Prompt: New Years kiss.
Monty's barking wakes him first.
"Go back to sleeeeep," he drawls to the agitated dog before drifting back to neverland.
A loud, repetitive popping sound wakes her next. She is not so quick to dismiss the noise, sitting up in a panic as she looks around the small apartment. But there was no desert, nor automatic weapon yielding members of the Taliban, to be seen. There was simply a dimly lit apartment, with a distant TV playing the sounds of cheers and celebration. Oh, and a pissed off mutt pacing the floor next to the bed.
"Fireworks," Kensi whispers, trying to calm her racing heart. "It's New Years." A snort erupts from her throat as she turns to look at Deeks' goofy yet peaceful (and oh yes, naked) form laying next to her in bed.
They might have started their celebration a little early, with one or two (or ten) drinks at Deeks' favorite bar, then stumbled back to his apartment. Then the celebration really began - the clothes scattered, the headboard banged, the neighbors yelled, and they passed out in a happy pile of nakedness in each other's arms.
"Kiss!" Kensi shouts, startling Deeks awake again.
"Wha?"
"Midnight, we missed midnight and the kiss and -," she pauses, taking a deep breath as he looks at her in a state of confusion. "It's what couples do on New Years." She points to the clock on his nightstand, glowing 12:09 in red. "And we missed it."
Deeks really should be looking at her worried face, but he's too distracted by her barely covered naked body to force his eyes upward. "It's not a law. Just a stilly stuperstition."
"A what?"
"Superstition. Or tradition. I dunno." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, because the two of them always seem to miss opportunities that are well within their grasp. It's just their fate, it seems. But not tonight. He rolls over and blinks his eyes at his clock before he begins to tinker with the buttons.
She cocks her head curiously, unable to see what he is up to until he pushes himself upright in the bed and she can see the clock - 11:59. Grinning mischievously, he slides over to her and pulls her into his lap, counting to 60 in his head as he peppers her now laughing body with kisses. As the clock strikes midnight for the second time that night, he kisses her softly on the lips. "Happy New Year."
Kensi is thankful for the poor lighting at that moment - it hides the flush in her cheeks and the lone tear in her eye. She wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes so hard that she fears she might hurt him. "Happy New Year."