Marty Deeks could be an evil, evil man.

It started off being her fault, Kensi figured. She shouldn't have snoozed her alarm that morning, choosing beauty sleep over making her hair look perfect. A ponytail was perfectly acceptable for work, so why not catch a few more Zs instead? Although, the snooze button doesn't work too well if you accidentally turn the alarm off completely.

A strange, but extremely pleasant, tickling sensation on her chest finally broke her from her slumber. She remained perfectly still on her back, popping one eye open to investigate her morning tickle monster. A messy mop of blond hair was migrating southward down her body, leaving soft kisses on her skin on its way. Now this was the way to wake up, she thought, closing her eye again. As his lips kissed right below her belly button, she let out a contented sigh.

"Oh, you're awake." Kensi's eyes shot open and looked down at her partner as he sat back on his heels. "That's a shame, I was just about to really start having fun." He grinned widely and rolled off of the bed. "Come on, we're gonna be late."

That was strike number one.

Later at work, she found herself being easily distracted by him. Some days he dressed a little frumpy, then others he wore jeans and tee shirts that fit so well that they looked like somebody had painted them on his tanned skin. The latter rang true that day, and it wasn't necessarily a good thing. In fact, it was a terrible thing.

They were all in the armory, packing their guns and ammunition and suiting up with vests and knives. Kensi was already packed and pulling her vest over her head when something caught her attention - Deeks was kneeling down by a case of gun parts, and his impossibly tight jeans were sitting low on his hips. His underwear was showing, of course, because it always freaking did (not that she ever complained about it). As he stood up and pulled his vest on, his tight blue tee shirt rose up just enough to reveal the tiny trail of blond hairs that led down to the waistband of his gray boxer briefs.

Her lips parted and she gasped, staring like an idiot at her partner. Her eyes traveled up and down, unable to decide which was more appealing to her - his ass in the tight dark denim or his biceps bulging from his too-small tee shirt. She needed to remind herself that she was still a little pissed about her anticlimactic wake-up that morning, and that ogling him wasn't going to make her feel any better about it.

"Something wrong, Kensi?"

"Huh?" She turned her head to see Sam and Callen with concerned looks on their faces. "What?"

Sam nodded in her partner's direction. "You were looking at Deeks kinda funny."

"Yeah," Callen agreed. "You definitely zoned out for a minute there."

"Deep in thought, maybe?"

"I don't think I wanna know what she was thinking."

Kensi scowled at the senior partners. God, it was annoying when they acted like a gossipy old couple. "Really guys?"

Deeks finished adjusting his vest and turned his head in her direction. His expression was worried initially, but quickly turned into a smile when he recognized the flushed look on her face. "You uh, you okay, Kens?"

"I'm fine," she growled. "I was just...looking at your guns."

Callen snorted. Sam chuckled.

"Oh what," Deeks flexed his right arm, showing off his bicep. "You mean these guns?"

Sam and Callen shared an amused look before grabbing their gear and heading out the door, while Kensi angrily jammed her knife into thigh sheath. Once they were alone, she grumbled obscenities under her breath and glared at her boyfriend.

His smile was completely unaffected by the daggers shooting from Kensi's eyes. "Oh, come on partner."

"I hate you," she muttered.

He laughed and threw an arm over her shoulder. "I know you do."

Yup. Strike number two.

Kensi was able to forgive him while they were out in the field, because there were far more important things for her to worry about with bullets flying around them. Like just keeping him alive, for example. She would resume her annoyance once they were back at work, and then back at her place, safely.

It was hard to stay mad at Deeks, though. And it wasn't like she was really mad, she was just frustrated. With the work day being over and his hands now rubbing the tight muscles of her shoulders, she figured he was trying to make up for his early morning shenanigans. She stretched her feet over the edge of the couch and closed her eyes as she felt the tension start to leave her body.

And that's when he struck out.

"So, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna head on home."

Oh, hell no. Kensi reached behind her back and grabbed his thumb, twisting it until he cried out. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?"

"Ooooooow," Deeks moaned, attempting to laugh off the pain. "Okay I get it, you can let go now."

She twirled her body around on the couch and shoved him back against the pillows. "You're a tease," she said as she climbed atop of him, straddling his lap. "And you're not going anywhere."

"You're so easy to mess with," he replied, licking his lips. "What makes you think I haven't been thinking about this all day?"

God, she wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face. "You've been thinking about me all day?"

"Hell yeah."

"Hmm," she purred, leaning close enough to touch his nose to hers. "You just like teasing, then?"

Acknowledging his guilt, he nodded and pursed his lips. "A little bit, yeah."

But he wasn't the one with the game plan anymore. A small smirk appeared on her face before she kissed him slowly, finishing off the kiss with his bottom lip between her teeth. "Oh, Detective. Payback's a bitch."

And Kensi Blye could be an evil, evil woman.