One of the best things about owning your own bar was, in Deeks' opinion, the fact that he and Kensi had another place to 'get it on'. Another bit of adventure for them. More surfaces to, ahem, christen. Which they had done on lots of places. Multiple times. In fact, Deeks felt like he could confidently say that they had done so on all possible surfaces of the place. Except near the toilets because that was just way too nasty.
They did make sure to basically sterilise the whole place once they were, uh, finished. Because, as Deeks put it, his bar was not about to become a Health and Safety hazard. Sam would never let him live it down.
It wasn't even a mood-killer because Kensi looked all sexy with his shirt on or just her underwear and a cloth. Hmm. Yum. Especially when she stretched across things just so. Well, let's just say that some evenings needed multiple wiping downs.
Now, it wasn't like they did it every night or anything. Or even most nights. They had a perfectly good and extremely comfortable bed at home after all. And a couch. And a kitchen table. Anyway. That wasn't the point. What was the point was that, as fun as it was, they didn't partake in inappropriate behaviour all of the time in the bar. Just sometimes. Often enough to keep things exciting. Not that they necessarily needed to spice things up or anything but sometimes it was fun. They were getting off the point again.
You'd think that when Callen moved in upstairs that they'd have to nix their little romps. But they didn't. They just had to be a little more careful. Circumspect. Discreet.
Unfortunately, the two of them had never exactly been good at those things.
It took all of one week (not even that, five days) for Callen to interrupt them. And that was not for lack of deliberate avoidance on his part. G Callen was definitely not stupid. He knew exactly what those noises from the storeroom meant. At least they had the decency to do it behind closed doors. Even if it was uncomfortably close to him (several miles would still be too close).
But even with all their safeguards (not that there were many beyond Callen reading their body language and them making assumptions as to when he was present) he still interrupted them.
Which was all sorts of awkward. And embarrassing. Did they mention awkward? It wasn't even their state of undress - all of them had been everything but nude around each other and, surprisingly, when Callen caught them Kensi only had her shirt half off. Everything else was still on them. Mostly.
See, Kensi had been in the process of, ahem, removing Deeks' jeans from his body (that he definitely had not been complaining about). She had gotten past the point of removing his belt (it had been thrown somewhere) and was pushing them down his legs as he was trying to likewise do on her (why did she like to wear skinny jeans?).
It was supposed to be extremely safe to do this tonight. Callen was out with Sam which meant he was going to crash at his place. Which meant they were free to do whatever they pleased without fear of being interrupted. That's how it always worked.
Obviously, that wasn't the case tonight.
Deeks had just got a good grip on Kensi's waistband when the door opened. Unfortunately, neither of them heard this as they were otherwise... occupied.
What they were aware of was the rather loud, "What the hell?" from behind them.
Kensi gasped and Deeks swore, more because her nails dug into a particularly sensitive spot on his hips. They were sharp.
"Callen!" Kensi said loudly, stepping away from Deeks and holding her shirt closed - pity.
Not that Deeks could exactly focus on anything under her shirt at the moment. Or even Callen.
Apparently, Kensi had managed to push his jeans down far enough so that when he spun round at Callen's voice that gravity took care of the rest.
As in, they promptly fell to his knees like a god damned cartoon.
Of course, Deeks had already taken a step forward when he realised that this was happening. Keeping to the cartoon idea, Deeks' feet promptly became entangled in his jeans and he lost his balance, falling like a pile of bricks. A very attractive pile of bricks.
"Deeks!" Kensi and Callen shouted as he hit the floor way too hard.
Way, way, too hard. He was pretty sure he heard a crunching noise come from his nose. And pain. Don't forget the pain.
"Urgh," was all he managed to get out as he tasted the tang of blood.
Callen helped him to his feet as Kensi raced over to the bar and retrieved the cloth they kept there for wiping up spills and stuff. She offered it to him but Deeks eyed it warily. He couldn't remember if they'd washed that or not. Definitely not something he wanted anywhere near his face if that was the case.
Kensi just gave him a look which made him hurriedly take it off her and press it to his nose. A stabbing pain went through it. Yep, that was definitely bruised at the very least.
"Uh, you're not going to tell Sam about this, right?" Deeks pleadingly asked in a nasally voice as he covered his nose with the cloth.
If anything was to demonstrate how horrifying this whole situation was then Callen's lack of a smirk definitely should.
"I don't even want to remember this for that long," he replied, shaking his head.
Well, that was somewhat of a relief. Of course, he would have preferred not to have this happen at all but Callen not spreading this around was good enough for him.
Not even giving them a chance to say anything further, Callen turned tail and all but sprinted up the stairs. His door clicked shut soon after, leaving Kensi and Deeks staring at each other. Kensi still hadn't buttoned up her shirt. And Deeks was reminded of the position of his jeans as his legs suddenly felt cold.
"We are never doing this in here again," Kensi said vehemently.
Deeks agreed with her whole-heartedly as he still held on to the bridge of his nose, wincing. Definitely not doing this again. Not worth the embarrassment or high risk of injury.
Of course, that promise didn't last long...