An: These will probably be pretty short, more drabble-esqe than oneshot-esque. Also out of prompts, so...
She makes fun of his hair, but damn, she loves it.
Its her 2 am realization. Of course, she already knew she loved his hair. She loves the curls, the way they slide between her fingers when she runs them through it. She loves the golden color, not just of his hair, but of his whole body. He's just a beautiful man.
She's not sure what woke her up at this odd hour. But she can't go back to sleep, as the sight of the man in front of her is enough to make her want to pin her eyes open forever, just so she can stare at him.
She picks up on everything. His steady breathing, the twitch of his nose. She wishes she could reach out and touch him, but she can't. She doesn't want to wake him.
Spontaneously, Monty hopped up on the bed, plopping down. She pushed him off, but Deeks stirred. It became quickly evident that he wasn't really awake, and Kensi relaxed.
His body calmed, as if ready to slip back into deep slumber. But all of the sudden, his arm swung around subconsciously, pulling her close into him. She didn't protest, just ducked her head into the crook of his neck. She took a deep breath, soaking in the unmistakable scent of Deeks, and closed her eyes.
She could watch him sleep anytime, but it was so much nicer in his arms.