A/N: This is a two-part fic to accompany the Densi scene in 'Smokescreen, part 1'. Yeah, you know which scene I'm talking about. Things may get a bit steamy, so if you share the same sensitivities as Tumblr staff this may not be the fic for you. Also, I apologize in advance if this is really terrible.

"Is this what you meant by keeping things interesting?" Kensi asks breathlessly. Deeks makes a barely intelligible noise of affirmation as he sucks gently at the base of her neck. Kensi's back is pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped so tightly around his hips he can feel the warm of her core through his jeans.

Cupping his hand at the base of Kensi's neck, he turns her head to better access the area behind her ear. With a low moan that goes straight to his groin, Kensi tangles her fingers in the back of his hair, gently directing his mouth back to hers.

After flirting outrageously the entire way home, they'd just managed to take Monty out for a walk and feed him before stumbling and kissing their way up to the bedroom. Somehow, they're both still completely dressed which is starting to become just a little problematic. Deeks' jeans press uncomfortably against the bulge of his erection with every shift of Kensi's hips. The adrenaline from defying death once again had definitely not warn off.

Deeks feels Kensi smirk against his lips right before she slowly and purposely rolls her hips so she rubs right over his dick. He drops his head onto Kensi's shoulder for a moment and then glances up to see her grinning, a wicked gleam in her eye.

His heart is pounding loudly in his ear and he can feel Kensi's chest heaving against his in a similar rhythm.

"That's so not fair," he groans, laughing breathlessly when Kensil leans forward and sucks his bottom lip between her teeth.

"You should know by now that I never play fair," Kensi says with that same evil grin. Then she rubs against him again, a low chuckle escaping her lips when Deeks can't hold back another moan.

Her chuckle turns into a yelp when he spins them around and tosses her on the bed. He yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room and then lowers himself over Kensi.

Kensi runs her hands down his back, her gaze appreciative as she runs her eyes over his bare torso.

"God, I've missed this," he says with a sigh. He never gets tired of the opportunity to be with Kensi, to simply touch and be with each other without worrying about work or any other responsibilities. It's even better when they have the time to actually seduce each other the way they are right now, although he isn't sure they'll be able to hold out for too long this time around.

"We did have sex two days ago," Kensi reminds him as she continues her exploration, her fingers dipping past the waist of his jeans. Her hands are warm and soft against his skin and she knows exactly how to set every place she touches on edge; it's one of the many benefits that comes with loving Kensi Blye.

"Yeah, but we had like ten minutes. We need a minimum of an hour to do this right," he replies while he plays with the edge of Kensi's shirt and slowly slides his fingers around her waist. He creeps higher, using his thumbs to rub gentle circles just below her bra line. Kensi's back arches, giving him enough room unclasp her bra and between them they have it and her shirt off in a few seconds. Deeks tosses them in the general direction of his shirt.

He spends several moments just staring at the tanned skin revealed, slowly working his way up from Kensi's stomach to her breasts. Beneath his gaze, he can see just the slightest of flushes work its way across her chest and her pupils are wide with desire, her hair spread across their pillows and sticking to her skin in places. It was a sight that never, ever failed to awe him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers and then lowers his head to kiss the tip of her breast. Immediately Kensi tangles a hand in his hair, holding him in place as he licks and sucks her nipples. Her other hand idly trails down his back and though she is barely touching him, it makes him shudder.

Kensi is practically gasping, her grasp on his hair just short of painful, when he eases himself a few inches lower, intent on reacquainting himself with every glorious inch of Kensi's body.

"My turn," Kensi says in a low and incredibly sexy voice as she pushes and rolls him onto his back.

"But I wasn't finished," he protests which Kensi acknowledges with a raised brow as she drapes herself across him and kisses him briefly. She teasingly rubs her breasts over his chest and then slowly rises to her knees, making a show of shaking her hair out and showing off every finely muscled curve.

"Oh my god…are you trying to kill me, Kens?" Deeks groans.

"Maybe," Kensi acknowledges, reaching for his jeans. She undoes the button and zipper and peels his jeans and boxers past his hips. Deeks jerks as she brushes her knuckles over his hipbone and then his erection a second later.

He actually gasps when she wraps her graceful fingers around him.

"Oh my god," he repeats, tilting his head back again until he's staring at the ceiling. His jaw is tightly clenched in an effort to keep himself from arching into Kensi's palm with every stroke. She is way too good at this and she knows it.

"Look at me, Baby," Kensi urges him and just like always he can't ignore the sultry edge to her voice. Deeks is pretty sure he would do just about anything for that voice. He pulls in a shallow breath before he meets Kensi's gaze and somehow she looks almost as turned on as him.

He sits up and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Kensi doesn't seem to mind the change and grabs the back of his head again, kissing him with a fierceness she hadn't exhibited earlier. They spend the next few minutes wriggling out of their jeans without breaking the kiss. Deeks pauses to appreciate the sight of Kensi in just her underwear and trails his fingers everywhere the dark blue cotton covers.

When they are both completely naked, Kensi settles on her knees on top of him. She positions herself over him, presses their chests together and with painful slowness sinks down on him. Her breath hisses out in a rush and Deeks simply rests his hands on her back until shifts her hips.

"You good?" he breathes out.

"Yep, move Deeks." They fall into a steady, slow rhythm, Kensi rocking her hips with agonizing precision as Deeks moves in time with her. She keeps a hand anchored in his hair and the other clutching his shoulder, clutching him to her as they continue to kiss. They only break apart long enough to whisper soft words of love and encouragement.

Deeks knows she's close to losing control when her movements start to become uncoordinated. He takes over and in a few minutes she's shuddering around him, her lips sealed to his as they fall apart together.

"Kensi," he breathes out and she mutters something that might be his name.

Kensi collapses against him, her heart racing almost as fast as his. He embraces her loosely and clumsily shifts around until they're mostly vertical. One of the pillows is bunched up under his leg (he's not really sure how it migrated all the way to the other end of the bed) but he doesn't care enough to fix it. He's feeling totally and amazingly content with Kensi beside him and the prospect of an entire day all to themselves.

She turns in his arms, still breathing heavily but otherwise quiet. He nudges her shoulder and kisses the side of her head, hoping to elicit some kind of reaction.

She grabs his hand and brings it to her chest, turning just enough to kiss his shoulder. Carefully, he tips her chin up and brushes her hair away so he can see her face. The hazy-eyed contentment from a minute ago is replaced with what he can only describe as melancholy.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, his concern growing as Kensi remains silent.

"Nothing," she assures him, her expression turning affectionate. She smiles up at him and Deeks has to wonder if he imagined the whole thing as Kensi brushes her thumb over the hair covering his jaw. Rolling on top of him again, she bends over to kiss him, easing her tongue past his lips. When she pulls back, they are both breathless again, Kensi's eyes are gleaming mischievously and Deeks has forgotten everything but the feeling of her tongue trailing down his stomach.

"I think I'm ready for round two," she whispers.

A/N: Guys, I have written words today that I have never written, nor spoken, before. I feel just a little bit dirty right now and hopefully you don't hate it.

Expect part two, which will take place after the scene from "Smokescreen" ends, in the nearish future. It should be a little more angsty if that's your thing.