5x10 Drabble prompt: Op's over, they saved the planet, Deeks still in his suit, he drives Kensi home, turns on his playful Max persona and starts off with "Now, with this boyfriend of yours..." AND GO!

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Deeks leads Kensi up the front porch steps, one hand on the small of her back.

"Is this how it's gonna be from now on?"

He chuckles. "What are you talking about?"

She motions between the two of them.

"I just mean this. You driving me home every night."

Deeks gives her a crooked smile and a quick wink.

"Only if we do what we did last night every single night. And I do not have a problem with it, if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean, Deeks."

"Really? Because I'm not sure that you always catch on as quickly as you should. I've learned from past experiences that Fern can be a little bit slow sometimes-"

She pulls open the front door, stepping inside. "And Max can be a bit of an ass sometimes. But I still keep him around."

"Ouch. Is that any way for you to address your partner?"

She tosses the house keys onto her couch, turning to face him. "Like I said earlier, it's complicated."

"It is?"

Kensi cocks her head to one side, thinking. A smile floods her features, both eyes gleaming in the light of the table lamp.

"Well… I guess it's not that complicated. I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I've heard about this Max guy-"

"Are you really going to speak about yourself in the third person?"

Deeks smiles, mainly because he knows that she's not really Fern, and he's not really Max.

They're Kensi and Deeks, and they are together. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

He hasn't fully been able to process it, really. Not yet anyways.

"It seems that I don't need to pretend anymore," he says, winding both arms around her waist. "You're all mine."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are," Deeks murmurs, dropping a lazy kiss to her lips.

"Nice suit," Kensi whispers as she straightens out his tie.

"You've already told me that once today."

"What can I say? I think you look rather dapper."

"If that's how you feel, than I'll wear a suit and tie every day."

"I thought it felt like you were wearing a noose?"

"If you want me to wear a noose, I'll do it."

"It's terrifying to think that I have this much control over you."

"Terrifying or wonderful?"

She pretends to think, only for a moment. "I'm gonna go with wonderful, actually."

"Yikes. Now I'm scared you're gonna use this against me."

"Look out, Max. I just might."

"Should I be worried?"

"No, no. I won't try to pull one over on you."

"Right." He cocks his head to one side, grinning. "I mean, you are just a girl after all."

Kensi believes that his comment sounds oddly sexist for a millisecond, but she quickly recalls their previous conversation from earlier that day.

"And you're just a boy. We can get ice cream, go to the movies, maybe drive around in your pickup truck-"

"You know what? That sounds good pretty, Fern."

"Which part?"

He smiles, showing off both rows of teeth.

"Ice cream. Maybe the cold will keep my jaw from swelling up."

Kensi runs her fingers across his chin, furrowing both eyebrows as she stares at the small bruise.

"I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."

She's already apologized- more than once. He's pretty much over it by now.

And, on top of it all, it gives a great story to tell one day about their 'first day as a couple.'

"It's all good. I think you just wanted some ice cream."

Kensi smiles, looking down to her feet shyly. "You're probably right."

"I usually am."

"What kind do you want?"

"Well… nothing cures rocky like a little rocky road."

She raises one eyebrow. "And maybe another sleepover?"

Deeks drops a kiss to her lips, allowing his face to remain within an inch of hers, even after they've parted.

"That too."