A/N: In my usually self-indulgent way, I wrote about Deeks' muscles for my birthday (this was written back in December, so my birthday is now long passed). This is set just before the start of season 8. Densimber Day 28.

"Hey, what do you think of this shirt?" Deeks asked, walking from the bedroom into the bathroom. He tugged at the sleeve of the black sweater he wore, frowning at it. "I want to look nice for dinner with your mom, but also not like I'm trying too hard."

Kensi sat on their bed, still in a large t-shirt and shorts. She looked up from her phone, running her eyes over him. She made a circular gesture with her finger. "Turn around."

He obliged, canting out one hip when he finished.

"Mm, there's something kind of weird about the collar," she decided.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he said, tugging it back over his head, revealing his torso. Kensi sat up a little straighter, phone completely forgotten. His pecs and abs flexed slightly as he lifted his arms above his head, struggling slightly with stretchy material.

He started digging through his side of the closet again, giving her a very nice view of his butt. His jeans clung nicely, outlining the long, lean muscles of his legs.

After a minute, Deeks turned around, shrugging into a light blue button-down.

"Wait," Kensi said, as he reached to button it. "That won't work with jeans. You'll need slacks."

Deeks sighed, sounding annoyed, but stalked over to the dresser anyway, and pulled out a pair of charcoal-colored pants.

Dress pants were highly underrated in Kensi's opinion. Especially when they fit as well as Deeks' did. Maybe she could convince him to wear a tie, or vest.

He popped the button on his jeans with a flick of his wrist. There was a practiced seductiveness to his movements Kensi was certain he wasn't even aware of. His hand dropped to his zipper then, easing it down slowly before he peeled the tight jeans down his hips and legs.

Kensi's upper chest and cheeks flushed at the sight of him in just dark blue boxer-briefs and his unbuttoned shirt. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly incredibly dry.

"You know, if you wanted me to strip for you, all you had to do was ask," Deeks drawled unexpectedly. Kensi jerked guiltily, a half-formed protest on her lips as she dragged her gaze away from the slight bulge beneath dark fabric up to his face.

His lips curled up in a knowing, sardonic grin. Jerk. Still grinning, he did a slow body roll, emphasizing every visible muscle.

"See something you like?" he asked, pitching his voice lower than normal. It made her stomach clench pleasantly.

She shrugged, letting her eyes answer the question. "I thought you didn't strip anymore," she reminded him.

"I'll make an exception." He took a step forward, encouraging Kensi with a nod of his head. She slid off the bed, taking his extended hand, and he tugged her the rest of the way to him. Taking both her hands, Deeks ran his fingers down her arms, bowing his head to kiss the inside of her elbow.

Kensi's breath caught in her throat, and he glanced up from under his bangs, flashing a smile before he fell back into his stripper persona. Shaking his hair back from his eyes, he looped her arms around his neck, sliding his hands down her sides to settle on her hips.

Then, staring her directly in the eyes, he slowly began rolling his body against hers.

It was one of the most erotic things she'd ever experienced.

Letting her arms fall from his neck, Kensi cupped one Deeks pecs, trailing the other across his lower stomach. She grinned when she felt his muscles twitch in reaction to her touch.

Drawing his mouth to hers, she pushed his shirt past his shoulders.

"We're going to be a little late for dinner," she murmured against his lips.