A/N: Written post "Sensu Lato" Densi fic, in which they both get lucky.


"You know, we could have just snuck into the burn room," Kensi suggested, her voice filled with innuendo and incredibly sexy.

They'd flirted the whole way home, jumping between sweet and the completely outrageous. It was like they'd flipped some kind of switch and suddenly all Deeks could think about was making love to Kensi as soon as and much as possible. Kensi seemed to be of the same opinion if her wandering hands were any indication.

Fortunately, Roberta had texted Kensi— "don't worry, your daughter and I are safely out of hearing range. You guys can go crazy"—so they had the house all to themselves.

"Yeah, and Kilbride walking in on us would have killed my mood for the next month," Deeks responded, pausing on the front porch to steal a quick kiss. Kensi giggled, cupping the nape of his neck to keep him in place. He moaned softly, widening his mouth as Kensi licked his bottom lip.

It was incredible that this morning they'd been discussing the lack of romance in their lives and now they were roughly five seconds from doing it for the whole neighborhood to see.

"Hey, we would should probably go inside," Deeks said breathlessly, even as he slid the tips of his fingers inside Kensi's waistband.

"If you insist." Kensi plastered herself against him, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "But it would be exciting." She followed it up by briefly tugging his earlobe between her teeth.

"Oh Mrs. Deeks, I can make things exciting without any exhibitionism," Deeks promised. He managed to unlock the front door, tugging Kensi with him through the doorway. She closed it behind them as Deeks hurried to turn on a light (jamming his knee on the coffee table would definitely ruin some of the sexiness).

"You know, it's been a while since you've danced for me," she said coyly.

"Oh, like this?" Deeks grinned, drawing his hands up behind his head and rolled his hips slowly.

"Ooh."

"You like that?" He continued with a hip thrust, keeping eye contact with Kensi the whole time. She nodded, laughing softly.

"Get over here," she told him, and Deeks danced his way over. When he was a few inches away, Kensi tugged him against her using his belt loops, bringing their bodies together. With a playfully surprised expression, she slid her hand down his torso, cupping him through his jeans.

"Somebody's happy to see me," she teased, keeping her hand in place.

"Very," Deeks agreed with a breathless little laugh. "Extremely, beyond happy." He slipped his hand up her back, pulling her shirt up in the process. "Though if you could move your hand just a little to the left, that would be even more spectacular."

"Oh really?" Obliging, Kensi leaned forward and kissed him again, their laughter mixing together as Deeks bent to nuzzle her lower jaw.

Head falling against the door, Kensi moaned softly, clasping Deeks head to urge him on. God, he had really had missed this. He drifted lower and sucked directly over Kensi's pulse, making her gasp loudly.

"Oh my god," she hissed. She nudged his head back, her cheeks flushed and smile bigger than ever. "Ok, we're wearing way too many clothes." Abruptly, she tore her sweater off, revealing a dark blue lace bra that made his eyes widen.

Kensi didn't say anything else, just happily tugged his shirt over his head. She pressed a kiss to his right pec, sending little tingles across his skin.

"This is what I wanted," she said unexpectedly.

"What, for me to ravish you?" He asked with a lascivious smile.

Kensi rolled her eyes, running a hand down his chest. "Yes. But I was also talking about the flowers, and the cute little notes…the playfulness. Date nights. That's what I've been missing. Thank you for doing all of this for me. For us."

Deeks lifted her hands to his lips, kissing the knuckles tenderly. "I meant what I said. I couldn't bear to lose you. Or this."

"You'll never lose me." Kensi sealed the promise with a kiss. "Now, what was that about you ravaging me?"

Picking her up around the waist, he carried her towards the couch. "Maybe we'll make it to the bedroom later."