A/N: Snuggles occur, as promised. Densimber day 18.

"Right. A-a-and I bet we have to be naked too," Kensi guessed, rolling her eyes. She clutched her elbows as another shiver rolled through her body.

"I mean, I definitely won't object if you insist. I know this," He gestured to his body. "Is irresistible." More seriously, he added, "Kens, I don't know how warm it's going to get even with the fire." He left the rest unsaid, because Kensi knew all the statistics about hypothermia and frostbite too.

Kensi sighed, shoulders hunching with exhaustion, and once again, caved.

"Fine." She held up a finger, the implied threat only slightly weakened by its shaking. "But if you even think of getting naked, you'll wish you did freeze to death."

They spread blankets out on the rough floorboards as a makeshift bed, grabbing more to pile on top. When it was all made, there was a slightly awkward pause, and then with an annoyed sound, Kensi yanked her sweater over her head.

In deference to Kensi's privacy, Deeks turned around, waiting until her heard her shuffling under the blankets before he faced her again. He'd left his boxer briefs and long sleeve tee on, which he'd honestly planned from the beginning. As much as he might tease, he wasn't a creep.

Unfortunately, his socks were pretty soaked through despite the sturdy boots he'd worn. Shivering as the frosty room air hit way too much skin, Deeks threw another log on the fire, laid their clothes out the best he could, and slid under the covers beside Kensi.

Apparently past her reservations, Kensi immediately curled up against him, tucking her hands against his stomach. She pressed her head to his chest, then pulled back with a grimace.

"Ugh, your shirt's wet," she complained. She plucked at the fabric, her expression turning sympathetic. "That has to feel terrible."

"You made it pretty clear what would happen if I got too risqué," he reminded her. Kensi huffed in exasperation, shoving at his chest.

"Well, take it off before you get everything damp."

Deeks was tempted to tease her about wanting to see him naked, but restrained himself. Sitting up, he stripped off his shirt, and tossed it to the side.

"Happy?"

He turned back, holding his arms wide (terrible idea, he realized immediately), and could have sworn Kensi's eyes hovered over his chest for a few seconds. She cuddled up to him again, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"Much better," she decided. Deeks flinched as her chilled toes slid over his legs. After a few minutes, he'd adjusted enough that it wasn't so uncomfortable, and then he was suddenly acutely aware of every point where they touched.

He tried to remind himself that this wasn't the first time they'd shared a bed, or cuddled. As Justin and Melissa, they'd gotten pretty close and intimate with each other, but that had been under the guise of a case.

It proved even harder to convince himself when Kensi burrowed closer, resting her cheek between his shoulder and chin. He could feel every warm breath on his neck. Her leg twined between his, calf sliding over his thing. He shivered, though this time it wasn't from the cold.

"Kens," he whispered, his voice low and somehow suggestive between them.

Kensi pressed her finger again his lip, shaking her head. "Don't say anything." Her hand skimmed down his ribs, leaving a trail of warmth in its path.

For once, Deeks listened. They could deal with the consequences in the morning.