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Retribution	By : ambrosiarush Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 13277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Deeks didn’t have a hard time finding Delaney, it was early in the morning and only a few cars were in the parking lot, the most dedicated of surfers on the waves. Delaney had rented herself a sporty red convertible and was leaning against the hood of it in a bright yellow bikini. She turned when he pulled up beside her. “Good morning Marty.”

“Morning Laney,” he responded sleepily. He hadn’t got much sleep the night before, and the prospect of going surfing didn’t hold it’s usual allure. She leaned into the car and brought out two coffee’s and handed him one. “Thanks, I need it.”

“Want to talk about it?” she asked as he took as sip.

“Not right now,” he replied before taking a good gulp of the quickly cooling drink.

They quickly finished their coffee’s. Delaney pulled up her hair into a high pony tail and he handed her the wetsuit she left at his place. While she got her wetsuit on he took down two surfboards from the rack and put them in the sand.

They sat in the sand waxing their boards, looking out to the waves, or at each other every once in a while as they prepared for the surf. Finally he sighed. “It’s Kensi.” Delaney smiled but said nothing. “She runs hot and cold. I pull, she pushes. I open up, she closes down.” He set down the wax and pushed aside his board. “I... I loose sleep over her,” he admitted.

“So have you guys ever done it?” Delaney asked tactlessly.

He looked over at her, and knew such bluntness came from her formative years spent hanging out with Ray, Evan, her brother, and himself. She had a rather ‘male’ way of looking at relationships, but she also clearly seen the ‘female’ way as well, she could play either depending on what she wanted out of a relationship, or if she was giving advice.

He dug his toes into the sand. “Yeah.”

“Did you tell her how you feel about her?” He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Please,” Delaney said narrowing her green eyes at him. “You love her, I’m not blind, I’ve seen you two together.”

He looked out to the waves and sighed. “Yeah, I told her.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And what did she say?” Delaney prodded impatiently as she gave up on waxing her board as well.

“Nothing. She said nothing.”

Delaney sighed. “She seems to have her walls up pretty high.”

“And they’re fortified too,” Deeks muttered.

Delaney sighed and she too stared out at the waves. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Thanks, like I didn’t know that already,” Deeks muttered bitterly.

She leaned over bumping him with her shoulder before sitting back upright. “Give her time,” Delaney responded. “She seems like she’s been hurt before, but... I think she’ll be worth the wait.”

He looked over at her. “We’ve been partners for two and a half years, how much time am I suppose to give her?”

“You really love her, Marty?” Delaney asked her wide eyes beseeching him.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

“Then you give her whatever time she needs,” Delaney responded honestly. “If you really love her, it’s not fair to anyone if you start trying to see someone else. Not fair to her, not fair to the poor woman you pick up and it wouldn’t be fair to you because you’d be lying to yourself. I see the way you look at Kensi... she’s your one and only, your soul mate.”

“Gosh, I forgot how you romanticize things,” Deeks said shooting her a playful smile.

“Martin,” she said gaining his undivided attention. “I see the way she looks at you, like you hung the moon and the stars just for her. Give her time. She’ll come around as long as you’re still there when she takes down the last brick.”

He smiled at her and for a few minutes they sat peacefully in the sand staring out at the ocean. “How are you doing, Laney?” He asked her. “With... Evan’s death?”

“It hurts,” she whispered. “But he’s gone and there is nothing I can do about that. I’m still here, I’ll grieve, I’ll move on.” She looked over at him, and he found honesty in her eyes. Delaney had lost before, both of her parents were gone, and like before she knew that it would hurt, but she would heal, she would find a way to move forward.

They were quiet for a while longer and Deeks leaned back, his elbows keeping himself half propped up. “So,” he said playfully. “That one night stand help?” He asked trying to elicit a blush from her.

“Oh yeah,” she responded. “He was incredible in bed.”

“Oh God!” he made a face as his plan backfired.

“The things he could do with his tongue-“ he gave her a one handed push to shut her up and she laughed. “Come on, lets surf!”

::

Sam was drenched, Michelle laughed. “Did any water stay in the tub?” she asked as he came into their bedroom, his work clothing soaked.

“You tell her not to splash, she splashes more,” Sam replied shaking his head.

“I’ll get her dressed,” Michelle said before she bit down on her bottom lip. She walked over and pressed her lips against his, she bit on his lower lip before kissing it again to soothe, she drew away. “Too bad men don’t really do wet t-shirt contests,” she looked him over and smirked before she walked away, his eyes following her out the door. Well, at least there was one benefit of his daughter splashing in the bath.

He wasn’t sure how Zoe’s splashing got him so wet, but he went to the closet and picked out a new outfit and quickly changed realizing he was running behind. Dressed in a maroon long sleeved shirt, and a pair of jeans he looked around for his keys. He checked the peg by the door, but they weren’t hanging there, he checked his pants in the hamper from the previous day, no dice. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath as he came into the kitchen.

“What are you lookin’ for, Dad?” Zachary asked as he set his spoon into the empty bowl having finished eating his oatmeal.

“My keys,” Sam replied. “Have you seen them?”

“Um...” Zachary placed his finger to his chin as he thought. He left the kitchen and went into the living room. He returned a moment later with the keys in his palm. “They were on the table.”

“Thanks,” Sam responded kissing his son’s head. “I got to run.”

“Bye Dad,” Zachary responded.

“Daddy,” Zoe ran out of her room and tackled into his leg. “All dressed!” She announced twirling around in her blue leggings and the bright orange dress she had insisted upon Michelle buying. “You going to work?”

“Yeah,” he bent down to adjust the sleeve on the dress and then kissed her cheek. “Be good for your mom,” he said pointedly.

“I will,” she promised. “See you later alligator!”

“In a while crocodile,” he ruffled her hair.

Michelle followed him to the door and waited as he put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket from the peg. “Be safe out there,” she whispered, worry in her brown eyes.

“Always,” he replied kissing her softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam.”

::

Eric and Bethany stood side by side in her kitchen fighting for elbow space as they both tried to make breakfast. “You need a bigger kitchen,” Eric teased as pushed around bacon on the frying pan.

“You need a bigger kitchen,” she replied lowering her voice mocking him.

He bumped her playfully with his shoulder.

She bumped him back with her hip, pushing him out of the way so she could poke at the eggs.

He looked over at the flowers, the large bouquet that he had purchased for her. She had said she didn’t want anything, and he knew she wouldn’t have minded in the least if he had shown up empty handed, she wasn’t one of those women that would have held it over his head. He had gotten it because it would make her smile, he did it because he wanted to be the one to make her happy.

“I have a bigger kitchen than you,” he stated.

She stuck out her tongue at him in response.

“Actually, my entire apartment is bigger than yours, like at least two times bigger.”

She swatted his hand playfully with the spatula. “Okay bragasaurus! I get it. My apartment is small.”

“I wasn’t trying to brag,” Eric defended as he shyly avoided eye contact. “I was trying to make a point.”

“What point? That your place is crazy big?”

“That... there is enough room there for more than one person... like... maybe enough room for two people,” he looked over nervously to gage her reaction.

She was practically beaming. “What are you saying, Eric?” she asked in an excited tone that made him believe that she knew exactly what he was talking about, and her excitement made it easier to just say it.

“Beth, I was thinking maybe, since you know we both end up at one place or another anyways,” he fumbled clumsily over his words in his nervousness, he pushed up his glasses and looked at her. “Maybe you’d like to move in with me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She bit her lip. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The fact that their conversation boiled down to one word had them both smiling, Bethany giggled and pressed her lips against his before turning off both burners and nodding her head toward the bedroom with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah?” he asked unable to help himself.

She bit her lip wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed the length of her body against him. “Oh yeah,” she replied.

::

Nell found a note on the fridge when she walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

Gone in early

Love you

-G

She sighed, she should have known that the second it became an acceptable ‘work hour’ at the office that he’d be going in. She knew the case had him twisted into knots. She didn’t like it either, the parallels between her and Gail Turner were unsettling.

Being intelligence analysts, they were the type of person that terrorists wanted to get their hands on. First off they were ‘easy targets’ though Nell carried and was proficient with a gun, she wasn’t an agent. She recalled the one and only time she’d used her weapon in self defence, some nights it still gave her nightmares. Second of all, agents knew how to handle interrogations, analysts weren’t trained for it, long enough sitting captive and they usually started to talk, and if not torture usually got them to open their mouths. Third, the information analysts knew have the potential to cause all kinds of harm, it all depended on what that particular terrorist wanted.

She grabbed a bagel, but found that the toaster was in bits on the table. She sighed and put the bagel back, she’d have to pick up breakfast on the way to work.

::

Kensi came into work early with the intention of taking out some of her frustrations on the heavy bag, sure she could use the one at home, but considering the heat of her back porch already that morning she figured the nice temperature controlled gym would be the better bet.

Callen was already at his desk, she studied him and noted the tension in his body, the way his eyes quickly went over the information and the way they flicked to his phone every few seconds. She checked her watch, but even Nell wasn’t usually in for another half hour. She walked over to him and tapped his desk. “Hey Callen.”

“Kens,” he muttered in acknowledgement.

“You’re in early,” she said slowly.

“Yeah,” he responded quickly moving to shift through files on his desk.

“Everything okay?”

He paused and looked up at her, finding the worry in her eyes he sighed. “Yeah, sorry Kens.”

She nodded twice. “It’s the case, isn’t it?” He shrugged and went back to digging through the files. “Hitting a little close to home?”

He froze, and then reanimated pulling the file from the stack. “I guess,” he admitted.

“Want to talk about it?” she offered.

“Nope,” he responded right before his phone rang. He quickly set aside the file nearly dropping it on the floor as he reached for the phone and quickly put it to his ear. “This is Callen.” Kensi waited as he listened, nodded his head, and sighed. “Okay. Thanks.” He put the phone back in the receiver and stared at it, emotions slipping from his face, he was stone.

“Callen?” Kensi whispered. “Who called.”

“Lab,” he responded shortly. “The blood is Gail Turner’s.”

She swallowed hard. “Maybe she...” she trailed off, they all seen the crime scene, they all knew that no one could loose that much blood and survive.

“She’s dead,” Callen said standing and walking past her with an air of fury he headed off toward the gym.

Knowing he would spend the morning beating the hell out of the heavy bag, she went to her desk and flopped down in her seat letting out a long sigh.

“I take it Mr Callen just go some bad news,” Hetty said to her left making Kensi jump.

“Um... Lab called back. The DNA check on the blood on scene is Gail Turner’s.”

Hetty nodded sadly. “He is afraid she’s passed.”

“She’s dead Hetty,” Kensi said weakly. “We all know it. He knows it.”

Hetty nodded once more. “This has been a hard week. For everyone. How is Mr Deeks doing?”

Kensi was quiet for a moment considering how to respond. “He’s dealing with it.”

“That is good to hear. His particular brand of humour has been missed.”

“Hetty,” Kensi whispered softly. “The envelope...”

“Was not nothing?” Hetty raised a knowing eyebrow.

Kensi shook her head. “A printed off article.” She looked around not wanting anyone to hear what she was about to discuss with the Operations Manager. “It was about... Gordon John Brandel,” she said narrowing her eyes knowing that Hetty knew just who she was talking about, and that man’s relationship to Deeks.

Hetty’s mouth made an ‘o’ and her eyebrows raised just slightly. “Bugger,” she whispered putting back on her mask of professionalism.

“Yeah,” Kensi replied. “It tore him up pretty bad... and then he just... put it behind him.”

“He has been fighting his entire life to put his father in his past.”

“And someone’s bringing it back up... Hetty,” Kensi said worriedly. “What if it’s only the beginning? Why send something like that? And why would you only send something like that? It feels like the opening move of some kind of sick game.”

“I agree, Miss Blye.” Hetty responded her eyes darting to where Sam was coming in. “Keep an eye on your partner and keep me informed.” Kensi nodded quickly before Hetty walked around her desk. “Mr Hanna! You owe me your expense reports for the-“

“Smith and Genner case,” they said at the same time.

“I know,” Sam continued. “I’ll have it on your desk by nine.”

Hetty nodded and gave him the ‘warning’ eye. “You better, Mr Hanna.” And with that she left.

Sam shook his head and set down his go-bag. “Morning Kensi... you’re in early.”

She picked up a file and held it up for show. “Got a little behind.”

He shrugged looking at his inbox. “You aren’t the only one.”

::

The team worked throughout the day, but they had no new information to follow, no one to question, no suspect to interrogate. As much as no one wanted to admit it, Gail Turner’s case had gone ice cold.

Nell came down to the bullpen at the end of the day to see Callen was missing from his desk. She adjusted her shoulder bag and sighed as she looked over at Sam. “He in the gym?”

Sam frowned and nodded. “He’s been in a mood all day, the case is really getting to him.”

“I know,” Nell whispered before turning in her little boots.

She walked with purpose to the gym. She pushed open the doors and had a look around. Cooper was laying back on the weight bench, bench pressing at her quick tally of the weights on either end of the bar to be about two hundred pounds. Agents Nassir and Faraday were playing some one-on-one basketball. She found the heavy bag was vacant and her eyes trailed over the busy gym till she found Callen sparing with Renko.

Watching from a distance she realized they were well paired off. Renko had Callen a bit in height, and that gave him a bit in reach as well. Callen though had Renko in agility and quickly dodged all three of the quick succession blows Renko sought to deliver.

Callen switched to the attack, Renko dodged once, blocked the second and took the third to the gut but blocked the follow up knee. Renko switched his footing, and with both arms gave a vicious shove knocking Callen back three steps and giving him the space to regroup.

Nell had watched agents spar before. There was always a professionalism to it. Everyone pulled their punches back, less speed, less force, no dirty play. She had seen Callen and Sam spar, between segments they’d laugh, taunt, or tease. She’d seen Kensi and Deeks spar, and while Kensi often sought to come in on top she never turned up her aggression to take her partner down, and Deeks usually made some kind of borderline sexual remark when he had her pinned, on occasion, if she was having a bad day he’d get her pinned only so he could tickle her. She’d even seen Renko spar before just once with Cooper, and despite Cooper having height, reach and weight on his side, Renko had taken him down quickly with out dirty tactics or hard blows.

So the constantly escalating violence didn’t make sense. Callen and Renko were friends. Both were laid-back kind of men. Callen’s right fist connected with Renko’s face with such force the man staggered back.

Nell sucked in a breath, it looked like it hit his cheek bone or perhaps a little higher, in any case she was certain he’d be sporting a black eye.

Renko cursed, both his hands shaking out at his sides before clenching once more into fists and both arms back up he was still in the fight.

“My God,” she whispered wanting to step in to break it up.

Renko raised his right and Callen moved to deflect but Renko threw a left instead, right to the kidneys, the right followed hitting Callen in the lower jaw knocking him backwards. Standing with a bit of room between them, both panting.

Nell took the moment to step onto the mat and stand with her arms out toward each of them. “That is enough!” she said sharply.

“Is it G?” Renko asked one hand on his hip, the other gingerly touching his cheek bone that was already turning purple.

Callen had one hand on his knee, and hunched over he had his other arm over his stomach. He stood up to full height. “Yeah, I think so.”

Renko nodded, stayed standing for a second and then sat down quickly. “Good.”

“What the hell was all that?” Nell asked furiously. “You two were beating the fluffing out of each other.”

“Fluffing,” Renko repeated with a goofy smile.

“It’s fine Nell,” Callen insisted. “Right Mike?”

“It’s fine Nell,” Renko repeated with a nod.

“It. Is. Not. Fine.” Nell said her hands on her hips.

Renko got back up to his feet and put his hands on Nell’s shoulders. “It’s fine Nell, sometimes, you just got to beat the ever loving crap out of someone that won’t later press charges,” he punctuated it with his roguish grin and left her to give Callen a shove. “Need an ice pack, old man?”

“Ha ha,” Callen replied dryly, but a little smile formed on his face. “Sorry about the black eye.”

Renko dismissed Callen’s apology with a wave of his hand. “This shade of purple happens to look wonderful on me.” Callen actually laughed and Renko smiled. “Now, I’m going to find Kimi so she’ll throw a big fuss and spoil me.” Callen shook his head as he watched Renko grab his bag and head out the door.

Nell looked at where the door shut in disbelief. “It must be a man thing,” she whispered in confusion. Callen’s arms came around her and she wiggled in the grasp. “You’re all sweaty!”

She tried to get out but he wouldn’t release her.

“I love you,” he said before loosening his grip.

She froze despite the fact that now she could move. She turned and stared at him. “I love you too... G... what is this about?”

“Let me teach you something,” he said rocking back on his heels.

“Um... okay,” she was always seeking new knowledge.

“You should change into your running gear,” he said looking over her blue and purple striped dress and bright green stockings, with little heels. “From what Kensi tells me fighting in dresses and heels is harder than she makes it look.”

“Fighting? You want to teach me how to fight?”

Callen sighed. “I want to teach you basic self defence... I want you safe and... I’m not with you all the time.”

She knew where this was stemming from. Gail Turner. Maybe if Gail Turner had known self defence... Nell sighed. To ease Callen’s mind, and maybe a little to ease her own, she nodded. “Give me ten to grab my bag and get dressed,” she said walking a few steps before she turned back to him. “Don’t pick another fight while I’m gone.”

“I promise,” Callen responded.

::

Kensi bit on her bottom lip, this was crazy, right? Totally insane? And butterflies? Who associated this feeling with butterflies? It felt more like spiders were crawling on her insides. She shuddered. She hated spiders.

It wasn’t crazy though. It was normal. People did this all the time. Hell, they did this all the time. This time... this time it was different.

This time Deeks wasn’t coming to her.

This time she was going to Deeks.

And maybe that scared her a little. It left room for rejection. She stared at his half of the duplex she wanted to get out of the vehicle but nerves had her. “This is ridiculous,” she scolded herself. Everyday she put herself in harms way for her job, she did things that other people would be terrified to do. Everyday. So why was it so hard for her to go and visit her partner after work? Her feelings were getting in the way, they were clouding her brain.

Like ripping the bandaid off, she quickly pushed open the door, reached over to the passengers seat and grabbed the bag of fast food and the six pack of beer. She stepped down from her SRX and swung her hip hitting the door closed.

Her heart seemed to be hammering in her head, the closer she got to the door, the louder and faster it seemed to get. She walked up the stairs, the crossed the deck in three strides and put the six pack under her arm carrying the fast food so she could knock on the door.

Seconds ticked by with Monty barking excitedly at the door and her heart worriedly beating in her chest. Deeks opened the door still in the clothing he’d worn to work. “Kensi,” he sounded surprised.

She grabbed the food and held it up with the beer. “Dinner?” was it just by her ears, or did he hear the pitch in her voice too?

He took a step back and let her in. He took the beer and food from her so she could get her shoes off. She pet Monty and he licked her arm a few times before running off to the chew he’d been working his way through before she’d come.

“How...how are you doing?” Kensi asked.

“Uh... good,” Deeks responded. “Not much has changed in the...” he checked his watch. “Two hours since you last saw me.”

Kensi nodded and joined him on the couch. She selected on of the beer bottles, twisted off the cap and took a swig. “I got you that turkey burger you like so much. Extra lettuce.”

He smiled. “It’s like-“

“A free side salad on a bun,” she said with him.

She smiled. “I know.” And because she couldn’t help but rib him she continued. “Health freak.”

“Yeah, well with your double bacon cheeseburger, you’ll have clogged arteries by thirty five,” he responded passing the burger to her.

“My body is fit as a fiddle,” she responded taking it, her fingers skimming against his as she did so.

“No argument there,” he responded lowly, his eyes grazing over her. That gaze didn’t cause the nervous spidery feeling in her, oh no- it inspired molten lava to run through her leaving her hot and dazed.

The two of them sat back on the couch, ate their burgers and fries in silence that was only broken when one of Deeks’s fries dripped ketchup on his shirt. “Aw crap,” he said putting his burger and fry container down on the table and quickly getting up to strip it off.

Fate was either really kind, or really cruel- Kensi couldn’t be certain as her eyes grazed over his toned, tanned body.

“Like something you see there partner,” Deeks teased catching her staring.

Think fast! But there was nothing, no smart remark, not instant rebuttal, not even a denial left her lips. Swallowing hard, she blamed the sleepless night she’d spent obsessing over her partner, their ‘thing’ their ‘relationship’ that went back to that awkward limbo they were currently stuck in, because of her.

When you make a mistake, you acknowledge, accept and fix it. It was how she was raised. The truth shall set you free. “I love you,” she blurted and then blushed. For the first time since she had met him, it seemed she had made the talkative detective speechless, which was okay she needed a minute. “It scares the crap out of me, Marty, but I do. I love you.”

He stared at her, the ketchup setting and becoming a stain in his shirt was forgotten as it dropped to the floor, slipping from his fingertips.

“Love,” he repeated. “Like, love me like... a partner, or like a friend, or like... a brother,” he made a face.

To hell with it, she thought tossing her burger on the table. She always had been better speaking through actions than with words.

She stood and before he could even register the movement her body was against his, the buttons on her shirt cool against his bare chest. Her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressing against his.

He didn’t hesitate and immediately his lips moved against hers, his hand wound in her ponytail, lust punching through him. He nipped her bottom lip and he felt her tremble against him, he groaned deep in his throat.

Her fingers splayed out over his chest, her tongue darted out to test, to tease and his met hers eagerly. She twirled her fingers in his soft hair relishing the feel of him. Something was different this time. She’d slept with her partner before, but this kiss, this moment, this was different. This time she’d opened herself to him, this time she’d allowed herself to be vulnerable, this time she had admitted to herself and to him just what he meant to her. They were back on even ground, both now knowing where they stood with the other.

It wasn’t just lust that coursed through her, it was warmth, it was spine-tingling, mind-numbing bliss of being in the arms of the man whom she loved, and whom she knew loved her back.

His mouth left hers and she couldn’t believe the fact that she actually whined. His lips kissed along her jaw leaving a trail to her ear that he nipped playfully causing her to gasp. His lips then began an opened mouth assault on her neck, warm kisses, flicks of his tongue, nips from his teeth had her worked up and panting. She knew he was good, but... this time it was more.

The fact that she’d shown up on his porch surprised him a little, usually he was the one to track her down, but it wasn’t unheard of for her to drop by if she wanted a beer, or if her satellite was out. Her bringing the burgers and beer had been pleasant, again only slightly surprising. Nothing had given him the indication of what was in store for them. That was okay though, he enjoyed surprises.

The taste of her skin, the scent of her shampoo and perfume, the feel of her soft skin as his fingertips flirted with the hem of her shirt. “Kensi,” he moaned her name right by her ear, her nails dragged lightly down his chest. His lips returned to hers and she responded eagerly. The kiss became more frantic bordering on chaotic in their desperate need. He walked forward, she walked backwards, neither wanting to break the kiss to see where they were going. Kensi’s back hit the entertainment stand he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled away from the kiss and instinctively she raised her arms as he all but yanked the garment off of her.

He tossed the shirt, and Monty’s nails scrapped against he hardwood thinking it was a game. He collected Kensi’s shirt and brought it back to his bed with him assuming someone would come play with him.

The dog was ignored as Kensi grabbed his arm, pressing her body against his. His mind blanked as he felt the silk and lace of her bra, her smooth skin against his. She turning him so they kept walking and he was the one fumbling backwards. His back hit against the wall, a light switch digging into his back. He bit down on her lip in surprise, ignored the minor flair up of pain in his back and soothed where he’d nipped with a soft kiss before the hunger once again took over.

He pushed forward they both stepped clumsily not use to walking in tandem with another, both distracted by the skin to skin contact, the arousal clouding their minds. His hands smoothed down the flawless skin of her back with a delicate touch, as if she was some priceless piece of glass and it was her undoing, to be held so gently, to be touched as if she was the most precious thing in the world, and to him, she was.

His hands went to her belt and he fumbled with it, growling his impatience into the kiss. There was a smile of satisfaction as he yanked it forcefully from the loops, Kensi stumbling forward a half step from the jerk.

She abandoned his lips to kiss along the rough stubble of his jaw, down his neck pausing on her trail to suck on his rapid pulse. She could feel his hands working on the button of her jeans, off in a second the zipper following close behind. He pushed them from her hips and she wiggled until they fell in a heap at her feet. Nipping on his collarbone he groaned her name, his hand tangling in her hair he gave a gentle pull and she looked up at him, they paused for a moment looking into each other’s lust blown eyes. She found a question in his and she nodded in answer, he smiled and her heart skipped a few beats before it remembered it’s job and got back to it.

Desperation returned as their lips met once again, desire coursing through them. During their passionate attempt to keep connected they missed his room completely and he bent grabbing her by the knees and turning. She let out a squeal as her feet left the floor, and tightened her arms around his neck as he tripped in the darkness and forcefully pressed her to the wall, his lips returning to hers as a picture frame that had hung on the wall fell, glass shattered. It was immediately forgotten about.

She broke the kiss panting, his lips continued their mission to completely drive her mad. “Marty,” she moaned his name and knew from the way he was alternating between kissing, sucking and nipping on her neck that she’d have a mark in the morning. His stubble was rubbing against her skin, she knew it would be red for a while, but she found the simple masculinity of it a turn on.

Unable to move much in her position, she did what she could. She tightened her legs around his hips locking her ankles, based her back against the wall as her fingers ran over his shoulders, fingers skimming over his collarbone, over the smooth skin of his pecs. Putting one arm around his neck she rocked her hips against his erection, his jeans rough through the silk panties that still covered her... barely.

His breath hitched. “Kensi,” her name was little more than a breathy whisper from his lips and it made her feel like a goddess. His hands moulded to her hips but neither bothered to stay, both travelled in tandem up her sides feeling every bit of flesh available until both thumbs stopped at the underside of her breasts. One hand darted back down to cup her bottom and he took her away from the wall walking back the two steps until he was leaning against the other side of the hallway. The hand not occupied with holding her up gripped the back of her bra and skilfully unclipped it with one hand. He pulled the silk and lace from her body and it dropped to the floor.

She pressed up against him, enjoyed the warmth of his body. He was on the move again, not bothering to set her down he backtracked and stumbled over a dog toy into his room, managing a few extra steps he let himself fall knowing exactly where the bed was.

Her back hit the sheets of the neatly made bed, his body fell over hers and in the movement his length had struck like a flint against her sensitive bud. “Deeks,” she said his name through her teeth demanding his attention. “Those pants have to go,” she said her dark eyes narrowing at him.

“Yes, princess,” he replied teasingly as he pushed up and took off his belt letting it fall to the floor. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. Kensi licked her lips at the display.

“Like something you see?” he asked her for the second time in the night.

This time a smart-ass answer did come to mind. “I’d rather see what it is you’re hiding,” she responded before her impatience got the better of her. She pushed herself up and stood so she could push down his pants herself.

He stood still as she ran her hand down his chest, through the thin line of blond hairs that started at his navel and disappeared behind his boxers. It wasn’t like their first times together, hurried, desperate- though those were aspects here, this time they both knew it wasn’t just sex, this time they both knew they were taking the plunge together. It wouldn’t be sex. It would be lovemaking, because good God, there was nothing Martin Deeks wanted more than to love Kensi Blye, love her mind, body and soul.

His pants pooled at his feet and he blames his inability to keep up with her on the fact she’s got his brain all muddled. She’s in a crouched position and his boxers are still on so he doesn’t expect it when her mouth took him in through the material and sucked.

“Kensi,” he said her name with a good degree of shock, mixed with arousal. Looking down at her, she smirked just slightly around him and then he’s looking skyward praying for the strength of the Gods themselves to get him through this without embarrassing himself like some inexperienced teenager. She grazed her teeth against him causing his eyes to shut and his entire body to shudder.

She’s stood and the instant he realized she was gone his eyes snapped open. She smiled at him and he’s trapped in a moment of complete awe. She maintained eye contact as she played with the top of her sexy deep blue panties, three little rhinestones decorating the top. All he can think is that she doesn’t play fair, with everything else she had, her amazing eyes, her sultry smile, that voice, her laugh, that bod, the long waves of dark hair, her quick wit, her intelligence, her offbeat sense of humour, her valour, her integrity- and he could go on, but with everything in her arsenal, she wasn’t playing fair wearing panties in his favourite colour, and rhinestones? Really? What purpose to they serve other than completely torment a man?

“You’re so beautiful Kens.”

He said it with such awe, passion, and honesty she found herself blushing. Kensi Blye wasn’t a stranger to being called hot, but beautiful... beautiful was something so much more. When most men said it, it was in a moment of fleeting passion, or because they wanted that moment of fleeting passion and she wouldn’t give them the time of day. This was different, this was Deeks, and he said it because he meant it.

To break the serious romanticism, knowing he’d run with it if she let him, she grinned. “You aren’t so bad yourself there, partner.” Despite the teasing tone, her voice is like a purr and it’s urging him on.

Deeks is the romance, Kensi is the passion, and when together, they fell somewhere in the middle.

To turn up the heat Kensi keeping up the eye contact she stuck her thumbs under the panties and pulled them down. Not to be out done, Deeks’s blue eyes never left her dark ones as he pulled off his boxers. They both just stood there smiling, taking in the other’s naked form.

Deeks was the first to break, because as awesome as it was to look at her body, he really wanted to feel it. Despite him taking the first step to close the gap between them, she met him in the middle and it was a war of lips, tongue and teeth. Hands wandered, explored unchecked.

Her hand wrapped around his length enjoying the feel of his skin, the spark of arousal in his darkening blue eyes, the groan that reverberated deep in his chest. Had there ever been a sexier sound? Her hand moves slowly up, her eyes watching him. His body tense, his eyes staying locked on hers, his mouth parting just slowly. Her thumb teased the tip and then her hand started moving down at the same slow speed as before. His hips had thrust slightly into her hand, eyes fell shut, a moan escaping his parted lips. She continued the same pattern wondering how many times she could get away with it before he threw her on the bed. She gave his patience eight rounds, his patience impressed her at seventeen.

“Kensi,” he growled and just like that he had both of her wrists in his hands pressing her hands against his shoulders as he walked toward their bodies touching forcing her back until her knees hit the bed and he gave her a slight shove and she fell. “You’re a cruel tease,” he informed her with a bit of a smirk. She smiled, pleased with herself. “Payback,” he said simply.

He grabbed her behind both knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “What do you mean by payba....” her voice trailed off as he knelt before the bed and her mind quickly caught up with what payback was going to entail. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he got closer, closer, closer. She could feel his breath against her most intimate of places, his tongue darted out from his lips and intimately lapped her from her entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves he paid special attention to, circling slowly, round and round.

Her fists clenched in the sheets as she tried to keep from crying out. “Deeks,” she hardly recognized her own voice with all the desperation, the need, the desire and the passion in it. He sucked on her clit, hummed in response to his name and she swore she didn’t just see stars but constellations.

Driven to distraction easily, he kissed his way up her body over her right hip bone, over to swirl his tongue around her bellybutton, crossing over her body continuing to leave little kisses until he reached her left breast, his tongue, teeth and lips teasing the hardened peak. “You call... me a tease,” Kensi panted a hand threading through his shaggy blond locks. “Marty, I want you.”

He lifted his head from his task, studied her gorgeous face for a minute and gave a little nod acquiescing to what she wanted. He moved her up the bed just slightly so he could at least get a knee up for leverage. One hand was up by her head for balance, the other was lining himself up with her. He paused and looked up at her. “This isn’t just sex,” he felt the overwhelming need to ensure that this was defined, that it wasn’t like before.

“I know,” Kensi replied sounding a little shy, something he couldn’t ever recall her being. “Now make love with me, Marty, or I’ll flip you over and take charge.”

He smiled at her attitude. “Next time, princess,” he assured her.

She waited but he paused again and she sighed. “Marty.” Her voice said his name, her tone said ‘get on with it!’

His eyes met hers once again as he entered her, slowly until they were completely one. They both let out a sigh as if they’d been waiting forever for that exact moment. “I love you,” they both murmured at the same time. Shocked at their spontaneous synchronization they both smiled.

With one foot on the floor and a knee on the bed he could easily move though he was sure his muscles would protest the activities in the morning. For now, they were happy to oblige to the task at hand. His hand slid down her thigh and gripped her hips, fingertips digging in as he slowly rocked his hips setting them up with a slow, sultry ride.

Their lips met and while it lacked the frantic desperation of earlier, it was far more passionate, both of them trying to communicate with just their lips. It was their moment, as if they had been born solely so they would age, meet each other and fall so completely, ridiculously in love.

Kensi didn’t care what bumps came up, she didn’t care what stood in the way, never did she feel more right than in that moment, there with him. She didn’t know why she waited so long to open up to him, but she sure wasn’t going to waste more time than she already had.

Deeks was entranced with her, the feel of her, the sound of the breathy moans she kept making, it was so perfect, so right. Never in his life had he felt more adored than there with her dark eyes staring up at him with such startling raw emotions he knew her walls had finally come down for him, and he no longer was wandering around the outside, but had now been pulled inside her heart.

She broke the kiss as she rocked her hips meeting him thrust for slow, sensual thrust. Her hand ran down from his shoulder, down his arm and he lifted it so they could intertwine their hands. His other hand left her hip to intertwine with her other, and he pinned both of her hands down just above her head as he lowered his body so he could kiss her once again. She hooked a leg around his hips and urged him to pick up the pace feeling herself start to tense, she was close, so close.

He refused her, keeping it slow and she whined breaking the kiss. “Please Marty,” she whined.

“Trust me Kensi,” he whispered but she could tell he was stepping up to the edge too. “Trust me,” he repeated as he kept to the same slow pace.

“I do,” she said darkly, a warning in her eyes.

“Then trust me on this,” he insisted kissing her neck as he kept up the slow pace inching them closer and closer to the brink. She impatiently writhed beneath him with the magnitude of her pleasure. He knew she was close from the sweet sounds she was making in the back of her throat. It took every ounce of self control to keep from speeding up, it would have been easy, it would have done the trick, but a quick end wasn’t what he wanted to give her.

Anticipation, she knew it was coming, and he just kept her on the very sliver of the edge not bringing her back to a point where it would once again build, nor did he push her over, he very skilfully kept her at the brink. She was crying out his name, over and over. Due to the pleasure- or perhaps due to her panting her fingertips began to feel numb. The edge, he kept her there and all she wanted was to fall over. From her mouth spilled any number of combinations of; ‘Marty,’ ‘please,’ ‘Deeks,’ ‘I need you,’ ‘faster,’ ‘Oh God!,’ I want you.’

As much as he enjoyed seeing his hardened partner amidst such intense pleasures, and as much as he enjoyed the feeling he got giving them to her, he knew neither of them could hold on much longer. Fractionally he sped up, it didn’t seem like much of a increase in speed but it was exactly what they’d both been waiting for, exactly what they needed to fall over the edge.

They cried out each other’s name, bodies tightening, her warmth convulsing around him as he came inside of her. He managed to keep himself up on shaky arm as they both panted riding out the singularly most intense orgasms of both their lives. He pulled out of her and moved just fractionally so when he let his body drop he landed beside her and not on top of her.

They looked over at one another in amazement, each wondering how they got so lucky. The intense orgasms leaving both of them completely spent.

“Ah,” Deeks said as if he finally got something. “That kind of love,” he shot he a goofy grin and she laughed heartily.

“Seriously Marty?” she giggled. “ It took all that for you to realize just what kind of love I was referring to?”

“I could stand to be shown again,” Deeks responded with a big grin.

She shook her head and curled into him. She’d never been much of a cuddler, but she wanted the intimate closeness with him. Exhaustion was quickly pulling her under. “I love you Martin Deeks,” she said softly before yawning.

He kissed the top of her head with such affection it made her eyes prickle. “And I love you Kensi Blye.”

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The house was cold, and had a vacant feel to it. The entrance way was staged beautifully if he did say so himself. You really wanted to catch peoples attention with a dramatic entrance anyways, right?

He looked at the picture he had with him studying it carefully. Then with the utmost care, he took a black and gold one inch heeled shoe out of a box. He held up the shoe, and looked at the picture. A perfect match. It didn’t matter how long it had taken him to find it. He took one last look at the image and walked over and placed it down, sideways on the ground. He studied it and then, just slightly turned it. There, perfect, he smiled.

He took one last room at the entrance way, every last detail masterfully recreated. Proud of his work he packed up the boxes and supplies he had brought with him while he whistled.

Just one more thing to do, he thought as he left the house and walked to his car. He put his supplies in the trunk and got behind the wheel. He looked to the envelope on the passengers side. Martin Deeks; written in bold black marker. He needed to find a courier, for he had a note to deliver.
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