A/N: Found this on my computer and thought, 'I haven't seen an PWP on here for these two in a while, let's post it!' So hopefully you'll like it :P

It does have a little plot, and I mean tiny, basically just setting the scene.

Sunnier and Lily will be updated soon. Sorry about the wait on those (to anyone who is reading them also), it was my last week of Uni, and I had two assignments due, now they're done, I have plenty of time to write. The only reason why this is getting posted it because it was finished.

So, I hope you enjoy :)

It started with the ruse. For once she wasn't the bait, well the main bait.

Deeks was supposed to be made, it was the only way they could get the bodyguard away from their main target, Kensi was just arm candy... and half the distraction. Her distraction, however, was her partner. They were out clubbing, meaning she was in extremely high heels and very short dress, this was something she was used to, she didn't think that it was anything too fantastic, though his jaw dropped when he had seen her. Kensi's jaw had floored, also. Deeks was dressed in a pale blue striped shirt, and dark grey jeans – tight fitting. Damn he looked good.

'Wow, Kens,' he breathed. She fought back the blush that had been emerging as soon as she had laid eyes on him, and it wasn't easy. She saw their reflection in the mirror; Deeks behind her, looking over her shoulder at their reflection. They were a good looking couple, if she said so herself; and by the look on his face, he was thinking the same thing, too.

He took her hand as she stepped out of the car after opening the door for her. He twined his fingers with hers, cringing as if waiting for the punch; but she played her part well, gripping his arm a little possessively with her free hand and leaning into his body as they walked into the club. The loud music was making her vibrate – though she rationalised it was just the music and not her proximity to her hot partner – as he ordered them drinks. They tapped their glasses of JD together before taking a sip and never taking their eyes off the other.

'Ok, guys; this isn't a date. Find the guy so we can wrap this up.' Callen's voice startled her over the earwigs.

'Right, like Kensi would be stupid enough to go on a date with me,' Deeks rebutted and Kensi laughed. Oh, Kensi was stupid enough, because he was an amazing man, who cared about the little things and always made her feel wanted, even if he really didn't want her like that.

'True, she has more sense than that – and taste,' Sam quipped.

'Oh, yes, but remember: 'She is too his type'," Callen quoted her.

'I knew that was coming back to bite me in the ass.' Kensi muttered. She saw Deeks try and hide a smile, and knew exactly what he was thinking – and it was all in the gutter.

Soon enough they were dancing together, rubbing up against the other and she could feel the static electricity between them; it was intoxicating. Deeks made sure to keep his hands in a respectable position on her body, and she wanted – needed – them to wander.

This wasn't good. Kensi was getting caught up in the feel of her partner; the way his body rubbed against her in the mass of people. Deeks often leant down, brushing his lips lightly across her neck and bare shoulder in a mock kiss. And she ached for his lips and teeth to make proper contact with her skin. When she thought of his tongue on her pulse point, her knees actually buckled. It's been way too long since I've gotten any, she thought to herself.

'Whoa, easy there Kens, don't go falling for me,' Deeks joked, hot breath on her neck again.

'Don't flatter yourself,' Kensi said poisonously, admiring her lack of breathiness and the fake harsh tone she usually used with him.

'Remember the plan, Princess. You have to at least look like you want to hook up with me.' The hand on her waist squeezed a little possessively on her hip.

Kensi pulled back from his body to make sure he could see her roll her eyes.

And then she did something dangerous. One of her hands slid around his neck, the other slid under the back of his shirt, splaying across his bare skin, the tips of her ring and pinkie finger dipping into the back of his jeans under the waist band of his boxers. 'Are you telling me how to do my job?' She asked seductively in his ear, making sure her lips grazed the shell.

Deeks looked at her stunned for a moment, she smiled at the power she had over him. 'N-no, I –'

'If you two are quite done being an old married couple,' Callen's voice spoke into her earwig. 'We kind of have a job to do here.'

'Like you can talk, Callen. You and Sam bicker more than we do. If we're the old married couple, you guys are ancient.' And there was the normal Deeks; using jokes to make light of things. Kensi couldn't help but laugh, though.

As they bickered over the comm., Kensi spotted their target. 'Game on, guys,' she murmured.

Deeks instantly stiffened, not noticeable from an onlooker, but with their arms wrapped around each other, she felt his muscles tighten at her words.

He spun her around ever so casually – she would never tell him, but he could dance as naturally as he breathed (maybe not the Waltz), and it was a huge turn on for her. Deeks positioned them so that their mark could spot him. Now he knew where their target was, Deeks hands wandered all over her body, his face buried in Kensi's neck. Deeks had previously gone undercover and arrested one George O'Conner, putting him away for a few years, so of course he was going to chase the whistleblower and his date outside of the bar to exact his revenge. Kensi hated having her back to their target; she hated the uncertainty about it, but she trusted Deeks with her life, so she melted into his warmth.

'He's gunna spot me any second now, Kens,' Deeks muttered in her ear. His scruff was tickling her neck and ear gently as he spoke, sending sparks straight to her abdomen. His arm that was wound around her waist pulled her a little tighter towards his lean body. Silently, Kensi questioned his actions, but wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved them to the beat.

Deeks' stubble scraped across her neck as he moved and then his entire body froze. O'Conner had seen them, Kensi could tell. 'Got him,' her partner said.

'Hook, line and sinker guys.' Deeks said into the earwig, pulling Kensi through the sea of people and out into the smelly, dark alley behind the club.

'Got it, going in,' Sam replied.

'Now to distract "O'Tool".' Deeks told Kensi.

This was part of the plan she was the most uncomfortable with. Getting into a fight outside the club wouldn't have caused a big enough distraction, so they went with Plan B – Kensi so did not like Plan B.

They were just ahead of O'Conner and made sure he was following before they turned into a nook in the brick wall.

Deeks threw Kensi against the wall and fused his lips with hers without hesitation. This had been the plan, and she didn't like it one bit – because she liked it way more than what she should have.

A moan escaped her lips into his as he swallowed it, returning it with his own. Her fingers wrapped and tangled into his hair pulling him ever closer to her body, as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She promised herself that she wasn't going to get caught up in this; that it was just a job, just like every other case, but heat was pooling in her stomach as their tongues attacked each other and she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. Every bit of sexual tension she had been feeling was poured into that kiss, and the danger of the op was making it that much more exciting.

That was when she realised, for him, this was just a job. Making out in the alley was part of the operation and this wasn't to become a regular occurrence. It saddened her because she desperately wanted more from him. So she decided to make the most of what he was giving her in the op; and her fantasies would just have to do.

As he pulled away when oxygen became a necessity, he attached himself to her pulse point, tongue and all – oh, and it was much more gratifying than she expected – making the ache for him intensify two fold. A knee slid in between her thighs applying a slight pressure to make her moan and the throbbing between her legs was almost painful. Her head dropped back, cracking against the wall as his hand slid down to her butt, squeezing possessively. Her head hurt slightly but she didn't care; she didn't want him to stop touching her the way he was, ever. He kissed her lips again, pushing his body into hers, squishing her against the wall.

She wanted him, now; not caring that they were in the middle of an op or that the entire team, including Hetty, would hear them, she needed Deeks in the worst – and best – kind of way.

He detached his lips from hers, attacking the other side of her neck. She could feel the vibrations as he moaned into her neck, sending her heart into overdrive. As her own hand slipped down to his butt, Kensi became focused on the slow footsteps echoing toward them in the alley, through the muffled thumping of the dance music.

Right, the job.

'Where's your gun, Kens?' Deeks asked her before sucking her earlobe between his lips.

Damn his talented mouth.

They couldn't risk Deeks taking his gun on this op; he was frisked as soon as he entered the club. The joys of being in L.A.. So she was carrying under that small, revealing skirt, and because her dress was small, she didn't have her gun; she had a loaned .22. A girl's gun.

It took all of her concentration to answer him. They hadn't even got their clothes off and she was ready to explode. 'Right...thigh.' She murmured nipping his neck and hearing him moan also.

His left hand pulled her right leg up, hooking it around her hip with his thigh pushing into her juncture more. She kept it around his ass as his body pulled back slightly, lips still on her neck, sucking deliciously, so he could reach her thigh holster.

Deeks' right hand slid up her inner thigh of that impossibly short dress, reaching for the gun inconspicuously, but he brushed too close to her core. She shook and heat flared through her body, a breathy, needy moan escaping her body. Kensi felt him still – for just a moment – as he discovered the wetness that had soaked her panties. His mouth detached from her neck, pulling back to look her in the eyes. He panted while staring her down, dark aroused eyes boring into her. Kensi watched him lick his lips before he pushed his thumb against her dampness, straight onto her clit. She bucked toward him, moaning, teeth digging into her bottom lip.

Her partner smiled, not cocky that he was making her horny as all hell, but... happy? The hand abandoned her heat, replacing it with his clothed groin, and took hold of her neck. His left hand travelled down the outside of her thigh finding the holster. He pressed his hips into her a little more, when her brain kicked in. All of her insecurities had clouded her ability to think. Deeks rubbed against her, hard and willing. He wanted her, too. That thought alone made her want to rip off their clothes. The consequences be damned.

Why did this have to be a job? Kensi asked herself, whinging at the absolute torture. Why couldn't this be after work for drinks somewhere?

Deeks pressed his groin into hers, making her whimper. He hit her clit with such accuracy she almost begged him to take her now. He smiled before whispering her name reverently and swooped in again. This time his kiss was soft and tender, still passionate and making her body tingle, the one hand on her neck keeping her in place against his mouth (it's not like she'd want to go anywhere), the other on her hooked leg, fingers on her gun, but also caressing her bare skin. Deeks ground his crotch into hers rhythmically and Kensi throbbed everywhere feeling the caged hardness in his jeans.

All she had to do was unzip him and pull her panties to the side, and she would be happy. He could do her against the wall in this disgusting alley, and she honestly wouldn't care, because her ache would build into an amazing orgasm and Deeks would be the one taking her there.

Kensi couldn't stop herself. It was like her hand had a mind of its own. Her left hand found its way between them, hooking in the top of his jeans and sliding to the front near the button. Letting go of his jeans for the moment, it travelled up his stomach, feeling the tight muscles tense as she touched him. He moaned into her mouth and his pelvis bucked into her, sending electricity through her body and moan back to him. Raking her nails gently down his torso, her fingers dipped inside the front of his pants, feeling the heat of him.

Deeks had been tender with his kisses; worshipping her lips with his, but as her hands wandered, he kissed her harder and deeper; she could sense him slowly losing control. He bit her lips gently as her fingers delved deeper. She was so close to feeling his hardness when a hand yanked Deeks away from her. Kensi felt the missing weight of her holster when her leg was replaced on the ground. Silently, she raged at O'Connor for interrupting them, while putting her mask on: the drunk girl.

'Hey! What are you doing?' she slurred angrily – the anger not at all fake – at the very buff man holding Deeks by the scruff of his neck. 'I'm not interested in you, so give me back my dick!'

'Shut up, bitch.' He said, punching Deeks in the gut. 'You shouldn't have come back Brady. I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again.'

'Come on, how was I supposed to know that you worked here?' he panted, holding his stomach.

'Look, I just wanna fuck him and you can have him after.' Kensi said, leaning against the wall, closer to both the men, trying to get in a good position just in case he wanted to kill Deeks before trying to get with her.

'Oooh, this one's a keeper, Patty.' He slapped Deeks' cheek loudly. 'Maybe I should let you have one more hurrah before I kill you, or I could help with that itch, Princess.'

Kensi flared, and she saw Deeks' cocky grin through his obvious pain, both reactions were missed by an oblivious O'Conner, who only had one thing on his mind now. She had a sneaking suspicion Deeks knew he was the only one she let call her that without some form of beating after. She kept her emotions in check and curled her finger to O'Tool seductively. 'Ooh, she picked the better man,' He said before punching Deeks in the jaw sending him sprawling on the floor.

O'Conner grabbed Kensi's waist roughly and sucking on her neck where Deeks had been. She made sure to moan as he latched on to her neck, but anyone who had heard her with Deeks, knew this was the fake moan.

Looking over the jerks shoulder, she saw Deeks shake his head and stand back up a little shakily. He glared at the parasite now on her body and saw the disgust in him that she felt herself. Deeks aimed her gun at his back, just in case. Kensi let the slime ball get caught up for a moment before kneeing him in the groin, hard. He fell to his knees and she punched him in the face.

'O'Conner is taken care of.' Kensi said to her team mates. As Deeks slapped cuffs on the unconscious form.

'Got it, Kens.' Callen said over the walkie. 'Tucker is also in custody. Back to the boat house, guys.'

'You ok?' Deeks asked her seriously.

'Yeah, but I feel gross.' She told him, raking her nails over her arms. 'I need to shower for a week.'

'I didn't think I was that bad.' He joked.

'Not you. That,' Kensi said automatically, but realised that her team plus OSP could hear her. 'Although, you as well.'

Deeks smirked, grabbing her by the neck and kissing her again, soundlessly. It took all of her self control not to moan or give any indication that her partner's mouth was back on hers – or that she liked it.

He pulled away all too quickly for her liking, her lips and body followed his retreating lips before his hands pushed her back from him. Her eyes were still closed and her face was flushed. Opening her eyes, he had his eyebrows raised at her as if to challenge her silently. He knew that she liked what had transpired.

She leant back against the wall. He followed her placing he hands beside her head and leaning into her space a little.

This isn't over, Deeks mouthed to her.

Oh, she was in trouble.

A/N: This was just the foreplay, sexiness in the next chapter :P

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