11Inspired by grandpa's story in Passport to Paris
September 4, 1945 - Paris, France
He turns the corner and immediately comes into contact with something rather someone. "I'm sorry-" Whatever he was about to say dies at his lips when he turns to apologize and is met with the most gorgeous pair of mismated eyes that he's ever seen. "I'm sorry, ma'am"
"In a bit of a hurry, are we?" She readjust her olive service uniform that matches right along with his. Turning her attention from her unharmed attire, Kensi looks up and is met with the most mesmerizingly perfect blue eyes.
"Sor-sorry."
She sees the turmoil in his eyes that's carefully hidden underneath his jovial veneer. Eyes that have been on the frontlines of the battle field, that have seen unimaginable carnage on the battle field day after day, she knows because she sees the aftermath of what happens out there. "It's okay."
The clean cut blonde offers his hand to her, doing his best not to make an idiot out of himself. "I'm Marty Deeks. Most of the guys call me Deeks or Marty-Mar. My first name's really Martin but you probably already got that from the Marty thing. I don't really like it but my mama gave it to me and well-" He stops at the sight of her trying to bite back a smile.
"You sure do like to babble."
"I may have been told that a time or two."
She lets out a laugh. Not one of those fake laughs but a real genuine laugh. He decides right then and there that he has to know her. He has to know everything about this beautiful yet mysterious woman.
Kensi takes his offered hand and tries to ignore the electricity that surges through her body at his touch. "Kensi Blye."
"So, Kensi, have you ever had ice cream as you walk across Pont d'léna?"
"I have actually."
"Oh."
"Once you take me."
He nods his head and smiles in understanding. A smile that just about turns her legs into jelly. Dear lord is she in trouble. "Awesome."
A blush rises to her cheeks as he offers her his arm. She threads her hand through and rests it on his very muscular bicep without a second thought, which is very unlike her. The brunette sends up a silent thank you to whoever made her miss her bus to the airport this morning because something tells her what's happening right now is a beautiful product of a horrible situation.
He slowly opens his eyes as the morning light streams in. His hand immediately reaches out to the spot next to him but is met with empty sheets. Marty's eyes scan the Parisian hotel room knowing she's not far. The first thing his baby blues land on is her form, turns out he doesn't have to do much scanning after all. There she is, standing out on the balcony looking out across at the Eiffel Tower taking his breath away like she has been ever since they met four days ago. "Hey, you. Why aren't you next to me?"
She turns around a soft smile on her face at the sound of his voice and the adorable pout of his lips. "How can you afford this?"
"I may know a few people."
Marty sits up, resting against the headboard as his eyes darken watching her walk back into the room and towards him letting the bed sheet that she was using to cover her bare form fall to the ground.
"Okay, I may have rescued the owner's son out in the field."
She finds her place back next to him in bed and props herself up on her arms, dragging one of her fingers across his bare chest in a soothing motion. "So what made you enlist?"
"Mainly to get out from under my dad's thumb and I wanted to do my part. But-"
"But what?"
"I think there's definitely a bigger reason now."
"What's that?"
"I was suppose to enlist so that I could find you." He feels her body stiffen and the motion of her finger on his bare skin stop. Realizing his words might be too much too soon for her he quickly switches tactics. "What about you, miss trauma nurse? What made you enlist? Wait do nurses enlist?"
She sees what he's doing. He thinks he over stepped because of her immediate reaction. Truth is she was shocked at his confession for like a second before his words went right to her heart, sending a unknown warmth through her body. "Kinda. Ours is more of an applying type of situation."
"Well whatever it was, I'm glad you did it."
"Me too." Kensi leans forward connecting their lips in what starts out a soft kiss but quickly turns to want and desire.
He pulls the covers back and she immediately straddles his thighs, brining her heat that much closer to joining his stiffing member. His arms go around her waist as he pulls her closer into his body.
Feeling his eyes on her she look down and is met with an all too familiar look in his eyes, one she has yet to define. That is until she hears the next set of words leave his lips. "I love you, Kensi."
She's about to open her mouth to respond but before she can his lips find home on her olive toned breast. Her head tilts back as he begins to suck and nip at her nipple sending her into a state of ecstasy.
His mouth continues its onslaught of kisses and bites to her flesh earning him a set of delicious moans coming from the beautiful woman that he's quickly fallen for.
"I love you."
He's not even sure he hears correctly but once he pulls back from his ministrations to her breast and sees the unwavering look of love shining in her eyes he knows that's exactly what she said.
She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his running her tongue across his bottom lip asking for entrance. Tongues begin to duel and he quickly flips them hovering above her as they show each other exactly how much they mean those words.
She stares at their intertwined fingers as they take their seats on the small boat. Her mind flashes to the man that's sitting right next to her and the past 10 days that they've spend together. The kisses they've shared, the love that they made and the talks that lasted all night are the things that will be in her heart forever. What she'll hold onto forever.
They both knew that it was inevitable - their separation. Tonight's their last night here, their last night together. Tomorrow she'll head back to North Carolina and he back to California. It took a war to bring them together and it'll be a different kinda war once they say goodbye.
He's making tonight special not that every night since they've met hasn't been special but this is it- the finale. His eyes look around that the scenery of Paris at dusk. He feels her squeeze his hand, drawing his attention away from the calculation going on in his head.
Kensi watches his brow furrow as if he's trying to calculate something in his head. She's seen it once or twice before and is already cataloged in her head. That's one of the things she loves most about him, his facial expressions. He's very theatrical. She's never met anyone quite like him and she probably never will again. She squeezes his hand reassuring herself that he's still with her right now in this moment.
Marty turns to looks at her and immediately sees the sadness in her eyes. She tries to hide it with a smile but he knows her and knows the inevitability that's running around in that beautiful mind of hers. It's been running around in his mind too.
She relaxes into his side as he wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders. This is where she feels most safe. In her 25 years this is the safest that she's ever felt - in his arms. "I love you."
He presses a kiss to the top of her head, sighing in contentment at the feel of her body snuggled into his and her arms wrapped around his waist. "I love you, too."
They sit in the comfortable silence as the boat moves down the Seine River.
It's about 10 minutes and they're slowly passing the Eiffel Tower when he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small envelope.
She lets her arms fall from around his waist and watches as he opens it and turns it onto it's side until something slides out onto his palm.
The blonde solider looks up from his hand and towards the brunette nurse trying to gage her reaction and the only word that comes to mind is shock. She finally looks up at him, tears now glistening in her mismatched chocolate orbs.
"I know this is crazy and we've only known each other for a week but it's been the best week of my life. The moment I looked into your eyes you had my heart, Kensi. You are so special and beautiful and amazing and badass. I love you. It's been a week and I'm already so deeply in love with you that this is the only thing that makes sense. Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?"
She can't speak. A time when she needs to speak most she's at a loss for words. This is furthest thing from what she expected to happen tonight.
He knows this is a big step….a gigantic step, but it feels right. As he sits and waits for her answer he takes in the emotions that cross her face. From shock to confusion to elation to tears. Wait, tears? "Sweetheart, why are you crying?"
"I thought you were saying goodbye." She gives him a sad smile at just the thought and leans into his touch as he wipes the tears from her cheek.
"Saying goodbye? That would mean that I won't see you for awhile or ever again and I'm never leaving you, not if I can help it."
Once she's finally able to process what he's asking a contagious laugh escapes her mouth and she nods profusely. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes!"
He jumps up in excitement but is quickly reprimanded by a boat crew member.
She laughs at the grimace that crosses his face as he quickly sits back down and places the simple gold band with a small solitaire diamond on her finger. Bringing her hand towards his face, she cups his jaw and rubs her thumb back and forth across his cheek in a soothing motion. She leans forward and connects her lips with her fiancé's. Her fiancé.
When air becomes scarce they pull back and she leans back into his embrace as his arm finds its place around her shoulders once again. "So where do you wanna live? North Carolina or California?"
She reaches for his hand, intertwining their perfectly interlocking fingers. "Well I've never been to Los Angeles before."
A/N: And as always...thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it!
