5A/N: Because what's another multi chapter fic on my plate? Partially M
He dives behind a semi-destroyed brick wall as a shower of bullets rain down on him. "Martin Deeks?"
Shaking his head, thinking that he's hearing things he looks over and is met with the most perfect set of eyes he's ever seen. "Yeah, that's me."
Just then another another shower of bullets soar through the sky, making them crouch down behind the abandoned church wall as much as possible. "I'm first class petty officer Kensi Blye, that's officers Cole and Jimenez. Would you like a ride?"
He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by the sound of another storm of bullets penetrating the wall.
The bullets suddenly stop bringing relief to his shaggy haired ass. As he gathers his bearings he watches as she nods and stands up with a smile on her face. "So how about that ride?"
At the distinct sound of a naval helicopter approaching a grin spreads to his face as he looks up towards her, nodding in confirmation. "That'd be great, thanks."
They step off the helicopter and onto the flight deck, ducking and dodging until they're secured inside the ship. The photojournalist and SEALs step inside finally able to get some semblance of peace.
Marty reaches out his hand to each of the officers showing them most amount of gratitude he can think of. "Thank you guys for saving my ass. I know my wife will be grateful that I won't be coming home in a pine box."
"I'm sure she will be." The brunette nods her head, huffing out a laugh.
He turns to her, a wry smile on his lips as he offers his hand to her just as he did her male counter parts. "And thank you, Officer Blye." He shakes his head in awe of her actions today. "I'm seriously considering naming my first born after you."
The SEAL sends the semi shaggy photojournalist a soft smile, nodding in acceptance. "Let me show you to your berthing room."
The SEALs disperse and Kensi leads Marty towards his berthing room. She takes a few turns, one after another, having to look back each time to make sure he's still behind her.
He's observing everything around him, following the sound of her voice. His eyes go wide at the sight of an officer probably four times his size. He's so distracted that he doesn't see her stop, running straight into the petty officer. "Oh, sorry."
"You might want to pay attention when you're walking around here."
Just as he steps through the doorway Kensi takes a look and makes sure the coast is clear before slipping in behind him. She begins telling him about his living quarters and steps further into the room. As she maneuvers past him to show him the accommodations the sound of the door shutting makes her whip her head around in surprise.
He doesn't give her time to react before he's pushing her up against the lone wall, pressing his lips fervently to hers in an earth shattering kiss. "God I missed you."
She presses her forehead against his, her fingers running through his blonde locks. "I missed you, too. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I am now." His eyes light up like an excited little kid on Christmas morning as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body into his.
"Why would you run off like that?"
"I thought I would have a better chance of the locals talking to me if I were alone."
She tightens her hold on him, trying to rid herself of the thought of her team not getting to him fast enough. "Well you're not allowed to do anything stupid like that again."
"You said that last time." He sits down on the bed, pulling her to stand in front of him, his fingers immediately going to the button of her pants. "I think I should be rewarded for not coming home in a pine box."
"Oh you do, do you?" She slides the regulation SEAL pants down her legs with her panties following suit before her finger are on the button of his pants doing the same thing.
As soon as they're both free, she straddles his hips as his throbbing cock slides inside her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good."
Her answering moan tells him the same. "Mmmm. It's been so long."
"One month, 10 days and 2 hours give or take a few minutes." His lips find her neck, sucking and biting at her sweet spot as their rhythm picks up tempo.
It doesn't take long for them to both come undone stars lighting up their eyes. As they come down from their high he finds the hem of her dry fit shirt, slowly lifting it up and over her head. His lips immediately finding the swell of her breast that's not covered by her sports bra.
She closes her eyes reviling in the feel of his lips on her and his fingers running up and down her sides. Looking back down at him as his lips stop their ministrations, her eyes follow his movements as his fingers find the front zipper of her last remaining article of clothing.
The bra falls loose and she shakes it off her arms, now the only thing separating their bare bodies is his shirt. Her fingers find the hem, repeating the process he just went through with her.
They feel the love run through their veins as their eyes stay locked, saying all that needs to be said without words.
Once he's rid of his shirt, he lays down on the bed, pulling her down with him. His arm finds rest around her naked waist as she curls her self into his side, their arms and legs tangle into one another. "I love you."
Her mismatched chocolate orbs lock with those of cerulean blue, seeing into the depth of his soul as he speaks the words. Laying in his arms right here, right now solidifies her decision. "I think I'm gonna retire after this tour."
"What?" His eyes go wide in shock. She's never mentioned having conflicting thoughts about retiring from the job he knows she so dearly loves.
"I'm gonna retire and come home."
"Baby, are you sure?"
"Yeah, I want us to get a house and start a family."
"You know you don't have to quit for us to do that."
She brings her hand to his scruffier than normal jaw, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his cheek in a soothing motion. "I know but I want to. I grew up with my dad always going off on missions and seeing how it affected my mom. I don't want that for you and our kids. Plus I think it's someone else's turn to do this job."
"Our kids…I like the sound of that." He places a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Okay, so a house, kids…anything else you'd like, First Class Petty Officer Blye?"
"Well first I want my husband to make love to me and then I could go for some of those Twinkies that I know you have stashed for me in that bag of yours."
"Done and done."
"Oh, and we are not naming our first born Kensi."
"But Kensi Jr. has such a nice ring to it."
"Not gonna happen."
"Fine."
She lets out a contented sigh seeing his pout because he's here. They're together and in two weeks this war won't be hers to fight anymore. She smiles knowing it won't be her husband's either, because where she goes he goes. That's how they roll. "I love you, too."
