Kensi woke up surrounded by warmth, bright sunlight seeping through her closed eyelids. She turned her head to the side, pressing back into the warm body behind her.

"Morning," Deeks mumbled against her neck, his arm around her waist tucking her more securely against him.

She twisted her head just enough to see his face. His eyes were still closed, hair the most unruly she'd ever seen it, a slight smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," she whispered, brushing a few curls out of his eyes. His upper lip lifted in a half-smirk, and he shifted against her, reminding Kensi that neither of them had bothered to put any clothes on before falling asleep. Remnants of last night drifted back to her with the feeling of Deeks' skin on hers, and, absurdly, she felt her skin flush at the thought.

"So, last night was…"

"Fun." Deeks filled in for her.

"Yeah, it was," she agreed.

"The kind of fun I haven't had in a long time," he continued.

She couldn't quite get a read on his voice, so she shuffled around in his arms, until they faced each other. He didn't look like he was suffering from overwhelming guilt, but this had been a giant step, one that he might feel differently about in the light of day.

"And here I thought you'd been having wild, passionate nights with all the St. Bridget's staff," she teased. She cupped his cheek, caressing the top of his cheekbone with her thumb. "You don't regret it, do you?" She glanced down between them, as though he might have any doubts about what she was referring to.

"Absolutely not." His response was so fast and fervent, Kensi couldn't help grinning. He slid his hand from her waist to her hips, squeezing lightly. "I didn't regret anything that happened in the last 22 hours. What about you? I might be a little out of practice at certain…things."

"Not from my perspective," Kensi disagreed. "You seem plenty skilled to me." She slid her thumb to the left, brushing it over his bottom lip. "Especially with these."

His mouth widened in a delighted grin, even as his cheeks tinged a dull red. "Good to know."

"But even if hadn't been the best sex I've ever had, last night still would have been wonderful." Kensi paused a beat, not out of hesitation, but for emphasis. "Because I love you."

Deeks' expression softened into something more tender, and he tugged her closer. "I love you too," he said, covering her mouth with his.

They settled into the kiss, Deeks slotting his leg between hers, her hand tunneling up into his hair. Kensi groaned softly, parting her lips for him. He trailed his hand up her side, leaving a path of fiery sensation that had Kensi pressing against him more urgently.

Deeks pulled back several moments later with a breathy laugh; his chest rose and fell unevenly against hers as he dragged in deep breaths. She could have easily continued on for another round, but she was just as content to lie her with him, cuddling and making out.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, and she shrugged one shoulder.

"Depends on what you're offering. Your gourmet dinner last night, and all the other homemade food, has ruined me for plain old pop tarts and cheerios."

"Anything your heart desires." He inclined his head. "As long as it's some kind of eggs, pancakes, or French toast."

"Mm, French toast sounds delicious," Kensi mused, suddenly starving at the mention of food.

"Ok, let me grab some shorts and I'll get started on it," Deeks said. He patted her thigh affectionately, before gently shifting it off his own leg. "There's some shirts in the bottom drawer of that dresser," He pointed across the room. "But I'm not sure any of my pants will fit you." He grimaced apologetically.

"Actually, I have a bag in my car," Kensi confessed, pressing her lips together as she gave Deeks a sly side eye.

Deeks returned it with a playful smirk. "How presumptuous of you, Miss Blye. I approve." Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he slid towards the edge of the bed, and stood, giving Kensi a nice view as he walked towards the dresser, and bent slightly to grab shorts.

"Kens?"

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name, and she found Deeks watching her with an amused grin. "I'll grab your bag for you," he offered, tugging on the shorts, and a shirt (which Kensi personally thought was a pity). "As much as I might enjoy it, the neighbors are pretty strict about decency laws."

"You're ridiculous," Kensi called after him as he sauntered out of the room. He came back a couple minutes later with her bag and a glass of water, leaving her to wash up and change.

Kensi wasn't certain she would sleep with Deeks last night, but when she'd gotten ready for their date, she'd figured it was best to be prepared. She was infinitely glad for it now as she quickly showered, using the eucalyptus shower gel Deeks had in his shower.

When she came down roughly 15 minutes later, she found Deeks in full cook mode. She leaned in the doorway, studying him for a moment; his hair was wet and he'd misplaced his shirt, making her think that he'd showered too.

"You know, you're spoiling me," she told him, crossing the rook to wrap her arms around his waist. His own hands were busy dipping slices of bread into a shallow pan of egg mixture, so he settled on a kiss, arching the bridge of her nose.

"I don't mind. I like cooking for people," he said. "Especially you." He winked again, shimmying his shoulders against her.

There was a playfulness to him now that she hadn't seen before. It had always been there, but now it felt freer, less apologetic, or like he felt he needed to hold himself back for her. She liked it.

"Well, is there anything I can do? Keeping in mind what you know about my cooking skills."

"You want to flip the bread?" he asked, placing two slightly dripping pieces on a piping hot griddle. "Normally Caleb does it, so you know it's a highly prestigious position."

"Oh, then maybe I should just stick to cutting up strawberries or something," Kensi said with mock worry. "Those seem like pretty high expectations to meet."

"Nah, Caleb usually burns at least one piece, which is an improvement, and once melted an entire spatula. It's still the best French toast, ever every time."

Kensi smiled, easily imagining Caleb balancing on a stool with a pair of oven mitts, wielding a spatula with scorched pieces of toast.

Rooting around until she found a suitable utensil, she took up position at the griddle, working side-by-side with Deeks. It felt pleasantly domestic, and they had a dozen pieces made up in no time.

While she brought over the towering plate of French toast, Deeks grabbed butter, syrup, and a few other toppings. He watched her pour a ridiculous amount of syrup over her serving, but didn't comment, letting her eat her overly sweet breakfast in peace.

"So, when Caleb and your mom be back?" she asked as she made her way through a second piece, albeit more slowly.

"They usually head back after dinner," Deeks said. "If it's much later than that, Caleb's way too keyed up to sleep."

Kensi leaned her cheek on her folded hands, smiling at the affection in his voice. "I bet you miss him."

"I do. Though, I'll admit he wasn't on my mind as much as usual the last 12 or so hours. Something kept me occupied." He slanted Kensi a wicked grin, dragging his eyes from the V of her shirt, slowly up to her lips.

Kensi squirmed, pressing her thighs together, instantly turned on by his lowered voice, the gleam in his eyes. It was ridiculous, like he'd flipped some kind of switch in her.

"So, that means we still have a good 6-7 hours to ourselves," she concluded.

"Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I have a few ideas," Kensi said, dropping her hand under the table to cover his thigh. She explored the inseam of his boxers lightly, appreciating Deeks' sharp inhale.

A/N: I hope this update is worth the rather long wait.