For today's prompt: Densi watching Christmas movies. The idea for this particular story is adapted from another Christmas prompt from angeliiiic on Tumblr. This does contain some slightly mature content, but nothing too crazy.

"Wait, is this another one of your sappy, old romance movies?" Deeks evaded Kensi's question and subsequent attempt to read the back of the DVD case in his hand, slipping the disc into the player.

"Hey, no peeking. And for your information, "It's a Wonderful Life" is a classic Christmas movie and while, yes, there is romance, it is definitely not sappy," he replied loftily, tucking the DVD case under the pillow on his side of the couch. Kensi rolled her eyes.

"You know I can get that if I really want to, right?" she asked, letting a seductive edge creep into her voice and tugging at the V-neck of her shirt. Deeks shifted against his pillow, seemingly unbothered by her threat.

"Yeah, but that would be an egregious misuse of power. Plus, it's almost Christmas and Santa's watching. You don't want to get coal in your stocking."

"You're ridiculous. Let's watch your movie." She tried to sound resigned, but was secretly a little excited. Despite some of the less than savory comments Deeks had made in the past about his Christmas traditions, most of them had turned out to be enjoyable. Plus, how bad could a movie with the word 'Wonderful' in it be? She curled up against Deeks side, sighing happily.

"Why would you make me watch this?" she demanded approximately an hour and a half later. Deeks glanced down at her in surprise, taking in the tears streaming down her cheeks. He paused the movie and took her hand,

"Kensi, what's wrong?"

"This is a terrible movie. Poor George's dad died, he doesn't get to go to college, he lives in a nasty old, leaky building, he's going to lose his business and now he's about to commit suicide because of an evil old man. Nothing about this movie is wonderful."

"But that's what makes it so good, by the end–" Deeks started to say, but she stopped him with an accusatory finger.

"Christmas movies are supposed to make you feel happy."

"I promise it has a happy ending."

"No, I'm not watching the rest," Kensi said stubbornly, crossing her arms. Deeks made a strange noise and she turned to glare at him. His lip twitched suspiciously. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Of course not," he said quickly, adopting a serious, if slightly nervous. "Because that would be incredibly insensitive and stupid." Kensi glared at him for another minute and then said,

"You are a cruel, cruel man." She stared at the frozen TV monitor, swiping at the remnants of tears on her cheeks, and added, "Tell me how it ends." Deeks made an outraged noise.

"I can't tell you how it ends! I would be ruining a once-in-a-lifetime experience for you." Kensi rolled her eyes at his dramatic tone, ignoring the fact that a few minutes ago she had been crying over a fictional character.

"Well, I'm certainly not watching the rest. I don't do sad Christmas movies."

"C'mon Kensi, you can't quit now," he begged, "There's less than an hour left and I promise it doesn't stay sad."

"Nope."

"I'll make it worth your while." Kensi narrowed her eyes at him.

"How?" she asked.

"Um…I'll cook you dinner. No, I'll take you out for dinner, rub your feet every night for a week and watch Titanic with you whenever you want," he promised rashly, gauging her response.

"I have a better idea," she said after a minute of consideration. Turning to face Deeks again, Kensi smiled evilly.

"What do you have in mind?" Still smirking, she pulled her shirt up by the hem, stripped it off in one fluid move and tossed it over the back of the couch.

"I think you can figure it out." She enjoyed the way Deeks' mouth dropped open as she arched her back.

"That, um, that seems like way less of a hardship than I was expecting," he babbled, eyes flicking between her face and breasts peeking out of the top of a simple black bra. Shifting across the couch, Kensi swung her leg over Deeks thighs, hovering above him. He swallowed harshly, his eyes fixed on her.

She gripped his shoulder to keep her balance and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Turn the movie back on." Deeks punched at the remote clumsily, finally hitting the right button after a few attempts and then let out a groan as she licked a stripe up his neck. "And make it worth my while."

"Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to look at Jimmy Stewart the same way," he muttered and Kensi grinned against his skin.

"Good." She ducked her head and captured Deeks' mouth firmly with her own.