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Hell Of A Week	By : SpecialFX Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 11599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Hell Of A Week
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: NCIS: Los Angeles
SHIP: Kensi / Deeks
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I am aware of.
SYNOPSES: Kensi and Deeks have had a hell of a week and decide to satisfy some curiosities and help each other decompress.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first NCIS: Los Angeles fic. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. It’s a slow start, but I promise I will get to the “good stuff”.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
"Salute." Kensi Blye said as she lifted her glass and then downed her third tequila and Deeks followed suit. It was Friday night and it had been one of those weeks. They had been shot at thrice, nearly been blown up twice and had to kill two assailants to avert imminent disaster, she had even been abducted, so she intended to decompress hard and fast. They had come to the bar without discussion. She ordered another round of shots and worked on the beer in front of her.
She let her eyes roam around the bar, checking out the patrons. No one caught her attention. No one fit the bill for what she needed and what she really needed to unwind did not come in a bottle. Her eyes eventually settled on her partner who was toying with his beer bottle as they waited for their shots looking very pensive, much the same way he had been on the drive over.
She nudged his arm with her elbow and he turned expressive blue eyes on her. She wouldn't admit it to him, but he was sexy and managed to pull off scruffy-chique like it was nobody's business. His blonde hair was always artfully tussled and made her fingers itch to run a comb through it and his simple jeans and t-shirt showcased his rangy, lean frame and hard swimmers' body.
He played it laid back and all puppy dog charm, but she knew he was smart too and she had come to trust him to always have her back. He also had an ass that just would not quit. She smiled to herself as she let herself speculate for a moment about letting him have her back and front and anything else they could think of in a consenting adult, sweaty kind of way. Kensi shook herself and let her eyes make another hopeful circuit of the bar.
Deeks watched his partner surreptitiously. He was having ‘the bad’ thoughts again. The woman was gorgeous, smart and tough as nails. Her long, dark mane of hair was unbound and framed the defined curves of her face. She had a birthmark in one of her eyes, some people might call it a flaw, but he called it exotic. Her jacket was on the stool next to her, so her tank top and skinny jeans displayed her lush, hard bodied form with her full, high breasts, flat stomach, flared hips and long, shapely legs.
He respected her, but at the same time he really just want to know what she looked like naked, tasted like and sounded like when she climaxed. They flirted occasionally, but it was just a fun way to pass the time. He wouldn't admit it under pain of torture, but he believed she was simply out of his league, yet… It would just be so damn good and especially after the week they'd had.
"Slow in here tonight." She informed him and he shrugged as he took another swig from his beer as his eyes took the same tour around the bar hers had. Her usually infuriatingly over-enthusiastic partner seemed subdued and out of sorts and his mood was starting to spread to her. He hadn't even hit on the bartender who was hot and had not only done the classic boob thrust and lean in when serving him, but had even done the hair flip to indicate that she was more than interested.
"I guess." He responded non-committally. They saluted each other and slammed back the tequilas that had just been delivered. She was getting buzzed fast, but that was the point.
"What's up, Marty?" She enquired as the silence stretched out and they sipped from their beers. He frowned and picked at the label on his beer with his thumb. Serious, introspective Deeks kind of freaked her out a little. His usually juvenile behavior gave her an easy, uncomplicated reason to dismiss him and the spark of sexual attraction that she occasionally felt between them.
"We nearly got dead a whole bunch of times this week. More than usual. Gets a man to thinking." He noted as he turned on his stool and his knees brushed hers. Kensi felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as he leaned ever so slightly forward, just entering her personal space to creating a strangely intimate connection between
"But, we didn't." She countered firmly and he chuckled darkly without a trace of real amusement.
"Yeah, we're still here." He confirmed and she tapped the neck of her beer bottle against his. His eyes gave her a slow intense once over in a way that got her attention. She liked it when men looked at her like that, respectful, yet appraising, speculative and appreciative. She knew he checked her out regularly, it was kind of a nice confidence boost even though she busted his balls for it, but he had never been so blatant about it, nor had she reacted to it the way she was now, with an awakening pulse of arousal.
"There are lots of things we haven’t done, Kensi. Lots of stuff. You ever think about that? You know, wonder about it, things we haven’t done?" He asked quietly, his usual playfulness absent as more of the beer label was shredded under the steady work of his thumbnail, his head tilted in question. She was very aware of the repeated "we" in his statement.
"Regrets? Sure… I have a few." She sort of sang in an attempt to break the heavy mood that was descending around them while trying to off play the fact that she knew what he meant and that she had indeed thought of them in that sense.
"Sinatra. Nice." He commented with a flash of the usual Deeks coming to the fore, but just as quickly fading away. His question remained between them while he tilted his head the other way and his eyes held hers, without being dissuaded. She stalled by taking a slow drink from her beer, concentrating on the journey of the cool, bubbly liquid down her throat and thinking about ordering another tequila.
"You talking about you and me specifically here, Deeks?" She wondered and he nodded, his blue eyes serious and unwavering as they searched hers. She pressed the edge of her teeth into her lower lip for a moment and then slid her tongue nervously over the sensation it left behind as she weighed the consequences and ramifications of letting the conversation go where it was heading.
Her eyes flicked to the exit and then back to his. She had thought about it on a purely physical level and complications aside it had been a while and after the week and months that they'd had, the idea was very appealing. But, could they keep it just a physical thing, just friends having a good time, consenting adults satisfying curiosity and sexual needs?
Marty was working hard at keeping his breathing even and his heart out of his throat while attempting to keep his growing erection from showing in the front of his jeans. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to bring up the subject or to pursue it so directly and relentlessly, but here he was and Kensi seemed to be actually considering it. They hadn't said exactly what they were discussing in so many words, but she knew what he meant, he was sure of that. Sure, several near-death experiences in one week was bound to have an effect, but suddenly it was as if his biggest regret if he did bite the big one would be not having been with her at least once, to know her in that way.
"Are we talking about you and me and sex or you and me and the whole couple, picket fence deal?" She asked, shifting on her stool. His usual response would have been a flippant: "You and me and sex on a picket fence.", but that wasn't what came from his lips.
"Are the two really mutually exclusive?" He answered her question with a query of his own, his body leaning forward ever so slightly, his tone hushed, yet somehow intense and demanding at the same time. She made to take a drink to wet her suddenly dry throat only to find the beer bottle empty, so she swallowed heavily instead. Nervous butterflies in her belly played tag with the tightening that was occurring lower down and higher up in her body.
He wasn't sure why he had answered the way he had, but having more than just a tumble with Kensi, which he really wanted and would be spectacular on its own, was intriguing and appealing. He was complicating things more than they already were, but he needed to put it out there, even if it didn't stand a realistic chance.
"It is tonight." She stipulated after a slight pause, needing to put boundaries on the insanity she was proposing, which was sleeping with Marty Deeks, her partner, although she hadn't come out and said it yet. He nodded thoughtfully and drained his beer.
"I can live with that." He verbalized the intent of his nod and they both stared at each other in silence and then turned to face the bar with shifting noise of the patrons washing over them from behind.
"Did we just agree to have sex?" He asked quietly after he bumped his knee gently against hers and pressed his shoulder into hers.
"I… I believe we just did." She confirmed with a slow considered nod, surprised by the steadiness of her voice considering she was sure her head was about to explode while her body flushed with heat and nervous arousal.
"We getting drunk first?" He asked curiously, his voice soft and hesitant as if he didn't know how to continue or didn't want to shatter the tenuous moment and the decision they had come to.
"Oh, most definitely." She answered and he lifted his hand to get the bartenders attention. Despite her insistent reply Kensi only threw back one more shot before she got to her feet and grabbed her jacket. It had sounded like the perfect excuse for after. Oops, it happened we were drunk, but if she was really going to do this she wanted to remember it, clearly and not through an alcoholic haze. She tilted her head toward the fit and then started walking. Marty looked at her for a moment and then quickly dragged some cash out of his pocket and tossed it onto the bar covering the tab and way over tipping the bartender, but he couldn't care less as he rushed to follow his partner.
He caught up to her, but remained trailing behind, letting her take the lead. He had a feeling that things still balanced on a knife's edge. He was excited by the prospect of what they were about to do, but at the same time he didn't want to pressure her. He wanted to give her the option to call it all off at any time, but didn't know how to tell her that without creating doubts for her and for him too. He followed her to the SUV and stopped as, instead of taking out the keys, she just turned and leaned against the door. Her common sense was weighing in big time as she left the bar and she could feel his presence just behind her.
"You should not sleep with Martin Deeks. It is just all kinds of wrong in the grander scheme of things." She berated herself as the cool air of the bar's parking lot hit her. Her skin prickled with the contrast in temperature and she realized how hot and flushed she was and how much her arousal had progressed. She stifled a groan as her nipples stiffened further and scrapped against the restraining cups of her brassier and the simple act of taking a stride shifted her panties against her swelling and opening folds.
"But, right now, how good would it be?" Her libido treacherously countered and her sex clenched, flexing against itself to wring out a spurt of hot, slippery, anticipatory lubrication in back up. She turned to face him and leaned back against the door of their SUV. The coolness of the melt slowly permeated the denim of her jeans as she stared at him and he stared back with them only inches apart.
"If we're going to do this, I need something from you." She told him, trying to keep to keep the desperation out of her voice.
"Anything you need, Kens." He responded earnestly with the cutest of soft smiles curving the corners of his mouth. Kensi exhaled slowly and fought the need to fidget or simply run.
"I need to know that this isn't going to be totally weird. I need you to kiss me." She explained, her voice sounding small brittle and needy to her ears. She overcame the urge to clear her throat and repeat herself. Deeks told himself to stay cool. That he had this. He'd only replayed the scene in his head a hundred different times. His dick throbbed against the confines of his boxers and jeans as he focused on her full, ripe lips.
"I can do that." He confirmed softly and took the half step that had him invading her personal space. He rested one hand on the edge of the SUV's roof next to her head and let the other glide lightly along her check until his fingers wormed into her hair. The tip of her tongue made a nervous swipe of her lower lip as his breath heated and tickled it while with a tilted head he and thoughtfully narrowed eyes he searched her face speculatively. She could feel heat pulsing off him and her skin tingled in response.
The moment stretch, the anticipation building as his fingers flexed and his palm gently caressed her cheek and then he moved. His head dipped and he came in low, titling up as his lips captured hers. He started off soft and slow, pressing and sucking to explore her lips. She froze at the contact, blinking rapidly and then his gentle, insistent and inviting warmth all but melted her. She relaxed against the vehicle behind her and opened her mouth to him as he brought his teeth into light, nipping play followed by his tongue.
She widened her stance to invite him between her legs and moaned as her head tilted to cement their kiss as his tongue fenced and then wrestled with hers and she felt the vitality of his manhood as his body pressed against hers. His other hand found and cradled the back of her head, his fingers worming into her hair to massage her scalp as they endeavored to devourer each other. Her hand clutched at his shoulder and the small of his back, just short of grabbing his ass as heat flare across her skin making her clothes instantly uncomfortable and a thrumming buzz of need took up residence in her flooding centre. Their bodies moved in slow, sinuous counter sync finding a bump and grind rhythm that had them more or less dry humping.
They kissed with wet, muffled sounds of enjoyment and appreciation until breathing became an issue and then just a little longer. He broke the kiss with a light nip to her kiss-swollen lower lip and she flicked her tongue across his before he was out of range and looking at her expectantly. His smile was just way too cocky, but she had to admit he was one hell of a kisser and it had not been weird in the least. That, didn't mean she couldn't let him sweat a little bit even if her panties were now sodden and her body was screaming for the sexual satisfaction she knew he would provide, as long as it was only for a little bit.
Marty felt like he would burst. His throbbing dick ached and strained against the denim of his jeans as if trying to reach her although he still remained in light contact from her. His muscles were tight with the need to do more, his skin pulsed with heat to the heavy beat of his heart as it thudded in his chest as the moment stretched and stretched and stretched although it could barely have been minutes. Her feel, warm and soft as well as her taste lingered on his lips and tongue, beer, tequila, cherry lip balm and something uniquely Kensi that made the rest more exotic.
He forced himself to smile with confidence, not sure what he was going to do if she called it all off. Wanting her was a given, she was a beautiful, desirable woman, but as long as it was in the abstract, it was a fantasy. Now, with the actual possibility looming, want had come close to being need. He would let her go, wave her off into the night with some quip if that was what she wanted. He was sure he could do that, but after that, he would either have to get blind drunk to pass out or go out and find some second rate substitute to fuck and forget, or maybe both.
His breath tickled her lips a pale echo to the heat and pressure of his kiss and the stiff points of her nipples, straining against the cups of her brassier, brushed against his chest when she inhaled while she held his eyes. She could see his need and desire in their cool, blue depths, but also his respect and understanding. She could just feel the ridge tenting the front of his jeans and against her stomach and had to force her hips not to push forward to increase the contact as she attempted to play out the charade. Kensi lowered her head and her eyelids so that she was looking at him through her dark eyelashes before she coyly let her teeth worry at the corner of her lower lip.
"Okay, that works for me. Your place or mine?" She asked softly, yet with complete certainty as she raised her head and once again looked him dead in the eye with a smile of her own.
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