A/N: For today's prompt: Kensi or Deeks get caught acting inappropriately at work. Takes place in the first couple years they're together.
Kensi eyes automatically followed Deeks as he stood up and walked across the bullpen, headed towards OPS. Seemingly of its own will, her gaze focused on his butt. He was wearing tight blue jeans, the ones that made his butt and legs looks awesome. He was blissfully unaware that she was totally checking him out, which somehow made it even better. Her mind drifted to divesting him of those jeans as she watched the muscles in his legs flex while he climbed the stairs, every movement on full display.
"Alright, you owe me five," she distantly heard Callen say, but tuned out Sam's response.
"She was definitely staring at his ass," he protested in a louder voice and Kensi's head whipped up.
"What did you just say?" she demanded.
"You were checking Deeks out," he repeated, turning back to Sam who shook his head in disagreement.
"I didn't see it."
"I was not checking Deeks out," Kensi protested loudly, forcing a laugh that made both men wince. Sam rolled his eyes, leaning forward with a sympathetic expression.
"Kensi, you guys do something inappropriate-staring, touching, innuendos-a minimum of three times a day. It's just a question of when it's going to happen," he explained, pointing a finger at Callen and adding, "You know the rules, we both have to see it or it doesn't count."
"Guys, I was just making sure that Deeks wasn't limping," Kensi lied hastily. "He was very sore this morning-"
"I'm sure he was," Callen interrupted dryly.
"From our workout," she continued with an icy glare.
"Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days," Sam added, smirking so his dimples showed.
"Hey, do you-?" Deeks started to ask as he walked back into the bullpen but stopped short when he saw everyone staring at him. "What's going on?"
"I caught Kensi staring at your butt, again, and Sam won't pay up," Callen summed up. Deeks looked between them, seemingly unsure how to respond.
"Wait, you guys have been betting on us?" Kensi asked in outrage, finally picking up on that detail. Neither of her teammates looked even remotely contrite. In fact, Callen looked fairly smug.
"I've already won 20 bucks."
"That's a little weird, man," Deeks commented and Callen shrugged.
"I'm competitive."
"This is all your fault," Kensi snapped, smacking Deeks' arm.
"What did I do?" he protested, rubbing at his shoulder.
"If you weren't wearing those stupid pants, I wouldn't have been staring at you." Deeks appeared too flattered by her statement to examine the reasoning and grinned.
"So you're saying they make my butt look good," he surmised, leaning across Kensi's desk suggestively.
"You know we can still hear you, right?" Callen reminded them and Deeks glanced over his shoulder, his expression dismissive. Clearly there were more important things to be concerned about than his teammates hearing something inappropriate.
"Unfortunately. You guys could try to show at least a little discretion," Sam suggested, looking vaguely disturbed.
"And you still owe me five dollars," Callen repeated.