A/N: Hey, it's the annual Densi Christmas party! Densimber Day 8.
"How's everything going?" Deeks asked, kissing the side of her head. She was refilling a tray with bite sized sandwiches. Another tray had already been reloaded with mini cheesecakes.
"Good. Your mom is regaling everyone with tales of her wild youth, Nell and Eric are passing out gifts, and Arkady is sleeping in the spare bedroom," she reported. "They seem to be enjoying themselves."
"Awesome." Deeks quirked an eyebrow. "Although I'm not sure how I feel about Arkady sleeping in one of our beds."
"Better than other activities he could be doing in that bed. Or any other part of the house."
"Fair point," he said, grimacing. "Remind me to keep Mama distracted for the rest of the night."
"Got it," Kensi agreed, holding out one of the trays. "Here, take this back with you." Deeks accepted the tray, sneaking a piece of cheesecake before Kensi could bat his hand away.
"You know, when I was your age, I could drink my weight in egg nog," Roberta was sharing when they walked into the den, a cup of something much darker than egg nog in her hand.
"I could also do the limbo like nobody's business." She directed this in Sam's direction, raising her eyebrows significantly as she caught Anna's eye. "Very limber, if you know what I mean."
"Mom, once again please stop hitting on Sam," Deeks requested lightly in passing as he set the tray nearby and grabbed a couple of empty beer bottles.
"Hey, I'm just sharing the wealth of my experience," she defended herself with a shrug. "If you know what I mean."
Shaking his head, Deeks grabbed a beer for himself and sat down next to Nell, who was idly petting Monty's head. He looked like he was in heaven.
Eric sat on the other side, a Santa hat perched on his head and very much at odds with the tailored suit he wore. Nell had gone for a more subtle tree skirt and sweater featuring a collection of ugly reindeer.
"I forgot how much fun your mom is," Nell told Deeks, watching Roberta say something to Sam and squeeze his arm. "She's hilarious."
"Yeah, somehow I don't think Sam's exactly enjoying my mom charms," Deeks said dryly. Callen was standing a few feet away and stepped closer, chuckling.
"He might not be, but I am," he said, grinning at his partner and Roberta in obvious delight.
"Be nice," Anna admonished him, though Deeks noticed she didn't attempt to intervene either. As they watched, Sam politely removed Roberta's hand, gently patting it.
"Hm, it's probably a good thing that Arkady's asleep," Kensi commented, sitting on the arm of the couch next to Deeks. She rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Oh, definitely," Anna agreed. "He would not approve."
"Look Sam, mistletoe," Roberta said loudly, pointing above them. "You know what that means."
"Crap, I knew I should have moved that."
"Mrs. Deeks, I don't think-" Sam started to object with a pleading smile in their direction.
"Oh come on, Sam. You're not going to break a long-established tradition, are you?" Callen interjected.
With a roll of his eyes, Sam leaned down and kissed Roberta on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Deeks."
"And Merry Christmas, to you too," she said, fanning herself dramatically. Then she clapped her hands together. "Alright, who's next? Anna, Callen, you look like you could use it."
Not moving from the spot, Callen gave Anna a peck on the lips.
"You can do better than that," Sam objected, gesturing between the two of them.
"I agree. That was a little…lacking," Anna commented. Instead of seeming offended, Callen just looped his arm around her waist, tugging her into his side a little.
"Well, I guess it's up to us to show these kids how it's done," Deeks declared. He set his beer to the side and reached for Kensi's hand, guiding her beneath the sprig of fake leaves. Kensi rose up on her toes to meet his lips, sliding one hand into his hair, to pull her closer. Bracing his hand on her mid back, he dipped Kensi back, sweeping her low to the ground as they kissed.
Nell whistled as they straightened up again. Kensi's cheeks were a little flushed and she clung to him, leaning into his shoulder.
"Show off," she muttered fondly, brushing his hair back from his ear.
"Alright, get away from the mistletoe before you get carried away," Sam said. He gave Deeks a light shove and admonishing look. "We've all seen enough of that."
"That wasn't bad, but if you want to see some real kissing, you should see me an Ary together," Roberta commented. Anna flashed them a horrified look as Roberta made a move towards the door.
"Hang on, I think I just heard the timer go off, which means dinner's ready," Kensi interceded quickly and a little desperately. "So, the kissing will, unfortunately, have to wait until later."
"Perfect timing," he heard Sam mutter, hastily crossing the room.
"Nice save," Deeks told Kensi in an undertone as everyone migrated towards the dining room. He noticed Eric and Nell trying to discreetly hold hands.
"Thanks." Kensi sighed a little, leaning into his shoulder. "I just hope the food is actually ready."
"Well, if it's not," Deeks said with a shrug. "We can just serve more sandwiches and egg nog at them. With all the rum and other liquor Nell used, nobody will care in an hour or two."
"Sounds like a solid plan," Kensi decided. She glanced back at the doorway, her expression turning mischievous. This time she grabbed his hand, pulling him with her. Deeks looked up when she stopped directly beneath the mistletoe again.
She cupped his jaw, pressing her lips to his in a long, slow kiss, ending it by placing her cheek on his shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas."
It was several minutes later when Nell finally came looking for them, intending to report that something was definitely smoking in the kitchen, and found them still cuddling in the same spot.
A/N: I like the idea of Eric having a thing for hats and suits since leaving NCIS and Nell continuing to enjoy wearing absurd outfits for holidays.