarding, spending all day in bed with Kensi was starting to feel like the best way to spend Christmas Day. And leaving Monty with his neighbor was the second smartest thing he had done all week. "Hey Kens?"
Kensi yawns and arches her back. "Yeah?"
"Do you think Santa delivers to ski resorts?"
She snorts and laces her fingers through his. "I know he does."
"And how do you know that?" He also wonders if room service has waffles and bacon, but that question can wait till later.
Twisting her head around, she peaks out from under the Santa hat still on her head. "Because I got what I asked for."
His chest tightens and the only response he can muster is a soft kiss to her lips. This Santa had just given him the best Christmas present in the world.