A/N: Written for Kensi and Deeks' wedding anniversary this year. Can't believe that these two have been married for four years, have a daughter, and are so happy together.
"Is it somewhere warm?"
"Possibly."
"Then it's cold at least part of the time?"
"Maybe."
"Kensiiii," Deeks groaned, tipping his head back against the passenger head rest. "Why won't you tell me where we're going?"
"Because it's a surprise," Kensi responded, signaling left and quickly changing lanes.
"But it's killing me!"
"And now you know what it's been like for me all these years when you planned elaborate surprises," she said, reaching across the console to pat his hand. "You'll survive, baby."
"Can you at least tell me why I had to wear dress clothes?" he asked, plucking at his dark blue dress shirt, a favorite of Kensi's. She wore a flowy dress a shade lighter that stopped just above her knees.
"Maybe I just wanted you to look nice." Her eyes flashed over him. "Actually, sexy is a more appropriate term."
Deeks squinted at her, suspicious of her compliments. "You're just trying to distract me."
She slid her hand up his thigh. "Is it working?"
"A little bit." He sat up straighter as Kensi pulled off into a familiar parking lot. "We're going to the beach. I forgot my board in my other pants."
"Don't worry, you won't need it," Kensi assured him, choosing a spot beside a black car. Deeks frowned, recognizing the vehicle immediately.
"Kens, why is Sam's Challenger here?"
Kensi didn't respond, twisting her fingers together with uncharacteristic nervousness.
"Do you trust me?" she responded uncertainly.
"Absolutely," Deeks said without hesitation.
"Ok, then come with me."
They got out and Kensi took his hand, leading them down the pier. There was a slight breeze that ruffled his hair and blew Kensi's skirt around her ankles, but otherwise, it was sunny and warm out. A perfect day.
"Here we are," Kensi announced, coming to a stop, she gestured ahead of them where a small tent and gauzy arbor had been set up in the middle of a clear patch of beach. A few people wandered around, dressed in semi formal wear.
Deeks squinted, catching sight of a familiar bald head.
"Kens—" As he turned to face Kensi, she exhaled heavily and took his hand between hers again.
"Marty Deeks, will you marry me again?" she murmured.
Deeks gaped at her for a second, glancing at the scene ahead and then back at Kensi again.
"Isn't it a little soon for a vow renewal?" Was the first thing that came to mind.
"Maybe," Kensi allowed. "But our wedding didn't exactly go as we planned."
"Yeah, tell me about it," he muttered, thinking of Russians and his near kidnapping.
"And, I know you had reservations about the size and general…grandeur. You wanted a small, intimate wedding."
"Kens, I absolutely loved our wedding day, even with all the chaos." He squeezed her hands, needing her to understand.
Kensi smiled, brushing a few strands of hair back from his temple, then threading her arms around his waist. She leaned against his chest, looking up so they were eye to eye.
"I know. I still want to do this, Deeks. Because after four years, I love you even more than I did before. And I'd like to celebrate that in front of the people we love most." She shrugged, showing a hint of uncertainty again. "Without all the fanfare."
"Well, Kensi Marie Blye-Deeks," Deeks began, pausing to kiss Kensi lightly. "I would love to marry you today. And tomorrow, and the day after. Though Kilbride might object."
Kensi snorted, and rested her forehead against his.
"Happy Anniversary, Deeks. Let's go get married."
A/N: This was supposed be sweet and fluffy. I hope I managed to convey that.