"Close your eyes," he said softly.
She was sitting next to him on the couch, and they were about halfway through a six pack of beer.
"What? " she asked, her tone of voice conveying her confusion.
"I said close your eyes," he repeated.
"And I asked why."
"You asked what," he corrected.
"Whatever I said… you know what I meant. What's going on?" she said. Frustration laced her words.
"You're stressed," he said, moving his hand over to the top of her foot, resting it there.
"That would be an understatement. "
"Can I help?"
"Sex doesn't cure everything, Deeks. Sex is great and all, sex with you is perfect, but it doesn't necessarily relax me, which is what I have to do with this 'adrenal fatigue' crap."
He smiled. "Not sex. I don't mean that. But I wanna help you."
"Deeks I don't think you can.."
"I bet I can."
"I just don't…" she continues to argue.
"Try me. Close your eyes."
She gives him a nervous look, and he can tell she's not feeling it. However, she trusts him, and her eyes flicker shut.
He goes straight for her lips, and kisses her soundly. His fingers lace her hair and massage her scalp gently.
He had planned on just one kiss, but she tastes like beer and Kensi and come on, who thought he'd ever settle for just one kiss? Between kisses, she askes, "Why are my eyes closed for this?"
He chuckles. "Because you're relaxing."
He can just feel her eye roll, like he knows that she did it internally. He smiles. He's going to kiss every blessed inch. He wasn't trying to make it sexual- every blessed uncovered inch- her hands, her arms, the skin between her pant legs and socks, her temple, her ears, all those little places that sometimes get neglected.
When he finished, he rested his forehead to hers, and pressed another slow kiss to her lips.
"Any more relaxed?"
She smiled, her eyes still closed. "Maybe a little."