Kensi and Deeks on Stakeout

"God I hate stakeouts!" Deeks wined. He and Kensi were sitting in front of the house of a suspected arms dealer and had been doing so for the past 4 hours, a fact that was beginning to wear on both of them. "It would be so much better if there was an actual steak involved."

"Well you should have eaten before we came here." Kensi remarked, her eyes still glued to the suspects house.

"I did, and it was delicious." He grinned as he moved a hand to her shoulder.

"Deeks stop it!" She laughed, only partly serious as he moved his mouth to her other shoulder, his scruff tickling her skin.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiled as she blushed.

"And you're impossible." She countered, much to his delight. To anyone else it would look like she had insulted him, but to them it was just how they worked.

His hand moved from her shoulder and entwined with hers. "You're beautiful, and bad ass, and I love you." He took a deep breath, he had to approach this next one very carefully. "I love you, and I think we shouldn't have to hide it."

Her back stiffened and she untangled their hands. "You think we should tell them." It came out as more of a statement than a question.

"Don't you?" He pushed.

"Tell them what exactly Deeks?" She looked at him.

"I don't know, how about that we've been dating for the past 6 months, or that you are the love of my life, or maybe that we're going to be married in three months?" He ticked the reasons off his fingers.

Kensi was quiet for a moment before she let out a sigh. "You're right."

"I'm sorry what?" His eyes bugged out. "You mind repeating that?"

"Deeks." She warned but he took no notice.

"Hang on a sec, lemme get out my phone because I would absolutely love to have a ringtone of Kensi Blye telling me that I'm...wait, seriously?" His tone became more solemn.

"I want to tell them, it's just that..." She shifted in her seat so that she was facing him. "I kinda like this. You know, you, me, us, not having to worry what anyone else thinks. And I mean, it's not like we're out and out hiding it, they just haven't asked." She rationalized.

"Yeah but I don't want them to have to ask. I want to be able to hold your hand into work. I want to be able to sweep you into my arms after a hard mission. I want you to not have to take off your ring and put it around your neck every morning." He cupped her cheek with his hand. "While I do love the secret make out sessions in the closet and the delightfully inventive ways you bend in the showers, I want to be able to do this in front of the team."

He kissed her neck. Much to his delight she was unable to keep from releasing a surprised gasp. He grinned.

"And I want to be able to do this." He kissed her again, this time on her jaw bone.

"And this." On her cheek.

"And this." He whispered before kissing her passionately on the lips. For a second they both forgot to breathe as they lost themselves in each other. As the kiss intensified Kensi found herself wrapping her hair around her fingers and pulling him closer while his hands roamed her midsection.

"Deeks we need to stop." She muttered halfheartedly.

"Come on Kens, we've been watching the guy for four hours and he hasn't moved." He kissed her harder.

She pulled away and looked at the house for a moment before looking back at him.

"He's not going anywhere." She smiled as she undid her seatbelt and pulled him into the back seat.

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