2A/N: Because my mind is filth. (Post 11x06)
They're standing around in the card room, waiting while Sam and Callen continue to question Andy. Looking around the room, Deeks sees that most everyone, LAPD officers included are gathering up evidence. "Oh, I'm not feeling so well."
Frankie and Vinny cringe at the site of the Detective dry heaving.
Kensi's eyes grow concern at the awful sound coming from her husband. I told him not to eat that week old uni burger. "Baby, are you o-"
Before she can finish her sentence he's running off towards the bathroom. She runs after him, bobbing and weaving through the long hallway. Once she steps inside the room the door unexpectedly shuts.
Her brow furrows when she sees the smile on his face and the darkening in his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"How else was I suppose to get you alone?"
"Alone for what exactly?"
Before she knows it, he slides up to her, pressing her against the door, attacking her neck with his lips.
"Mmmm. Ba-baby, we can't."
He doesn't let her words deter him. Trailing his fingers up her thigh left exposed by the slit in her dress, Deeks grabs his wife's leg and pulls it up to wrap around his waist, bringing his hardening member closer to her wet heat. "Oh, but I think we can."
"More."
Faster than she can get the word out to urge him on, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks, moving her lace panties aside and slides inside her.
Tilting her head back against the door, the agent lets out a breathy sigh trying not to scream out his name as he drives into her harder and harder, all the while his lips kiss every inch of her neck.
"God, baby, you're so tight."
"Mmmmm. I'd have you inside me all day if I could."
Pulling back from his ministrations, he wiggles his eyebrows at his love, whose eyes are growing darker and darker by the minute. "Ooooh, that's a bloody brilliant plan." He vehemently thrusts deeper into her, latching his lips onto hers.
She rolls her eyes at the ridiculous British accent that her husband is so adamant on using during this case. "Okay, Jack Poppins, less talky more fucky."
"Did you just say fucky?"
"What did I just say?"
"Okay, but we're putting that on the back burner and will be discussing it tonight."
Kensi huffs an annoyed sigh, deciding to take matters into her own hands, she wraps her arms around him and grabs his ass. The moan she receive when she pulls him closer towards her, drives him deeper inside her makes her lips curl into smirk.
"Kens."
"Cum for me, baby."
At her words, he does, dragging her with him into a starry filled oblivion. Once they catch their breaths, he pulls out of her, molding their lips together as they acrobatically readjust themselves.
"Do you think we should maybe stop having sex at every undercover op location?"
His swollen lips curl into a smile, playfulness shining so brightly in his eyes. Lowering his hands that are wrapped around her waist, he grabs her ass, giving it a squeeze. "That would be a terrible idea."
Kensi's eyes grow dark again as their bodies press against one another, their lips just a breath apart. Mismatched pools of chocolate lock with deep cerulean blues, urging the other to make the first move.
Their lips barely ghost over one another before there's a knock at the door, pulling them out of their trance.
"Hey, we're headed back to the boat shed. Kensi, if you need to drop Deeks off at home, do so and then meet us there."
"Okay, Sam. See you there."
As they hear the footfalls of their colleague grow quieter and quieter, a seductive smile filled with desire ghost over both of their lips.
