She's feeling quite flirtatious. That might be because she's sitting on his couch in nothing but one of his LAPD shirts and a pair of pretty lacy panties. Her feet and legs are tucked beneath her, and her toe toys with a tiny tear in the seams of on of his couch cushions.

Over their morning, in which she doesn't even bother to get dressed, she continues to probe the cotton and hole in the couch with her foot, and by noon, its a gaping hole, big enough that Monty could even potentially get a paw lost in there. It may have been hours later, but she still wasn't wearing clothes and she still feels flirtatious. She's not even trying to hide the tease in her voice when she shouts, "Deeks? I think you need a new couch."

He examines the hole in the old couch. He shakes his head, laughes, and agrees.

"Its not even my couch anymore. You practically live here. Don't you think you should get a say in my new couch?"

"You want me to go furniture shopping with you?" she scoffs.

"Yeah, I do," he says, grasping her hand and weaving his fingers in between hers.

"Don't you think that I might try to convince you to buy the ugliest couch in the store?"

"I'll sit on any couch if its with you."

She playfully taps his thigh, with a pissed off look on her face. Its an alternative to actually hurting him, but she's learned that it gets the same affect. Minus the actual pain, but he still gets her point. Plus, it gets her hand on his thigh, and that always leads to good things.

And it also keeps them from actually going couch shopping.

She doesn't want to get dressed and she wants to get tangled up in him, so the couch can wait for another day while their activities move into the bedroom.

"It looks kinda small," Deeks says.

"I know," she says, but doesn't budge. "But I like this one."

He sits down next to her, and he sees what she means. It is a cozy couch, but he can't get past the fact that its more like a loveseat than a couch.

She doesn't leave her chosen couch willingly, but he drags her by the wrist to a few others. But she keeps drawling back to the one she picked, and he can't figure out why. Finally, he asks her.

"Why are you so stuck on that couch?"

"Its cozy, and its small."

"Why do you want a small couch?"

She'd started this entire process with a sassy and flirty disposition, but now things were starting to get real, and she wasn't sure if she should say what she's thinking.

"Kensi..."

"Its stupid. Never mind."

He pulls her down on the little couch with him. "I'm sure its not stupid. Tell me. Please?"

"Its not big enough for two people to sleep on," she says softly and slowly, and he senses her hesitation.

"Um, okay? I don't think I understand," he said.

"We've wasted so much time sleeping on your couch, just pretending like there's nothing going on between us. But we're a thing now, and I don't want to sleep on your couch. I want to be in your bed. With you. With no other options."

After hearing her reasoning, it all makes sense. He too loathes the pretending they used to face, and he never wants to go there again. She's welcome in his bed and she knows that now. But having that couch haunts her: reminds her that could still be their way of life.

And he agrees wholeheartedly.

"I've never had a small couch. Could be interesting..." he speculates. He kisses her. "I get it. No more couch sleeping. I agree 100%.I'm sure we'd both sleep better in a bed every night anyway."

"Well, not necessarily, " she suggests, running a finger up and down his arm.

She's such a tease. "I think I should have listened to your warning about being persuasive."

She laughs as his kisses her. "But I don't even care."