A/N: Yes, there is more mild adult content here. I seem to be stuck in a groove. I assume many of you won't mind. Not a bit of angst to be found here.
Tipsy Kensi was always a delight to behold. She never got drunk enough to lose complete control, but was just less reserved and playful. Like now, as she attempted to dig Deeks' keys out of his front pocket.
"That's the wrong pocket," Deeks told her helpfully, arms wrapped loosely around her waist. He rested his hands on her lower back, leaning against the front door as she continued to explore.
"Do you want me to stop?" Kensi asked, fingers pausing just of brushing something that was definitely not keys.
"No, I didn't say that. I just think the neighbors might object." He yelped as Kensi slipped her other hand in his back pocket and squeezed, hard, jerking into her.
"Who cares what the neighbors think?" Abandoning her search, Kensi grasped his head, fingers curling around his skull and kissed him, teasing at his lips until they parted. Groaning, Deeks fumbled for his keys, somehow managing to get the right one in the lock.
They stumbled through the door, both giggling, Deeks catching Kensi around the waist to keep her from falling. Maybe he'd had a couple too many drinks himself. Good thing they'd decided to take an Uber home from a night out with the Cupcake Girls.
With a clumsy swipe, he flipped on the overhead lights, still holding onto Kensi. She gently tugged out of his grasp, walking backwards with surprising grace given the ridiculously tall heels she wore.
They were very pretty shoes, he decided, following the shiny black material up to the golden skin of her calves. Kensi took another step back, resting a hand on her hip as she posed for him. He watched, completely transfixed by her.
Her dress was short, barely reaching mid-thigh and had a deep neckline which curved provocatively around her breasts. Catching his eye, Kensi shook her hair back and rolled her hips in a move that he was ninety-nine percent sure he had taught her.
Heat suffused him, bringing the desire that had been simmering for most of the night to a roaring fire. He crossed the space between them and caught Kensi around the waist again, spinning her into him.
"Hey, I thought I was the exotic dancer in this relationship," he whispered, thumbs idly drawing little circles along her collar bones. Kensi shivered, her wide and dark with arousal.
"Well, if you want to join in, feel free," Kensi offered. She twined a leg around his, rubbing her body up and down his like he was a makeshift stripper pole.
He chuckled breathily, clamping his hands on Kensi's hips as she twisted around him. She nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his collar until the first button popped open. She smoothed her hand over his exposed chest with a soft exhalation he found incredibly sexy.
"I've always loved you in this shirt," Kensi continued, running her fingers up his chest to his shoulders. "When you roll your sleeves up…" she trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
"You are so beautiful," he said emphatically, lifting her so she straddled his hips. Kensi's nails scraped through his shirt as she arched against his erection with a deep moan.
"So are you." She grabbed chin a little roughly and kissed him hard. It was more clumsy than usual, but Deeks didn't care. He kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, slowly leading them towards the bedroom.
Kensi continued tugging at his shirt until it was just hanging on by one sleeve. He carelessly shook it off, distracted by the soft kisses Kensi was now sucking along his collar bone.
This was going to be an extremely good night he thought as he slid Kensi's zipper straight down her back, revealing smooth skin.