A/N: Kensi's POV from the deleted scene in "Recovery". Except I added onto it and it turned out a little steamier than I anticipated.
Her skin is burning hot, even as goosebumps erupt all along her side. Right along the path Deeks just ran his hands. Kensi tips her head back, giving him access to her neck, and she doesn't even try to stop her groan as his lips and tongue gently mark the soft skin.
She's thought of this moment an embarrassing number of times in recent months, and somehow it's even better than anything she'd imagined. Reaching out, she manages to find the back of Deeks' neck, sliding her fingers up to tangle in his hair. Gently, she tugs until he lifts his head.
He's breathing heavy, lips slightly parted, hair still neat despite her wandering hands; he's never looked better.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice so soft it makes her heart clench in a way that almost physically hurts. She loves him so much it's terrifying.
Playing with the ends of his hair, Kensi stares up at him long enough that his eyebrows start to lower in worry.
"Nothing," she assures him. She can't tell him that she just needed to see him. That she can't quite believe this is happening. That being in his arms feels like some kind of dream.
Before he can say anything else, Kensi surges up, catching his lips with hers. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, so filled with want and desire, her entire body flushes with heat and her stomach clenches, legs restlessly shifting against Deeks.
"Deeks, I need you," she whispers, tugging at his shirt. The buttons are a mildly frustrating hinderance between her and Deeks' skin, but she gets them undone quickly enough, pushes the shirt off his shoulders, sighing when she finally presses her hands to his bare chest.
Kensi smoothed her hands up his chest, over shoulders, working back down his arm before finally settling low on his abdomen. If this is the only time they have together, like this, she plans to make the most of every moment. His muscles tremble when she brushes even lower, creeping under the waistband of his pants.
"Kens." He makes a breathless sound that might be a laugh, or a gasp. Whatever it is, makes her want to tease him even more. Slowly, she eases the button free, creating just enough space to slip her hand inside his pants. "Oh my god. Kensi," he says, when she lightly palms him, and this time it's definitely a gasp.
"That's a bold move." He presses his forehead to hers, hips moving in time with her hand.
"Well, I wanted to get your attention," she whispers in his ear, grinning when he lets out a breathy laugh.
"Touché." After a few more moments, he gently eases her hand away, dropping a kiss on her lips. He winks, slowly moving down her body. The sight she has before he lowers his head is his delighted smirk, bangs falling in his eyes.
Yes, she's going to savor every single second of tonight.