For today's prompt: Kensi or Deeks teaching the other a new skill. Takes place between seasons 3-4. Written for Densimber Day 3.

"Ok, take a step back," Kensi guided Deeks, watching from behind as he stood about twenty feet back from a small target. Although his knife skills were fairly proficient, she'd agreed to help him with his accuracy.

Several holes littered the outer rings of the targets, but he's yet to hit a bullseye.

"Like this?" He shifted his stance, canting one hip and Kensi rolled her eyes. They'd been at it for half an hour and he still didn't have quite the right position.

"This isn't a runway, Deeks," she sighed. He grinned back at her, readjusting again.

"Just stop." Completely fed up, Kensi stalked towards him. She grabbed his hips, maneuvering his hips into the appropriate position. Then she slid her hand down his thigh and nudged it back few inches. "You're too tense."

"Sorry," he murmured. His voice was soft, a little hoarse. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her hands on Deeks' body. She froze, one hand cupping his outer thigh and the other on his elbow. "Kens?"

Kensi jerked away, rubbing her hands on her jeans like it could wipe away the feeling of his warm body.

"It's ok, you can continue fondling me," Deeks offered, looking over his shoulder at her. He gave her a playful wink. "I don't mind."

"Yeah, right," she huffed, like it did affect her at all. Ignoring the voice that insisted this was a terrible, terrible idea, Kensi stubbornly placed her hands in their previous spots. Deeks made a sound of surprise, which was all the encouragement she needed.

If Deeks was thrown off balance, then she was on the right track. Ignoring the pleasant sensation she felt at holding his bicep, she moved his leg again. This time Deeks didn't make any comments, but he did shift back just enough that she could feel the warmth of his back emanating against her chest.

Although he wasn't facing her, she could see the his left cheek pulled up in a grin. Jerk. Well, she could easily play this game and win.

"Your arm's too high," Kensi told him, casually sliding her fingers up his bicep and then back down again under the guise of moving his arm. "There, much better."

Deeks deliberately pressed into her, the entire length of his body brushing hers, and Kensi hastily suppressed a gasp at the overwhelming closeness. Her gaze focused on the patch of skin visible between his shirt and hair. If she wanted to, she could easily kiss the spot. She wouldn't even have to reach that much.

Pulling her gaze away, Kensi cleared her throat as her cheeks burned. She was infinitely glad that Deeks couldn't see her right now.

"Um. Now line the knife up with the target and throw straight, not across your body."

"So we're going to ignore this whole thing?" he asked, his voice a little lower that normal, but otherwise apparently unaffected.

"Just throw the damn knife, Deeks," Kensi bit out. With the way she was supporting him, she could feel every breath he took. It was completely distracting and maddening.

"Mmkay." He balanced the blade of the knife between his thumb and forefinger and breathed quickly before flinging it exactly as Kensi had instructed. It landed just right of dead center. "Oh, and he scores!" Deeks drawled, turning to face Kensi with a delighted grin.

"Eh, not quite."

"Oh c'mon," he protested, gesturing to the target. "It's practically a bullseye. You can't tell me you're not impressed with that."

"Fine, I'm impressed that you weren't as terrible as I expected," Kensi allowed. Truthfully, she was surprised, but he didn't need to know that.

"You know what, I'll take it."

"Do you want to do it again?" Deeks grinned at her question, one corner lifting higher than the other.

"What, the cuddling or knife throwing?" he teased.

"You keep this up and we're going to find out how accurate my target skills are," Kensi threatened.

"Ooh, so cruel." He started towards the target, adding, "Just so you know, the offer still stands whenever you're feeling a little Deeks deprived."

Kensi scoffed and told herself she most definitely was not staring at his butt as he walked away.