So after a few requests I wrote another chapter for this little AU, hope you like it and please read the author's note at the bottom.

His touch had come to ease her, the simple brush of his lips on her neck or the slight pressure of his fingers on her hips soothing her, forcing her to let go of past tension and surrender to the comfort of Marty Deeks, a man who wasn't on her radar just months ago, but had somehow become the one person she couldn't imagine her life without.

He thrilled her even through the blanket of contentment and easiness he brought her, making her skin hum and flashes of lightning burst through her body until she couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but him; the smell of his hair, taste of his skin, the overwhelming sensations he gave her.

Damn him.

Damn him for taking over her life, killing her resolve to stay alone, to manage by herself with just a few touches, just a few words, glances with those gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. Damn him for making her need this, need him.

Waking up with her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around her she couldn't escape even if she wanted to; watching him navigate her kitchen to make her breakfast while she perched on the counter with his dog curled at her feet had slowly become regular, simple, her normal; it was something she couldn't live without.

Despite it all, desperate his cocky words and playful smirks she knew it was the same for him, knew that he watched her long after he assumed she'd drifted off, holding her closer and stroking his thumb over her cheek, whispering tiny, silky promises that made her shiver deep down, terrified to imagine a future with this beautifully damaged man who loved her, who had saved her. But somehow just as terrified not to, terrified to wake only to discover that the past few months had been a dream, that she was still stuck in that cave, that fire creating shadows on the stone walls; she was terrified to discover that Marty Deeks wasn't even real.

"Kens.." Her nickname was a faint growl by her ear as she turned in his arms, bracing her palms on his chest, the honesty in his eyes sending a bolt of fear straight to her toes, yet exhilarating her in way that he only could, she realized.

"You have to -" He hesitated, the words clearly sticking in his throat as he managed a smile, tucking a loose curl behind her ear and leaning forward to replace the hair with his lips, letting his mouth play over her jaw lightly. "Are you okay?"

She huffed a breath, letting a breathy moan out with the air as her finger dug into his forearm, holding him closer, needing him to be as close as possible. "I am, Marty," she whispered and the first time in years the words were true.

Maybe she didn't truly need him, her years spent by herself, needing only herself could prove that, prove her capability. But she wanted him there, was willing to completely surrender herself to him and deal with the potential consequences, though the consequences, the consequences she'd faced for loving in the past, the possibility of facing that again, that pure agony; that rocked her to her very core.

"Kensi," he mumbled softly, almost as if the simple utterance of her name could solve everything, could save them from everything. "I love you ," he whispered like he had so many times, kissing her forehead and pulling her flush against him, wrapping an arm around her bare waist and stroking her back until she fell asleep nestled against him, cheek pressed to his chest.

...

He woke her with a soft, full kiss to her shoulder and a soft murmur, ignoring the little grunts she gave before she let him rouse her, pushing herself up in tangle of sheets and pillows that she propped herself against, staring at her bare chested boyfriend with sleepy mismatched eyes and crossed arms over drawn up knees.

"Why am I up now, Marty?" She whined, yawning as he crept back into bed beside her, leaving a plate laden with breakfast on her nightstand. "It's Saturday."

"I know." He smirked, pulling the fluffy comforter up around them and tilting his head to kiss her temple softly. "But we have plans."

She groaned then, letting her head flop onto his shoulder and ignoring the bubble of warmth that arose inside of her at his gentle tone. "My plans are to sleep, unlike you, Mr. In Between Assignments, I had to work all week."

"As did I, just, you know, from behind a desk."

Kensi huffed, pulling the plate he'd brought back into the bedroom with him onto her lap and lifting a spoonful of scrambled eggs to her mouth. "What are your plans?"

Chuckling, Marty planted a second kiss to her temple, squeezing at her shoulders. "I'm taking you surfing, Princess. Can't be a real California girl until you've tried it. Waves are supposed to be fantastic this morning."

Holding back a laugh, Kensi tipped her forehead onto his shoulder, clasping his thigh tightly and dropping the spoon back onto the plate. "You are such a California boy."

"Yeah." He shrugged, his arm sliding from her shoulders to her waist, holding her securely against him. "But you love me."

Holding her breath and letting her smile appear easily, Kensi lifted her head, kissing him lightly and smirking when his hand immediately cradled her cheek to bring her closer. "I do."

"Okay then." He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Come out with me. I promise you won't drown."

He flashed her his most charming grin before moving from her bed, leaving her breathless with a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. It was too late, she decided. She was already drowning, only she didn't want to saved, only plunged deeper, trusting him to catch her if she couldn't catch her breath.

I'm marking this as complete again, but I'm not ruling out anymore chapters. Do you want anymore? If you do I'd love to hear about it in a pm or review. That being said, I'd love a review! And thanks for reading!