A/N: Suggested by mashmaiden on Tumblr after we rewatched "Spiral" (back in October). A little Densi post-ep.
"Ow," Kensi moaned, limping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. She'd felt decent when she left the office, but after the drive back, her muscles had seized up and her ribs ached from the direct hits by their armed man. Dropping the towel, she found one of Deeks' old t-shirts, and pulled it on, only lifting her arms as high as absolutely necessary. It was amazing how quickly she'd fallen into the cliché, but his clothes were so comfortable.
"Deeks!" she called out. He was somewhere around the apartment, likely cleaning up after her. She felt a twinge of guilt after their tense and physical day. He'd gotten clocked pretty good too, and looked equally stiff when they got home.
"Yeah?" he called back from another room.
"Can you get me a bag of ice and ibuprofen?"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Ice cream?"
Deeks' muffled laughter made her smile as she shuffled around the room and grabbed her phone off the dresser, kicking a spare pair of pants out of her way on the way to bed. With a combined groan and sigh of relief, she crawled under the covers.
"Just as my Ladybird requested," Deeks announced a few minutes later, walking in with a glass of water and white bottle in one hand and a bag full of ice balanced on top of a tub of vanilla ice cream.
As he set it all on the table, the bedside lamp played directly over him.
"Oh my god, Deeks," she gasped, sitting up and tossing her phone to the side.
"What? Is it your ribs? Do we need to go to the hospital?" he asked in quick succession, already reaching for her in concern.
"No, your face." Carefully, she took his chin between her forefinger and thumb and turned it towards the light. When they'd gotten home his cheek and around his had looked slightly bruised and irritated. Now, the entire socket had bloomed into a deep blackish-purple and below that, his cheek and jaw were clearly swollen.
"Oh yeah," he said, touching under his eye with a wince. "I guess it took a little while to set in. I figure I'm pretty lucky though since that guy could have given Sam a run for his money."
"Baby, that looks awful. Come on get in bed," she encouraged him, patting the side that had become his in the last few weeks.
"Kens, I'm fine."
"Stop it. You brought me all this." She gestured to the pills and bucket of ice cream. "Let me take care of you too."
After a few moments of hesitation, Deeks stripped off his jeans, leaving him in boxers and the shirt he'd worn all day, and slid in beside her. Turning onto her side, Kensi gently ran her fingers over his skin, barely making contact.
She reached behind her without taking her eyes off him, and grabbed the sweating bag of ice, pressing it to his cheek. He inhaled deeply, staring back at her with a soft, vulnerable gleam in his eyes.
"I'm glad we didn't die today," he murmured.
"Me too," she whispered back. Leaning down, she kissed him softly, wrapping her free hand around the back of his head. Deeks curled his arm around her, tucking her into his chest, and she closed her eyes, sighing in relief.