A/N: Kensi and Deeks try to find a few moments alone. The train to Smutsville returns. Once again, apologies for my mediocre smut writing skills.
"Ok, I just got the twins down. They've been fed, changed, and the white noise is on," Deeks told Kensi, speaking quietly as he met her in the living room.
"Rosa's at work," she added.
"And my mom is off doing unspeakable things with Arkady," Deeks finished. "It's just us."
For the first time in weeks, they both had a Saturday free of meetings spilled over from the workweek, extracurriculars, or get togethers. Even when they did have the time, there seemed to be a constant stream of people in and out of the house and the twins to care for. Unless they scheduled an actual date night, they rarely had time to themselves.
"No interruptions." Kensi stared him down from a few feet away, her a dark and wanting gleam in her eyes. Deeks hesitated for another moment, then he rushed towards her, Kensi meeting him halfway there, immediately pulling his mouth down to her. He groaned, lifting Kensi in his arms as she wound her legs around his waist.
He stumbled back a few steps, somehow finding the couch while Kensi yanked at the hem of his shirt, with one hand, her other hand cupping his jaw to angle his mouth against hers. She made a soft, desperate sound, her tongue flicking over his bottom lip briefly before kissing dipping into his mouth.
Then dropped onto the couch a little inelegantly; Kensi didn't seem to mind though if her wandering hands were any indication. Everywhere she touched left a trail of fiery heat behind.
Sighing, he grasped Kensi's hips, tugging her into him as he thrust against her. She gasped, breaking the kiss long enough to drag in a ragged breath, clumsily strip his shirt off. As soon as she tossed it aside, her mouth was back on his, a little harder and rougher than usual. She rolled against Deeks, making an encouraging noise when he met her with another gentle thrust.
"Yes," Kensi, grinding against his bulge. "God, I've missed this."
Deeks dropped his head back, staring up at Kensi through a haze of desire. He couldn't remember taking off her shirt, but he must have since she was just in a lacy green bra and jeans now. He paused for a moment to appreciate the deep color against her skin, the curves he knew so well, and never got enough of.
"What, making out in the garage after dinner last night didn't so it for you?" he asked, ending on a breathy laugh when Kensi leaned down and nipped at the skin above his nipple.
She lifted her head long enough to give him a devious look, and licked a stripe up his sternum. "Not even a little bit." While she worked her way down his torso, he brushed her hair back, kissing along the long column of her neck, then sucking out a pattern that mirrored the path Kensi had made across his stomach.
Moving with the same urgency as when they started, she began tugging his jeans, working a the button while he continued kissing whatever parts of her he could reach.
"Stop distracting me," she laughed, trailing off on a moan when he sucked at her shoulder. Deeks drew back long enough for her to finally get his pants unbuttoned, then between them they got rid of the rest of her clothes.
Kensi sank down on him without any hesitation, letting out a noise that almost sounded relieved once they were fully connected. He rested his head against Kensi for a moment to gather himself, to relish in this moment. Kensi pressed a messy kiss, only catching half his mouth, then started a slow, steady rolling of her hips.
He lost himself in the feel of Kensi moving against him, in making her gasp and shake.
A dulled ringing broke through the haze, and he slowly recognized it as coming from his cell.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Kensi bit out, barely slowing down as Deeks fumbled to get his phone out of his back pocket.
"Ah, it's um, it's Callen," Deeks read off the screen, his mind still mostly focused on Kensi.
"Our friends—have the worst timing."
Silencing the ringer, Deeks threw the phone over his shoulder. Kensi raised an eyebrow at him, and he grinned back, dropping his hand to her lower back, so she arched against him.
"He can wait a couple hours," he murmured, sliding his fingers into Kensi's hair and guiding her mouth back to his.
A/N: You're welcome. Or I'm sorry.
