"I can make a mean martini."

"Oh really?"

"Oh yeah."

"Prove it."

She's on her phone, playing some stupid bubble popping game. Pop the bubbles! Save the baby animals! She and Deeks play it back and forth on challenge mode all the time these days. They haven't had such intense rivalries since Trivia Crack. They also argued over who got to be the raccoon character. She won.

She wants a beer. However, they drank the last two last night, and with the case today, he didn't make it to the store to get more. So him offering her a martini sounds pretty damn good.

"You don't have beer but you have the necessary supplies to make martinis?"

He smiles and nods. "Oh yeah."

"Ha!" she declares, shoving the phone in his face. "Beat your high score again. Martini me up."

He smiles slapping her bare thigh gently and playfully. "With pleasure, princess."

"Don't call me princess!" she said, pulling on the hem of her shorts so it covers more of her legs.

She closes out of her game and sees she has a message from Nell.

"Things going good?"

She replied. "Of course. Why wouldn't they be?"

"We had a hard day."

"I know. But Deeks and I can handle it."

"I'm glad. Congrats girl. Night."

"Night, Nell. Thanks."

"Np ;)"

She ditches her phone on his side table and pulls his pink cat pillow into her lap as she stretches out.

She hears Monty jumping and knows he's coming back. She sits up straight, ready to make room for him on the couch.

"That didn't take long…" she began to say. Until she saw what was in his hand.

"What the hell is that?"

"Your martini."

He held two glasses, both full of cotton candy with rock candy suckers sticking out the glass like an umbrella.

"This isn't alcohol."

"But it's sugar. And I did say it was a mean martini, didn't I?"

The prospect of what he just did for her sets in, and not only is it romantic, its just freaking adorable. A candy martini.

"I love it," she says, snatching the one with the blue candy sticking into the sugary cotton.

"Hey! That one was mine!"

"No, that had to be mine. It's blue, you know my favorite color is…"

"Blue is my favorite color too!"

"That's because it's my favorite!"

"Touché, Wonder Woman."

He grabs her wrist and tries to take the candy, but she restrains him, almost spilling the cotton candy.

"Maybe we should eat that before we pretend to fight."

They sit down on the couch, and she settles and crosses her legs between his. She giggles as the sticky sweetness from the martini glass melts on her tongue. He tips the glass back, and the puffy pink cloud fell onto his face. She turned and took a bite of of it, and he laughed and took a pinch off of hers.

Once the little sweet cotton candy puffs were gone, that's when it got fun.

She set the glasses down next to her phone and then began to trace her finger down the length of his arm. At his wrist she twisted, and he pushed at her waist trying to free himself. They rolled and hung near the edge of couch, until finally they landed on the floor. His back hit hard, but that didn't stop him. He flipped her, but she fought back, distracting him with a row of kisses down his neck. He let out a moan, vulnerable enough that she could gain the upperhand.

Once he recovered, he fought for dominance. He fought hard. He too knew ways to blow her mind, to get her hot and bothered just enough to win. When his lips found their way to the waistband of her shorts, right above her hipbone…

"No, don't stop."

"Are you giving up? I get the blue rock candy?"

"You can have the raccoon avatar too for all I care, just don't. Ever. Stop."

He smiled. "So is it going to turn sexual every time we wrestle and play fight from now on?" he asked.

"I sure hope so."