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ejzah · 5 months

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A/N: I blame @mashmaiden for this, who jokingly suggested the prompt below and then brainstormed possibilities.

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So Very Thankful

“Shhh, not so loud,” Deeks hushed Kensi, creeping around the side of the garage. The smell of turkey surrounded them, drifting over from the patio. Sam had insisted on frying a turkey, even though Roberta and Julia were baking a turkey and ham between them. Along with every side imaginable.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked. “Maybe we should go back to our room.”

“You wanna have sex in our room while there’s a dozen people hanging around?”

They’d decided to take advantage of the multitude of family and friends visiting for Thanksgiving to sneak out for a clandestine rendezvous under the guise of going out for more whip cream. When they’d left, Caleb and Sophia had been surrounded by no less than their moms, Rosa, Callen, and Fatima, so Deeks didn’t feel all that bad.

“We could go in the closet,” Kensi suggested.

“Like that would stop my mom,” Deeks drawled. “You know she’s shamelessly nosy.” They slipped in through the side door like they were breaking into a suspects house and not finding a quiet place to make out.

As soon as they were inside, Kensi tugged Deeks’ mouth down to hers while he guided them back into the corner farthest from the window. He groaned, cupping Kensi’s jaw with one hand to hold her even closer, his other hand dropping to pan down the length of her back. Kensi made an encouraging noise, gently rolling her hips into his as she attacked the row of buttons on his shirt. She had them undone in an impressively short time.

“I knew this shirt would drive you crazy,” Deeks teased breathlessly when they broke away for a few seconds.

“Well, it’s not exactly like I can take off my clothes,” she replied with a smirk, referring to the long-sleeve dress she wore. If Kensi came back wrinkled and curls awry, everyone would definitely know what they’d been up to. “And yes, it’s been driving me crazy. You know I love you in blue.”

She ran her hands across his bare chest, sending pleasant shivers through him. Not to be outdone, Deeks dragged his fingers up her leg, beneath the soft fabric of her skirt, and didn’t stop until he reached her hip. He toyed with the edge of her underwear, chuckling when Kensi ground against his hand.

“Somebody’s in a hurry.”

“I’m not taking any chances that we get interrupted,” Kensi said seriously, right before she dipped her head, and sucked the spot directly over Deeks’ collar bone while simultaneously unzipping his pants. She cupped his bulge, making a desperate sound as Deeks laughed breathlessly into her hair.

She stroked him several times, their gasps mixing between them to create a heady sound. Deeks lifted her at the same time she grasped his shoulders for leverage, wrapping her legs tight around his hips.

“I’m so thankful today,” Deeks groaned as Kensi moved against him.

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A/N: Credit to @mashmaiden for not only the original idea, but the garage and turkey details.

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ejzah · 8 months

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A/N: We have entered firm M territory with this chapter. Hope it doesn’t seem too out of place, but you know, best to take advantage of a kid free night. And for those who were waiting for this moment, you’re welcome.

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 22

Having Kensi in his arms, surrounding him was better than Deeks could ever imagine. And he’d imagined it quite a bit since the night they’d kissed on the front porch. She was impossibly warm and soft, her lips insistent on his, fingers cupped at the base of his skull to keep his mouth at the perfect angle.

He ran his hand up her legs, dragging the skirt of her dress with it. Kensi’s legs squeezed tighter around his thighs and she dragged her mouth away, her eyes bright as she hovered over him.

“We should probably go inside,” she said in a throaty voice. Deeks laughed softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, we don’t want to give the neighbors a show,” he agreed. “They already have enough to gossip about.”

Deeks rose with Kensi, her legs wrapping tight around his waist as he carried her into the house, navigating across the patio and through the door. He barely made it inside before Kensi unhooked her legs, dropping to the floor, pushing him backwards in her eagerness.

Deeks landed against the wall, taking Kensi with him, and tugging her leg up around his hip again so she was pressed more tightly against him. Her lips never left his, but she made a pleased sound as she tore through the buttons on his shirt, tugging the material off his shoulders until it got caught up on his biceps.

She smoothed her hands across the newly exposed skin, starting at his shoulder and working her way down. Deeks pulled back, letting his head drop against the wall with a heavy thud. He watched Kensi through half-closed lids.

Her hands felt almost painfully good. And the way she looked at him as she traced the line of his collar bone was enough to make his stomach tighten with arousal.

He groaned quietly when her fingers brushed the edge of his pants.

“Too much?” Kensi asked quietly, hands stilling instantly.

“No, not all.” Kensk chuckled at his fast reply, and he dipped his head, peering a little shyly through his eyelashes. “No, I have absolutely no objection, but, uh, we haven’t exactly discussed where this is going.”

“Oh, I didn’t make myself clear?” Kensi settled her hands on his chest primly with a would-be innocent expression. “Deeks, I would love it if you took me bed right now.”

Then she stretched up to kiss him softly, and took his hand, leading him towards his bedroom. As they crossed the threshold, she dropped his hand, pausing in the middle of the room, skirt swaying around her legs. Reaching up to her neck, Kensi held his gaze while she slowly tugged the bow loose, sending the top of her dress fall to her waist.

Deeks watched its descent with an open mouth. She pushed it past her hips, the fabric pooling on the floor at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of matching red lace underwear.

“Oh my god,” Deeks whispered, spending amount taking her in. Kensi beckoned him forward with a crook of her finger as she backed up towards the bed.

“Sit down,” she urged him, so climbed onto the bed, settling in the middle of the mattress with his back against the headboard.

Kensi crawled up beside him and swing her legs across Deeks’, hovering over him as she gripped the open front of his shirt. She ran her nose along his cheek, hands tremble slightly. Deeks held his waist, looking up at her expectantly, but not moving or touching her anywhere else.

Starting at his shoulders again, she slid her palms down the length of his arms, pausing when she reached his hands. She lifted his right one, bringing it close to her face, running her fingers along the little crevices and grooves made by time and work. Dipping her head, she kissed in the very center of his palm.

Deeks’ breath caught in his throat, and his other hand flexed on her waist.

“You have very beautiful hands,” she told him unexpectedly.

“Never heard that before,” he said wryly, grinning crookedly.

“It’s true. They’re strong.” Kensi kissed his knuckles. “Yet gentle.” She unfolded it and deliberately placed it higher up her torso. “And I need you to touch me now.”

Deeks slid his hand a fraction of an inch higher so he was cupping her breast and they both groaned, Kensi dropping her head to his shoulder and making a sound of relief. He braced his other hand on her back, gently thumbing her nipple, leaning in to kiss the edge of her jaw.

Kensi arched against him, the press of her hips into his almost painful, and he sucked the skin above her collar bone a little harder than he meant to. She made a deep, wanting sound that vibrated in his ear.

She tugged Deeks’ head from her neck; her eyes were almost black with desire as she stared down at him. She dragged her finger across his bottom lip with such tenderness it made him shiver.

Then her mouth was back on his, opening eagerly when his tongue teased at her lips. Her hands dropped down to his shirt again and she yanked it down his arms, fumbling in her desperation to get the cuffs past his hands.

They had to pause briefly to get the rest of their clothes off, but then they were completely naked.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, running his hands down her sides, over her hips, every perfect curve. Kensi encouraged him with an urgent rocking of her hips as he slid lower.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged in a soft litany.

“I didn’t have any plans to, baby.”

Between his hands and his mouth moving across her skin, interspersed with murmured words of encouragement, she fell apart in his arms, his name on her lips.

“That was…” she gasped. “Amazing.”

“Thanks,” he said with a teasing grin. “I’ll add that to my list of positive reviews.”

“Oh hush.” Kensi nocked his shoulder with the back of her hand, barely making contact. She closed her eyes for a minute while her breath slowed, skin sheened with sweat.

Deeks trailed his fingers over her skin, needing to her touch her even if it didn’t provide any real relief.

Seeming to realize his plight, Kensi opened her eyes, moving against him again with purpose.

“Time for round two,” she said with a delighted grin.

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ejzah · 10 months

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A/N: Back with a second part by fairly popular demand. This is definitely M-rated. Guys…I don’t think I’ve ever gone quite this far before. Enjoy!

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Blame it on the Hormones, Part 2

They made it as far as the wall just inside the house, Kensi backing Deeks against it once again. She kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth before she pulled back with a gasp. Trailing her fingers down his bare chest, she came to a stop at the top of his shorts, thumbs teasing at the edge of his waistband, palms pressed firmly to his abs.

“I take it you’re feeling better,” Deeks said breathlessly, cheeks a dull pink, though she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a result of his recent workout.

“Much, much better,” she confirmed, eyes roving over the path her hands had tracked across his chest. “Let me show you how much.”

Deeks cocked his head slightly, eyes wide as she dipped her fingers beneath his waistband, brushing over the softer skin there. He inhaled softly, and Kensi smiled, dropping to her knees.

“Kensi…?” His voice was hoarse, already so broken at they’d barely done anything. It sent another frisson of desire through her. She didn’t respond to him verbally, settling on smoothing her hands down his thighs instead.

Deeks followed her every movement eagerly, head bent low. Glancing up at him, she smiled wickedly and leaned in, kissing just left of his erection, the material of his shorts thin enough she could still feel the warmth of his skin.

He groaned loudly, head falling back against the wall with an audible thump, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.

Gripping his hips, Kensi dragged her nails over his stomach, just the way he liked, and he hissed softly between his teeth. Every sound he made, the barely there thrusting of his hips only increased the tightening in her stomach and the need to squeeze her thighs together.

She took her time, knowing exactly how to wind him up without even removing his shorts. When she finally slipped her finger back under the elastic, he was gasping softly, stomach trembling faintly. Kensi peeled his shorts down swiftly, making an appreciative sound at the reveal of Deeks’ erection.

Sitting back on her heals, Kensi spent a minute just admiring him. His skin here was a lighter shade than the rest of his body, laid of firm, yet still lean. Then there was the dusting of golden blonde hair that trailed down from his pelvis.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his hip.

“I think those pregnancy hormones are messing with your perception,” Deeks said unsteadily. Though when glanced up, she noticed his cheeks had flushed a little more.

“I mean it, baby. You’re perfect.” She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection, and Deeks jerked into her hand. “You’re funny, caring, protective, and so, so beautiful.” She punctuated each compliment with a slow stroke of her hand, Deeks’ hip thrusting in time with her movement.

He mumbled something incoherent, eyes squeezed shut and breath reduced to an uneven pant.

“Hey, Deeks.” She waited for her voice cut through the fog of his desire.

“Huh?” he responded roughly, looking down slowly, eyes glossy and dark blue with lust.

“I love you,” she told him sweetly and then promptly sucked the head of his erection between her lips.

“Oh my lord,” he groaned. Kensi hummed softly at his response, slowly working her way down until she enveloped him completely. He gasped again, moving in rhythm with her mouth now, hair damp and in his eyes, a flush breaking through his tanned chest, hands fisted tightly against the wall.

She briefly thought of moving one to her hair, the idea making her even wetter, but that had never been Deeks’ preference.

Rising higher on her knees, Kensi moved her hands to his thighs to get a better angle and she felt his muscles tremble beneath her. She spent the next several minutes bringing him almost to the edge, then pulling back just enough, drawing the experience out for both of them.

Finally, when Deeks was gasping her name almost non-stop, hips moving in jerky little thrusts, she sped up, using every little trick she knew to send him over. His legs shook and he hoarsely shouted her name as he came.

Kensi pulled away, pressing a messy kiss above his hips bone as he slumped against the wall. “You ok?”

“Yeah, that was…” he shook his head, dragging in a ragged breath, apparently beyond words. Instead, he grabbed her hands, pulling her up against him, and kissed her roughly. Kensi leaned into it, cupping the back of his sweat-dampened head.

“You can thank me later,” she murmured teasingly.

“Oh I intend to,” Deeks promised fervently. “As soon as I can walk again.”

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A/N: I feel like I should go confess now or something. And I’m not even Catholic.

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ejzah · 2 years

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A/N: Happy 40th Birthday to Kensi Blye (Deeks). Once again, thanks to @mashmaiden for reminding me about this momentous occasion and brainstorming with me. She’s amazing as always!

Kensi and Deeks go on vacation and Kensi really enjoys, ahem, her birthday.

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Steal Away With Me

“This is perfect,” Kensi sighed, resting her head on Deeks’ shoulder. He slid his hand down her back, the warmth easily permeating the thin material of her beach coverup, and heating her skin.

In honor of her 40th birthday, Deeks had gifted her a stay in a tropical resort. They’d decided on the week leading up to her birthday and the one after. Originally, they’d planned to bring Rosa along, but she’d insisted on them going alone, not wanting to intrude. Instead, she was staying with Roberta, which was only a mildly terrifying prospect. More so for Deeks, who had reviewed an entire list of rules with his mom before the left.

When they’d arrived, they found out they’d been upgraded to a deluxe villa and package thanks to Eric and Nell. It was more extravagant than their normal weekends to Mammoth or Malibu, but Kensi didn’t mind at the moment. She was enjoying every second. In a way, it made up for the honeymoon they never got around to.

Around them, several couples and families were spaced around the small cafe they’d chosen for today brunch. Tucked into a corner booth, it was almost as good as being alone.

“Mm,” Deeks responded. “Not that I don’t love our life, but waking up every morning to walk right out onto the beach and then ordering whatever we want for breakfast is pretty amazing.”

“And you know what’s even more amazing?”

“What?”

Kensi brushed her lips over his shoulder, loving the smooth feel of his bare skin. “Getting to spend all this time with you,” she answered with a soft smile. Deeks grinned back, angling his head to kiss her, their mouths lingering for several long, delicious moments.

With his skin bronzed a golden color, and blonder highlights in his hair, Kensi found it hard to keep her hands off Deeks. She ran her hands up his bare back now, pausing on his shoulders for a few seconds to explore the smooth skin over broad muscles before sliding down his chest.

Deeks gasped as she palmed one of his pecs for a second, his head lifting. There was a gleam in his eyes, visible beneath his bangs.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one seducing you,” he reminded her in a low tone that created interesting sensations in her stomach. Really they needed to leave soon before they overstepped the fairly lax rules and got kicked out for indecent behavior. “It is your birthday after all.”

“Mm, well turns out that seducing you works in out pretty good too,” Kensi told him, leaning in enough to reach his collar bone. She sucked at a patch of skin for several moments, feeling the steady increase of his pulse with every second. It made her grin.

Pulling back with a devious smile, Kensi took his hand and led him from the table, abandoning the remains of their fruit appetizer. They could get something more substantial later.

Somehow, they managed to keep their hands to themselves (well, for the most part) on the walk back to their villa, which overlooked a series of interconnected pools and outside cafes. As they reached the flight of stairs leading to the front patio, Deeks unexpectedly swung Kensi up into his arms, barely breaking his stride.

“What are you doing?” Kensi asked around surprised laughter.

“Never got a chance to properly do this when we got married,” he explained, shouldering the door open, and straight into the master bedroom.

“Deeks!” Kensi yelped as he tossed her onto the bed. She tried to give him a reproving look but they were both grinning way too hard for that, and ended up giggling again.

Balancing on her knees, Kensi settled her hands on Deeks’ hips, swirling her thumbs over the skin just above his waistband. He chuckled breathlessly but didn’t try to stop her wandering hands.

“You’re having very dirty thoughts, Mrs. Deeks,” he gasped out as she slipped her fingertips just inside his trunks. He looked down at her with an easy, happy smile.

“Constantly,” she confirmed. Leaning forward, she paused just a few millimeters from his skin, looking him directly in the eye as she pressed an open mouthed kiss above his pelvis.

Deeks groaned, head tipping back, eyes closed. Flushing with arousal at the sight, Kensi worked her way from one hip to the other, slowly easing his shorts a little lower, until Deeks was rocking in an uneven rhythm. She eased off with a final kiss.

Kensi settled back on her knees, taking in Deeks’ flushed skin to the hard line of his erection visible through his trunks. She squeezed her thighs together as another wave of arousal ran through her, settling low in her stomach.

She stripped her coverup off, tossing it in the general direction of the sole chair in the room, and Deeks followed the move eagerly, gaze drifting over her newly revealed skin. His eyes were a deep, clear blue she only ever saw in moments like this.

“Should I keep going?” She ran her fingers over him and Deeks jerked again. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe later.” Drawing even with the bed, Deeks ran his fingertip across the top of her bikini. Then he cupped the back of her head, bringing her mouth to his in a searing kiss, which Kensi returned enthusiastically, tangling her fingers in his hair to draw him even closer.

Her bikini top fell away with a few deft tugs from Deeks’ fingers and then she was almost blissfully naked against him. Moving backwards, Kensi tugged Deeks with her, relishing the familiar weight of his body over hers.

Kensi was breathless when their mouths finally parted. She sighed, back arching, and clung to his biceps, as Deeks took his turn exploring her body with mouth and hands.

“Mm, love you,” Deeks murmured against the swell of her breast.

They were less hurried and frantic this time than when they first arrived on the island. Now they drew out every moment like they rarely had the time for, enjoying every touch, the movements gliding against each other.

Some unknown time later, Kensi gasped in small breaths, head falling to Deeks’ chest as small tremors continued to running through her. Beneath her ear, she heard and felt his heart beating to match her own rhythm. Sighing, Kensi pressed a clumsy kiss to his sweat-damp skin, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer.

“Still got it,” she muttered. Deeks’ chest shuddered with a breathless laugh and he slid one arm over her back.

“Damn right, you do.”

Skin cooling with the gentle breeze blowing through the window, Kensi twined her leg between Deeks’, and dozed off.

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“Hey, baby,” Deeks whispered, nudging her away.

“Mm, just a few more minutes,” she begged, holding Deeks tighter, like she could physically keep him there in bed with her. He didn’t make any attempt to move, but trailed his fingers through her hair, fiddling with the strands.

“I’d love to stay here forever, but our scuba diving session starts in an hour and half.”

“Oh yeah.” Kensi wrinkled her nose and squinted one eye open. The sun was still shining brightly through billowy white curtains over the windows so they must not have slept that long. “Why did we sign up for that again?”

“Because we didn’t want to be the couple that spent their entire exotic vacation in bed?” Deeks answered with a shrug.

“Right.” Sighing, she crawled up onto her elbows, and dropped a kiss on Deeks’ lips. “Then you better go get me some food, or else I’m not going to make it,” she said. Deeks held back his smirk admirably and started sliding out of bed.

“That I can do.”

“Make sure you get at least two donuts,” she called after him as he reached the door. “And put on some pants!”

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A few hours later, Kensi and Deeks walked the path from their villa to one of the island restaurants. They’d spent two hours scuba diving, and despite Kensi’s initial reluctance, she’d enjoyed it thoroughly. Deeks, water creature that he was, was completely in his element.

They’d since changed for dinner, Kensi in a sapphire blue halter dress and Deeks in white pants and a lighter blue shirt that emphasized his tan.

Since it was yet another beautiful day, they chose a table on the small patio outside the restaurant. Within a few minutes, their sever brought drinks and took their orders, leaving them alone once again.

“You are so beautiful,” Deeks told her, folding his hands around hers atop the table.

“So are you,” Kensi returned and he shook his head, snorting.

“You know, I was going to make this really romantic speech,” he continued, staring at her fondly. “But I guess I’ll just say that I love you more than ever and everything about you.”

“Even when I still leave towels on the floor and Reese’s wrappers in the car?”

Deeks inclined his head, debating her question.

“I wouldn’t say I love it per se, but it’s a part of you, and I love you. I’m not sure what I’d do if you stopped being messy altogether,” he said.

“That would be weird,” Kensi agreed. They were silent for a moment and then Deeks reached into his pants pocket and removed a small box.

“And as a symbolic representation of that love, Rosa and I got you this.” He placed it atop her plate, his voice dipping a little lower.

“You already got me the best trip of my life, I don’t think I need anything else.”

“Just open it, Baby.”

Kensi did as he suggested, her curiosity getting the better of her. She gasped at the three silver hearts linked together on a thin chain.

“Oh, Deeks…” she felt tears fill her eyes and leaned over to hug him.

“I love it.”

Deeks answering grin was blinding. He squeezed her tightly, then came around to her side and carefully removed the delicate necklace, linking it around her neck. It settled just above her breastbone.

“Happy Birthday, Kensi,” Deeks whispered, kissing her cheek. “We all love you so much.”

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A/N: I know this was equal parts cheesy and smutty. Hope you enjoyed!

I always like to think that Eric and Nell would use their good fortune to take good care of their friends, especially the ones that gave Eric so very many loans (yeah I’m still not over that completely). I know they each got $10,000 last season, but…I think he can afford a bit more.

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