So I rewrote the bathroom scene in Neighborhood Watch to end the way we all wanted it to end. I'm not so good at the type of writing so let me know what you think. Please Review.

Deeks could hear the music from the front porch. He opens the door.

"Sweetie, I'm home. Are we having a dance party?" Deeks shouts over the music. He enjoyed this assignment more then he would ever admit. It was nice playing house with Kensi. He had always imagined what it would be like living with her and this gave him a perfect excuse to pull out all of the sappy nicknames Kensi hated.

He walks to the living room to turn off the music. "Mellissa." He shouts, making sure to call her by her cover name. "Mellissa." He is getting worried that she isn't responding.

He looks around and sees blood on the floor. He quickly pulls out his gun. He follows the blood trail up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He pauses at the bathroom door. He takes a breath and then kicks it open to find Kensi sitting on the edge of the bathtub wrapped only in a towel.

"Oh my god. What are you doing?" Kensi yells.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You got techno blaring, there's blood running through the entire house, it's like an episode of Dexter in here." Deeks says annoyed.

"I cut my foot on some glass and…oh my god, what are you wearing?" Kensi says as she sees Deeks put his gun back in his fanny pack.

"Don't change the subject. I thought something happened to you." Deeks says.

"Is that a fanny pack?"

"No. It's a brosack." Deeks answers. "Don't do that. Don't scare me like that."

"Fine." Kensi replies in that short voice that always makes her sound so sexy.

"Fine." Deeks replies in the same short tone.

There is an awkward silence between them as Deeks takes a second to check Kensi out. She looked so sexy with her hair damp and standing in a towel. It took all of Deeks's self control not to jump her right there.

"What?" Deeks asks.

"I'm in a towel." Kensi answers.

"I can see that." Deeks says with a mischievous smile.

"And you've seen too much. So could you just leave, please?"

"Want me to take a look at your foot?"

"No I don't. I want you to go away."

"I'm sensing a little hostility here. Do you want to talk about it?"

"You sense correctly. Now some privacy please, and…and take that off."

"Alright." Deeks says pulling down his shorts.

Kensi gasps. "Oh my god not your pants."

"What? Oh my bad. I thought you wanted me to take my pants off."

"I can't believe you just did that." Kensi says.

"Come on Kens. Let me take a look at your foot."

Kensi sighs. "Fine." She needs help anyway. She is having trouble cleaning the wound. She sits back down on the side of the tube making sure to keep the towel closed. Deeks takes off his brosack and places it on the table outside the bathroom. He then walks over and kneels down to inspect her wound.

"That's a real battle scar you've got there. It must have been one tough vase." Deeks says.

"It just slipped out of my hand." Kensi lies. She could never tell him the truth. She was absentmindedly cleaning the vase while thinking about Deeks. They had been sharing a bed for 3 days now and the sexual tension was rising higher every day. She was thinking about all the things she would do to him if she got the chance. Her hands went weak and the vase shattered to the floor.

Deeks finishes dressing the cut and Kensi gets up the put some clothes on.

"Out Deeks." Kensi says as she walks to the front of the closet.

"Oh come on. One little peek." Deeks says. Their banter had always bordered on sexual, but over the last few days both of them had gotten bolder.

"You couldn't handle it." Kensi shoots back.

"You wanna bet?" Deeks says.

"Okay." Kensi challenges as she drops her towel. She doesn't know if it was the loss of blood or if she just can't take the tension anymore, but she needs to know what it feels like to be with him. She revels in the surprise that crosses his face as she stands in front of him. Deeks is stunned. He never thought she would actually do it.

She walks towards him and he can't move. She is more gorgeous then he could ever have imagined. All of the dreams he has had about her don't compare to the real thing.

Kensi walks up to Deeks and places her hand on his chest. She runs her hand down his abs and whispers in his ear. "So, can you handle it?"

In a fraction of a second Deeks's lips are on Kensi's and he traps her in an embrace. He doesn't want to let her go, which is fine with Kensi because she doesn't plan on going anywhere. Except maybe the bed.

Deeks picks her up and places her on the bathroom counter. Kensi wraps her legs around his waist. He moves his kisses down her neck and enjoys the moans this elicits from Kensi. She pulls up on the hem of his shirt and he helps her take it off.

"Hold on." He whispers in her ear. She places her arms around his neck as he swoops one arm under her butt and the other around her back. Still attached at the lips he picks her up and walks to the bed.

He gentle places her in the middle of the bed never losing contact. She pushes at his shorts and in one quick second his shorts and boxers come off. Now there is nothing between them. Kensi pushes on Deeks's shoulder and rolls them over, taking control.

She kisses her way down his neck and to his chest. Deeks has always been ripped but she never fully realized how much it turned her on until that second. She pauses and takes a moment to revel in his touch. She sits up and runs her hands down his chest. It feels better then she imagined having him lying under her. Deeks doesn't like the lull in action.

When she leans back down to kiss him he rolls them back over. She relinquishes control. She likes the idea of giving herself up to him. Usually she likes to take control but with him it's different. She's happy just laying there taking in every stimulus from all of her senses.

He reaches down and enters her with one finger stretching her out. "Oh god Deeks." Her back arches toward him and she curls her hands into his blond curly hair to help stabilize her. She relishes the feeling of her hands in his hair. It is so soft, smooth and mildly damp from his workout.

He adds another finger as she arches up again. "Please, Deeks." She pleads. He loves hearing her beg for him. He loves everything about this moment.

He lets her have what she wants. Slowly he enters her. Once he is fully in he pauses allowing her to adjust to him.

"Move Deeks." She says. He starts to pump in and out of her allowing her to adjust every time until he finds her sweet spot.

"Right there." She says. He moves faster hitting her in the same spot every time. Her groaning and saying his name almost sends him over the edge but he holds back until she reaches it too. He fells her tighten and he knows they are both on the edge. It only takes a few more pumps until they are both climaxing at the same time.

"Deeks." She says clenching her nails into his back. He knows it will leave a mark but he doesn't care. He is focused on the amazing feeling of her walls tight around his member.

He is still holding himself up on his elbows but he is getting weak. He moves to take it out of she puts her hands on his butt stopping him.

"Just a second." She says.

"I'm clasping here." He responds.

She rolls them over so she is on top. She knows he can hold her weight on his chest with out impairing his breathing. She doesn't want to loss the feeling of that moment. She lies on top of him while they both recover. She finally moves off of him and lies down next to him.

"Told you I could handle it." Deeks says. Kensi punches him in the shoulder.

I planed on this being a one shot but if you want more let me know. Please Review.