A/N: This was written on the one-year anniversary of the series finale.
Deeks wandered out onto the patio, finding Kensi curled up on the loveseat under the setting sun. He leaned over the back, pressing a kiss to her neck. Sighing, Kensi tipped her head back, catching his lips with a quick little move.
"Hi." She grinned up at him and smoothed her thumb over his bottom lip.
"Hi. You want a beer?" he asked. He held out a pair of Modelos, rounding the loveseat to slide in next to Kensi.
"I already pumped, so definitely," Kensi said with a grateful smile. Deeks popped the top off, handed it over, and kept the other for himself.
He spent a minute just staring out at the reddish hues of the sun. They'd put the twins to bed 20 minutes ago, then he'd cleaned up from dinner. It had been a long day; good, but long and exhausting as most days were.
With another sigh, this one content and a little sleepy, Kensi slid over a few more inches, tucking her arm through his and resting her head on his shoulder.
"You know, today is exactly one year since we found out," Deeks murmured, twining his fingers through hers. He drew a small circle in the center of her palm.
"Mm, found out what?"
"That you were pregnant."
"Oh my god, has it really been that long?" Kensi gasped, suddenly sounding more awake. Deeks chuckled at the mild shock in her voice.
"It's ok, we've been busy." He shook his head slightly, turning to meet her gaze. "It's crazy how much has changed since then. We got two more kids, new jobs—"
"A few more grays," Kensi teased, gently tugging at a stray curl.
"Hey now!"
"Oh you know I like it. Especially since you grew your hair back out."
"Still crazy for the fluffy hair," he teased back.
"Always. Even when you're 90 and completely gray."
"Aw, I love you too."
Kensi snorted, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth, and Deeks joined in. They giggled for a couple minutes—the result of nearly six months with twins and general contentment.
Eventually, they settled down again. It was nearly dark by now, twilight bringing a romantic air with it.
"Hey, does this count as a date night?" he asked, mostly as a joke. Kensi shrugged.
"We have drinks, we're together, and technically there aren't any kids in sight, so I'd say yes," she decided. She tucked herself a little closer. "You know what happened last year when we had our first date night," she reminded him suggestively.
"Yeah, we made Donut and Croissant."
"Exactly."
He lowered his eyebrows and Kensi answered by raising one of hers. "Are you saying we should try for a round two?" he asked slowly.
"Maybe not with the same results just yet, but there's no harm in practicing," Kensi said. "You know, so we don't get rusty."
"Yeah, no, definitely. We want to stay nice and limber and lubricated," he agreed.
"You are so ridiculous," Kensi murmured against his mouth. "To practice."
"To date nights," he added as Kensi climbed into his arms.
A/N: The show may be over, but Densi will live on if I have anything to do with it.