"Oh, please, oh, get up!"
Kensi wiggled and laughed.
"Your ass is bony!" he cried.
"Quit whining. There was nothing wrong with my ass last night, or earlier today for a matter of fact, when you wouldn't stop staring at it."
"I can't help it, you have a pretty ass."
She smirked, pushing more weight into the center of his back. He'd gotten a little.. playful during a sparing match, and she'd taken care of that. She was now sitting in the center of his back on gym floor. A little payback never hurt. (Well, unless you're Deeks.)
"Keep it PG13 in here," Callen said, as he and Sam entered the gym.
"Gee, Deeks. What have you gotten yourself into?" Sam called
"I don't know, but it hurts!" Deeks yelped.
"He's a baby," Kensi said, crossing her arms and looking up at Sam and Callen.
"Hang in there, buddy!" Sam called, but still laughing at the detective's expense.
Rolling his eyes, Callen began to walk away, and Sam followed.
"Wait, guys, no! Help!" Deeks called.
"You're on your own, Deeks," Callen shouted.
"Gah!" Deeks cried. His back was absolutely killing him.
She waited a few more seconds before slowly getting off of him and sitting on the floor in front of him. Be let out a huff of air, a breath of relief. She reached out and rubbed nice and slow circles to his back, easing the pain.
"What was that for?" he asked, pretending to be mad.
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Awe, Deeks. You know you're my favorite seat, even if we're at work."
His back didn't really hurt that badly after that.