A/N: This is a ridiculous little idea that hit me one night (cause what else would I be thinking about at midnight?). Set seasons 3-4.
Kensi stalked through the boat shed, in search of Deeks. They'd just finished a short undercover stint on the beach, and he'd disappeared about 20 minutes ago after they returned. She pushed through into the bathroom, Deeks' name on her lips, and froze.
Deeks stood in front of the sinks, a towel in one hand, and most importantly, stark naked. At the sound of the door opening, he'd instinctively turned, giving her a flash of him from the back, and then a perfect view of his front.
Time seemed to still. Seemingly without her volition, her eyes moved over him, taking in every muscle and inch of tanned skin. It must have been only a few seconds, but it felt significantly longer by the time she made it back up to his face. Deeks looked equally shocked, eyes wide as the hand holding the towel hovered usually at his side.
"Crap," he muttered, belatedly spinning around. Which meant now Kensi was staring at his perfect butt, which she noticed was a few shades lighter than the rest of his skin.
Then common sense kicked, and she turned around too. A burning hot flush slowly worked its way down from her cheeks to her neck and chest.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" she said, waving a hand that Deeks couldn't see. "I should have knocked—"
"It's ok," he said at the same time.
"I was just coming to tell you—I'll be waiting outside." Once again, she gestured, even though Deeks likely wouldn't see it, and beat a hasty retreat.
Deeks got over "the incident", as she was now referring to it in her head, far more quickly than Kensi did. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked a little awkward for a few minutes, studiously avoiding eye contact.
By the time they were halfway to their next destination though, he was cracking jokes and pontificating on the merits of various surf boards. Kensi made an occasional noise in response, but largely stayed silent. She was a little afraid of what would come out if she actually spoke. At one point, Deeks reached into the middle console between them, grazing her shoulder, and she visibly jumped.
"Hey, are you ok?" Deeks asked when they pulled up in front of their witness's house.
"I'm fine," she said shortly.
Deeks was quiet for a moment, then pursed his lips, considering her. "You're thinking about seeing me naked, aren't you?"
"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "I haven't given it a second thought." Rolling her eyes at him, she opened the door and hopped out, slamming the door behind her.
No, she hadn't given it a second thought. She'd given it a hundred thoughts. The image of his wet, naked form would probably be forever burned into her memory. It was so much better than she'd ever imagined.
She wondered what he'd looked like flushed with arousal. Or what he'd look like above her or beneath her. In her bed.
God, she had it bad. What was wrong with her?
"It's ok," Deeks continued, falling into step beside her as she started up the walkway. He tucked his thumbs into his pockets, upper lip curving in a half-smirk. Instead of annoying Kensi, it made her feel oddly tingly. "I have it on good authority that my butt is pretty spectacular. Mind-blowing, some might even say."
"Oh my god, I am not thinking about your butt," Kensi spluttered. "And don't worry, it was nothing to write home about."
"Uh-huh." Not seeming bothered by her derision in the least, he knocked her shoulder. "You keep telling yourself that, Kensalina."
Chuckling to himself, he jogged the last couple steps up to the doorway. Kensi couldn't stop herself from noticing the way his jeans clung to thighs.
She really was in trouble.