AN: I was going to name this compilation "Car Conversations," because I mostly think of these things when I'm on my long drive to or from work. But then I realized the first few ideas I have for it actually take place in a car, and I didn't want that to be the defining feature of all the rest of them (and I'm OCD enough that they would have had to). So for now, just consider this a place for me to put the brief (as a challenge to myself I'm trying to keep each under 1,000 words – minus the AN's, of course), unrelated conversations our favorite couple has in my head while I should be focusing on my driving.

This one is a post-ep for 767 (8x19): a discussion about Kensi's evening with her friends.

Spoilers: Up through 767.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm not making any money from this. Though I wouldn't say no to taking an early retirement from my day job if someone wanted to pay me to be their private Densi fic writer.

"You're done early," Deeks observed when Kensi slid into his truck.

"I only went tonight to dance for a little while and plan the rest of the weekend. And it will be awesome!" Kensi practically sang. "Starting with brunch tomorrow, which you are expected to attend, by the way."

"Fantastic," Deeks muttered under his breath. "I thought for sure Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffani would have talked you into crashing at their hotel suite tonight, so you could all stay up late and gossip, paint each other's nails, and have pillow fights in your sexy lingerie." Deeks enjoyed the image in his minds' eye for a moment before he pulled away from the curb in front of the club.

"And pierce our ears after we sing about how virginal we aren't?"

"Kensi Marie Blye, did you just make a musical theater reference? How much did you drink tonight?"

She scoffed at that. "Hardly. I watched Grease on video at an actual sleepover in, like, fifth grade. We did try to pierce our ears, though."

"Try? What happened?"

"We'd swiped and sterilized a sewing needle, numbed Dawn's lobe with an ice cube, and Debbie was holding a potato behind Dawn's ear while I was lining up the needle when Dawn's mom came in and put a stop to our fun."

Deeks let out a chuckle. "Did you get in trouble?"

"Are you kidding? My mother was so happy I was taking an interest in anything remotely girly that she took me the next day to get my ears pierced at the mall." She smirked before responding to his earlier question, "And I drank a ton; all of it club soda. I told you I could have driven myself."

"Yeah, but I wanted you to be able to have fun with your friends, let loose a little."

"There will be plenty of letting loose with the girls tomorrow night." Kensi's look was seductive as she placed her hand on Deeks' thigh. "Tonight, I want to let loose with you."

"Oh dear god, yes," Deeks swallowed hard. "So what did you say to the Cupcake Girls to get them to agree to cut tonight short?"

"First, they're still at the club dancing their asses off, it's not like they had to leave. Second, I told them that you and I were interrupted this morning, and that I really needed to finish what we started."

"You said that?!"

"Why wouldn't I? It's the truth."

"But they'll know we're having sex tonight! I won't be able to look at them tomorrow."

"Deeks, they know about our sex life already. Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Yeah? Like what?" Deeks didn't know if he should be intrigued or worried. "What kind of things do you tell them about me?"

"I'm not telling you what I tell them."

"But it's about me!"

"Fine. Let's just say they know that I'm typically very happy with our sex life."

"Wait, typically? So sometimes you're not?"

"No, it's nothing like that, baby. Seriously, you'd know it if I was unhappy." Kensi squeezed Deeks' leg lightly and ran her hand further up his thigh. "But I was sharing with them how difficult things were for me during my recovery, you know, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, too. And that it had been a really long time since we'd been together. They think you're the best thing since Uber, by the way, for going without sex for that long. When I mentioned that things were just getting interesting this morning before you were called into work, they were more than happy to let me skip out early tonight."

"Huh. So I'm like the best boyfriend in the world, as far as they're concerned."

"As far as I'm concerned, too." Kensi leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "But that that's not even the half of it. They were ready to kick me out of the Cupcake Girls and rename themselves Cupcake Girls and a Boy."

"What!"

"You would have taken my place in the name line-up, too: Kat, Marty, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffani."

"Wait, this is because you weren't ready for sex for a few months?"

"Babe, it's been more than a few months. But no, this is because I wouldn't let you propose when I was in the hospital. Also, because I had the gall to remain in a coma when you proposed and put a ring on my finger the time before that. If it wasn't for the Cupcake Girl Code, Tiffany-with-a-y would have shoved me aside and jumped into the truck with you tonight to help you, and I quote: 'Forget all about Kensi, who obviously doesn't know a good thing when he gets down on one knee and tries to ask her to marry him.'"

"Uh, wow. Okay, I definitely won't be able to look her in the eye tomorrow."

Kensi smiled as they pulled into their garage, "I'll tell you what. Let's go inside and finish what was so rudely interrupted earlier. Then tomorrow morning, we'll do it all again, and if you're too tired to come to brunch after that, I'll make an excuse for you."

"Yeah well, it would have to be a hell of an excuse, Kensalina. Like maybe I pulled a hammy because we were particularly acrobatic. Or you know, that I was able to…uh, perform about a dozen times. Which, of course means that you were, um, satisfied at least twenty times."

Kensi grabbed a handful of Deeks' hair and yanked him toward her for a searing kiss as he was about to open his car door. "Then I suggest we get started on that sooner than later." She had her shirt off before she made it to the garage door.

"Oh dear god, yes," Deeks said again, in what would become his mantra for the night. And the next morning.