A/N: Densimber Day 8. This one has a little bit of smut, but nothing too extreme.

Deeks woke to Kensi in his arms, her lips making a gentle path down his neck.

"Wow, this is so much better than an alarm," he mumbles, peering at Kensi through the slits of his eyes.

"Good morning," she said between kisses. Slowly, she worked her way up to his face, pausing at the corner of his mouth.

Now fully awake, Deeks grasped her thighs, pulling her closer. Kensk made a noise of approval and sealed her mouth over his, one of her hands sliding down his stomach.

His alarm blared loudly and they both groaned in frustration, Kensi rolling off him and pressing her face into her pillow.

"Well, guess we'll have to revisit this later," Deeks sighed between short breaths. "Do you wanna shower first?"

"Or," Kensi said, a sly look entering her eyes. "We could save time and shower together."

Deeks had enough arousal running through his body to decide that sounded like a very good idea. "I'll go get the water warmed up."

The second he had his boxers off, Kensi backed him into the shower, her body blissfully warm against his. His back hit the shower wall, maybe a little harder than she intended, and several things fell out of the wire racks above their heads.

Deeks instinctively shoved Kensi out range of falling shampoo bottles, but he wasn't fast enough to spare himself. Something sharp hit his elbow and he twisted it around to see several long slices, oozing thin lines of blood.

"Deeks, are you ok?" Kensi asked, cupping her hands over her mouth.

"Yeah, I think a razor hit me," he said, grimacing at the blood mixing with water to create a morbid scene.

"Here, let's get it bandaged." She hastily turned off the water, grabbed a towel for herself and handed him one. He clumsily wrapped it around his waist, sitting on the closed toilet seat while Kensi rooted around under the sink.

She came back with a hand towel, a tube of ointment, and Band-Aid. Carefully turning his arm, Kensi cleaned off the blood, wincing at the flaps of ragged skin.

"I'm sorry, baby," she apologized as she applied a thin layer of ointment and the Band-Aid.

"It's not your fault."

"Well, next time I'll be more careful."

As soon as he moved his arm, he felt the cuts tug and trickles of fresh blood. "I don't know. Maybe shower sex isn't the best idea," he said. For such a small injury, it hurt a lot. "Ow." He clamped his hand over his elbow, feeling a little blood seeping through the bandage.

"Oh, don't write it off completely just because of one freak accident," Kensi insisted a little desperately.

"Either way, I think it's off the table for today." As evidence, he uncovered his elbow, revealing a small pool of blood in his palm and the thoroughly soaked bandage.

"I'll get more Band-Aids," Kensi sighed.

"Maybe some gauze would be a good idea too."