"I love you. I love you? I love you. I love you! I love you? I love you."
Uhhahagahahahhh.
Why was that so hard? Why couldn't she just say it? Its only three words.
She's saying them over and over into the mirror. Hoping that they'll get easier to say with practice, she moves on with the finishing touches on her make up.
He's supposed to pick her up for a date in ten minutes. Her dress is a pale pink, more girly than usual. She's wearing pearls and her perfume may have had just a hint of shimmer in it.
Putting down her cosmetic bag, she closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly. As she pops them open, she shouts, "I love you, Marty Deeks!" into the mirror.
She can do this.
She opened the bathroom door, and found him sitting on her bed, a smug smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" she asked, nervously.
"I got her early."
"So you came in and sat on my bed."
"You look," he paused, eyes roaming from the beach waves in her hair and the lacy pink fabric at her knees, "stunning."
"Don't change the subject."
"But..."
"Deeks."
"Yes, I heard you."
She raised her arm to punch his bicep, but caught herself.
"Its okay, you can hit me."
"Please never say that EVER again."
"I kind of ruined the mood."
"You think?"
"You practiced saying 'I love you' for twenty minutes.
"Shut up."
"No, I don't mean it like that. It's kind of cute."
"Cute?"
"Yeah, cute. Kinda romantic."
"Since when do you like romantic?"
"Since I started dating you."
"Whatever."
He smiled wildly. His eyes and lips were just on fire.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked.
"You just told me you loved me for twenty minutes."
"Technically..."
"Don't ruin this for me."
She rolled her eyes, and sat down in his lap. At the risk of completely screwing her lipstick over, she pressed a sweet kiss to his jaw. "I love you, Marty Deeks."
He grinned into her forehead, and pressed a kiss in between her curls onto her earlobe.
"I love you too, Kensi."