Wow! Did that really just happen? Deeks would never be able to look at, eat or think about a doughnut without the memory of his partner licking and sucking on his lips. Leave it to Kensi Blye to make eating a pastry sexy as hell!

Deeks brain must have short circuited because he didn't even notice Kensi had taken his doughnut until her voice pulled him from the haze that had settled in his brain. What was she saying, something about feeling good? My god! That was the understatement of the year. That felt freaking phenomenal!

He turned around just as she was sauntering back to her desk. He was mesmerized by the soft curves of her derriere and the rhythmic swaying of her hips.

He watched as she finished his doughnut, her tongue slowly skimming her lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes veiled behind a thick curtain of dark lashes as she savors the flavor. And when she finished the last bite, she took her sugar covered finger into her mouth, wrapped her perfectly plumped lips around it and gently sucked the remaining granules from it.

His breathing became shallow and irregular while his pulse quickened. He could feel his body respond to her suggestive actions. Heat was spreading through his body, settling low in his hips while he vaguely registered a growing discomfort in his jeans.

The sight evoked fantasies of Kensi's lips wrapped around him. Those soft, warm lips gently caressing and surrounding….Whoa! Hold up! This was neither the time nor the place for those thoughts. If he didn't reign in his imagination soon, what little control he had would surely dissolve.

From across the bullpen, Kensi could see his breathing increase and his pupils dilate. A wicked grin spread across her delicate features as she took in his heightened state….Yep, he's hooked. She absolutely relished the results her impromptu seduction created, throwing her usually unflappable partner into a state of both physical and emotional havoc.

Just as Deeks was regaining his faculties, Hetty materialized at his side clearing her throat. His heart almost leapt out of his chest as the operational manager eyed him with a knowing glint in her eye….Geez, is she trying to give him a coronary? "Mr. Deeks? Am I correct in assuming you have case reports to complete before the end of the day? Perhaps you could find a more constructive activity than catching flies?"

A deep blush crept up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. He turned on the spot, snapping his mouth shut and made his way back to his desk to focus on his paperwork. Fifteen minutes later, he sat staring at the same report not a single word written; his mind still completely consumed with Kensi's stunt.

Every so often, Deeks would sneak a peek at his partner from under his lashes. Occasionally he would catch her glancing in his direction only to immediately avert her eyes. This was unusual behavior for his partner. Most of the time, Kensi vehemently denied the existence of their "thing". Occasionally she would tip toe along the line with casual touches that lasted a moment longer than necessary or a slip of the tongue during their heated banter, but Kensi stepped so far over the line this time she would need a map to find her way back.

Deeks knew Kensi was up to something. She was acting absolutely normal; as if nothing had happened but he knew better. Kensi Blye always has a plan, she has her own agenda. He just needed to figure out what that agenda was and until he did, he would play along. He needed to come up with his own game plan. He could knock her off her axis just as easily as she could him.

The rest of the morning was uneventful and after lunch Deeks decided to head to the firing range to clear his head. He was loading another round into his Berretta when he felt a slight breeze on the back of his neck.

Kensi had silently entered the firing range and watched as Deeks unloaded his ammo into the target. He was a good shot, all center mass hits. As he removed the clip and began to reload, she skated by him to the far lane took her stance and fired five rounds, two to the head and three to the chest, all kill shots.

Deeks switched on the safety of his gun and placed it on the shelf. Slowly he made his way over to her lane and cleared his throat. Now it was his turn to raise the stakes. "You know if you adjusted your stance just a bit, you could improve your accuracy". He knew there was no improving Bad-Ass-Blye's firing skills but he had the opportunity to toy with her, to make her squirm.

"What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with my aim?" she huffed. She was about to make a comment about his shooting when she felt his hands settle firmly on her hips, fore fingers hook in her belt loops, thumbs tracing gentle circles on her skin just under the hem of her shirt. Her spine stiffens as his hands, steady and strong, sent sparks of electricity arcing through her body.

"Tilt your hips a fraction to the right and put your weight on the balls of your feet" he breathed into her ear letting the scruff of his beard lightly graze her lobe. The silken curls of her ebony hair tickle his neck as he leans into her, her body soft yet firm.

He wants to lean in further, to skim his lips across the elegant line of her neck. He's struggling not to press a feather-soft kiss over her pulse point, to feel the beating of her heart. He sees her lips part, it about does him in.

Kensi's felt her eyelids close and her pulse quicken as her body trembled under her partner's iron grip. The searing heat of his breath fanning across her skin causes her own breath to catch deep in her chest. He continued his ministrations, once again whispering in her ear. His tone deep and gravelly "widen your stance like this" he murmured, as his knee slips between her thighs to part them a hair's width more.

Breathe Kensi, just breath, in through the nose out through the mouth. Ignore him. Yeah right, who was she kidding? This is too much, too much stimulation, too much temptation. She can't think straight. Kensi fights desperately to resist the urge to turn around and pin him to the wall. She wants to kiss him until her lips are swollen, to run her hands through his golden blonde locks pulling him closer, and to feel his body harden against hers.

Her resolve falters, her arms begin to drop but suddenly he's gone. Her eyes snap open and she sees him back in his lane, picking up his Berretta and loading another clip. Really? Is this how he felt this morning? All worked up with no release in sight.

Kensi looks down at her own weapon, takes a few calming breaths then raises it up and fires the remaining rounds, all groin shots. She looks over to her partner and smiles sweetly at him as she collects her target and exits the range. She's the one steering this ship; time to take the reins back.

Deeks swallows hard; perhaps he pushed the envelope too far. By the looks of Kensi's target, he may need to reevaluate his plan in order to protect his assets.

Kensi high-tails it back to the bullpen where she secures her firearm in the bottom drawer of her desk. She closes her eyes and steadies her breathing. When she looks up, she sees the confused and concerned faces of Sam and Callen. She gives them a timid smile as she turns to go to the lady's room.

She rushes to the sink and splashes cold water on her face hoping it will dampen the flames consuming her. She looks in the mirror and sees the blush on her face, the darkened color of her eyes and a soft, glistening of sweat on her skin. In less than a minute, her partner has her body humming, lust coursing through her veins.

Really it is her own doing. He has never been one to back down from a challenge and this is no exception. He's only stoking the fire that she ignited hours earlier, hoping that she'll be the one that spontaneously combusts.