A/N: Full warning, this train goes straight to Smutsville with few stops in between. Travel at your own risk.

Deeks texted Kensi an address in a much nicer neighborhood than Jason Wyler's place. Maybe she should have felt nervous, but after all the teasing, interruptions, and hesitation, she was done waiting.

Kensi pulled up outside his apartment, checking her hair and makeup before she got out and walked up to the front door. Just for fun, she chose the dress she'd worn the night they met. She hoped it wasn't going too overboard.

When Deeks opened the door, he met her with a smile and a soft "hi".

His eyes drifted over her with a gratifying amount of appreciation, his smile shifting to a grin.

"You look nice," he said teasingly, but no less genuinely as he welcomed her inside.

He wore a dark blue dress shirt and black pants, which clung to his body in exactly the right places. "I suppose you don't look terrible either," she decided. She brushed her fingers along his collar under the pretense of adjusting it, but kept her hand on his neck sliding across to his collar bone.

Her heels put her at eye level with him so she only had to lean forward a few inches to press her lips to his. Based on the noise he made in the back of his throat, she'd surprised him. He recovered quickly, bracing one hand low on her back and the other cradling her neck.

Drawing his lower lip between her teeth, she slid her fingers down until she found the top button on his shirt and started clumsily work it free. Deeks groaned again, the sound turning into a laugh as she lightly big down. When he pulled back, she'd managed to free two buttons from their slots.

"I was going to suggest we go to dinner first, but uh, if you want to speed ahead, I also had some entertainment planned for the night," he said, his hand drifting almost absentmindedly down her side. It sent a spike of anticipation through her and she debated how long it would take her to get through the rest of the buttons.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well." Taking her hand, Deeks drew her further into the apartment, leading her into a room set up with soft lighting. "Since you never got your lap dance, I thought it would only be fair to offer you a make-up. You know, only if you want—"

"I've never been less hungry in my life," Kensi interrupted, tugging him toward the couch. She sat down, leaning back while Deeks turned on a song with a slow, sensuous beat.

He took his time dancing over to her, and by the time he actually stopped in front of her, she felt completely overheated and on edge. Sliding a knee next to her thigh, he rolled his hips, grinning when Kensi made an unintentional squeak.

Remembering that she wasn't under the same rules as at the club, Kensi started working at his shirt again, smoothing her hands over his bare skin as soon as the fabric parted. Deeks stared down at her with a dark, sensuous gleam in his eyes, nodding encouragingly.

"Just try not to rip these cause they don't come with Velcro."

"I'll try to control myself," she said, holding his gaze as she leaned forward and slowly kissed his stomach. His muscles jerked and he lost his rhythm for a second.

He dropped even lower, the fabric of his pants brushing over her bare thighs. Her skin was so sensitive right now, ever little touch felt especially intense, and she had to resists the desire to rip Deeks' pants off, despite his request.

She settled on gripping his hips, her fingers digging into the fabric. Encouraged by the extra thrust of, she slipped her fingers past the waistband of his pants, giving him a scandalized look when she felt nothing but bare skin.

"Why Detective Deeks," she murmured, continuing her exploration. "I think you forgot something."

"Oh, did you want me to put on more clothes? Because I have a very nice three-piece suit in my closet," he offered.

"No, I think you're a little overdressed." Sliding a hand down and around to grip his thigh, Kensi ran her thumb along his inseam a few times before brushing her knuckles over the prominent bulge an inch higher.

"Oh my god," he groaned, losing his rhythm altogether. He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath as she fully cupped him through his pants. His hips arched into her a few times, seeking out more contact.

Pressing his lips to her collar bone in a sweet kiss, he started sucking a path from her shoulder to just below her ear. Kensi clasped desperately at the back of his head holding him in place. When he pulled back with a pleased smile, his hair hanging into his eyes, skin golden in the warm lighting.

Grabbing her around the waist, he flipped them she was now straddling him.

"That might just be the sexiest thing ever," she informed him, earning a huff of laughter. She sank down on him, groaning in relief at the feeling of him finally pressing into her, even if with clothing between them.

Reaching behind her, Deeks unzipped her dress, his hands smoothing along her each inch of newly revealed skin. As he regarded with a nearly reverent look, she thought this might just be the best night of her life.

A/N: And fade to black.