Make a Move
Title: Make a Move
Length/Word Count: 1245
Pairing/Characters: Kensi/Deeks
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Summary: A confession along with some burgers and beer. Takes place after 3x07 Honor.
“That was you wasn’t it?”
Deeks spun around in the hall to see Callen staring at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“On the radio. I’m right aren’t I?” a grin spread across his face. “You called a radio show to talk about your feelings for Kensi.”
“I don’t have feelings for Kensi,” he said quickly shaking his head.
“It was Kensi, Nell, or Hetty,” Callen said with a shrug. “I don’t think you’d be calling about Hetty, Eric would try to kick your ass if you were making a move on Nell, so that leaves Kensi.”
Deeks sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Don’t tell her.”
The grin fell from Callen’s face. “So it was you?”
Deeks nodded miserably. “And I don’t want Kensi to know. Not until I know what to do about it. Not until I can tell how she feels. I’m not stupid enough to mess up the team for a one night stand. If she feels the same, and if she wants what I want, we’ll figure it out. Until them, keep your mouth shut. Please.”
“I won’t say anything,” Callen said with a nod. “And Deeks, just so you know, she’s crazy about you, she just doesn’t know it.”
Deeks nodded. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
***
Burgers with his partner. As she pretended, and failed to be just one of the guys. That he couldn’t handle. Not when she gave him that look. That look that said she wanted a happy ending even though she didn’t have any idea how to go about getting it. That look that only lasted for a split second before she turned back into Kensi, his smart-aleck partner. That look that she didn’t even realize that he saw that told him there was something deep inside her that wanted to fairy tale.
***
The restaurant had been too crowded and he had let her talk him into getting something to go and taking the food back to her place for a movie instead of staying and watching the game. He objected for about 30 seconds before giving in. Now the food was gone, they were into their second six-pack of beer, and the movie they had been watching was almost over. As soon as the credits started to roll, she was going to kick him out. Maybe call him a cab, but kick him out for sure.
***
The credits were almost over when she turned to him. A half full bottle of beer dangled between her fingers and she looked more relaxed then she had in weeks.
“Another?” she asked softly.
He watched her eyes, surprised to find her gaze wasn’t guarded. He nodded. “Another cheesy comedy? Or maybe an action movie?”
She shook her head but didn’t offer him a suggestion of what to watch. He watched silently as she played with the label on her bottle. He could tell she had something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to say, but something was holding her back.
He took a chance. “Want to watch something more romantic? With a happy ending that requires a box of tissues to get through?”
She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Maybe.”
“You still feeling all romantic and sappy from the case? Planning to make me watch Eat, Pray, Love again?”
“No,” she shook her head and looked away.
“Kensi?” he asked, softly reaching his hand out to her. “Come on partner, what’s up?”
She shook her head. “Nothing Deeks. You know what, it’s late. You should probably go.”
“Fern?” he said gently, watching her reaction to the nickname. “What’s on your mind?”
“Just too much drinking and too much thinking,” she stood and set her bottle down. “I’ll be fine in the morning.”
Deeks took a deep breath, considering his words. “Can I ask you a question?”
She shrugged and sat back down. “What?”
“You know that guy on the radio that Callen heard?” he paused, looking for the right words. “Do you think he’s wrong in wanting to date a co-worker?”
Kensi stared off into space for a few moments before answering. “It depends. If he’s sure about how he feels, there isn’t anything wrong with it. But if he’s not sure, or if he thinks he may change his mind, it’s best to not bring it up.”
“Callen said he sounded pretty sure of himself,” Deeks said, watching Kensi closely. “He’s just not sure that she feels the same way.”
“So he has to figure out if she does,” Kensi said softly.
“Yup,” Deeks nodded. “But I think Callen said he didn’t know how to ask her how she felt without letting her know how he felt. And he didn’t want to mess up their friendship or their partnership if she didn’t feel the same way.”
Kensi nodded. “That would be a shame. Maybe he should just make a move and see what happens.”
“Maybe,” Deeks said softly as he watched her.
She looked up at him, and his eyes fell to her lips. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her. Unless he was wrong, and she wasn’t stringing him along the way he thought she was. He had seen her confident grin when Callen had brought up the radio call-in, but it could have been just because she thought she had an advantage over him.
“Please,” the word fell softly from her lips.
He looked back up at her eyes and saw his answer. Leaning forward he caught her lips with his own. His hands pulled her closer to him, one resting on her back, the other tangling into her hair. When she didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth.
She pulled away first and tugged him to his feet. He stopped her outside of her bedroom door.
“Wait. We can’t,” he whispered. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?” she asked, as she tugged at his shirt, trying to pull him into her room.
“Because we have time,” he said softly, pulling her against him for another kiss. “This isn’t a one night stand Kens. This is the start of something.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a relationship girl Deeks. I don’t know if I know how to do that. But I do know how to do this.”
“That’s just because you haven’t met the right guy,” he said gently. “But we can do this partner. We don’t have to rush it.”
“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Kensi said softly, a tear falling from her eye. “It’s lonely being alone.”
Deeks brushed it away. “I think you had one too many beers Kens, they’re trying to escape.”
She looked up at him with a frown and he tried not to laugh. He could tell her alcohol buzz was wearing off and exhaustion was starting to take over. He was sure she was going to have a hangover in the morning, and until they were both sober he didn’t want to upset the delicate balance of the potential relationship.
“Stay?” she asked softly, almost pleading. “I promise to be good.”
He nodded and followed her into her bedroom. Stepping out of his jeans he slid beneath her sheets.
He was almost asleep with her curled against him when he heard her whisper against his chest. “In the morning I plan to be very wicked.”
He laughed softly and pulled her closer. “I’ll hold you to that.”
*If you like what you read, please follow the comm as I have not been cross-posting my stories with any sort of regularity and most likely will not be in the future.*
Length/Word Count: 1245
Pairing/Characters: Kensi/Deeks
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Summary: A confession along with some burgers and beer. Takes place after 3x07 Honor.
“That was you wasn’t it?”
Deeks spun around in the hall to see Callen staring at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“On the radio. I’m right aren’t I?” a grin spread across his face. “You called a radio show to talk about your feelings for Kensi.”
“I don’t have feelings for Kensi,” he said quickly shaking his head.
“It was Kensi, Nell, or Hetty,” Callen said with a shrug. “I don’t think you’d be calling about Hetty, Eric would try to kick your ass if you were making a move on Nell, so that leaves Kensi.”
Deeks sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Don’t tell her.”
The grin fell from Callen’s face. “So it was you?”
Deeks nodded miserably. “And I don’t want Kensi to know. Not until I know what to do about it. Not until I can tell how she feels. I’m not stupid enough to mess up the team for a one night stand. If she feels the same, and if she wants what I want, we’ll figure it out. Until them, keep your mouth shut. Please.”
“I won’t say anything,” Callen said with a nod. “And Deeks, just so you know, she’s crazy about you, she just doesn’t know it.”
Deeks nodded. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
***
Burgers with his partner. As she pretended, and failed to be just one of the guys. That he couldn’t handle. Not when she gave him that look. That look that said she wanted a happy ending even though she didn’t have any idea how to go about getting it. That look that only lasted for a split second before she turned back into Kensi, his smart-aleck partner. That look that she didn’t even realize that he saw that told him there was something deep inside her that wanted to fairy tale.
***
The restaurant had been too crowded and he had let her talk him into getting something to go and taking the food back to her place for a movie instead of staying and watching the game. He objected for about 30 seconds before giving in. Now the food was gone, they were into their second six-pack of beer, and the movie they had been watching was almost over. As soon as the credits started to roll, she was going to kick him out. Maybe call him a cab, but kick him out for sure.
***
The credits were almost over when she turned to him. A half full bottle of beer dangled between her fingers and she looked more relaxed then she had in weeks.
“Another?” she asked softly.
He watched her eyes, surprised to find her gaze wasn’t guarded. He nodded. “Another cheesy comedy? Or maybe an action movie?”
She shook her head but didn’t offer him a suggestion of what to watch. He watched silently as she played with the label on her bottle. He could tell she had something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to say, but something was holding her back.
He took a chance. “Want to watch something more romantic? With a happy ending that requires a box of tissues to get through?”
She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Maybe.”
“You still feeling all romantic and sappy from the case? Planning to make me watch Eat, Pray, Love again?”
“No,” she shook her head and looked away.
“Kensi?” he asked, softly reaching his hand out to her. “Come on partner, what’s up?”
She shook her head. “Nothing Deeks. You know what, it’s late. You should probably go.”
“Fern?” he said gently, watching her reaction to the nickname. “What’s on your mind?”
“Just too much drinking and too much thinking,” she stood and set her bottle down. “I’ll be fine in the morning.”
Deeks took a deep breath, considering his words. “Can I ask you a question?”
She shrugged and sat back down. “What?”
“You know that guy on the radio that Callen heard?” he paused, looking for the right words. “Do you think he’s wrong in wanting to date a co-worker?”
Kensi stared off into space for a few moments before answering. “It depends. If he’s sure about how he feels, there isn’t anything wrong with it. But if he’s not sure, or if he thinks he may change his mind, it’s best to not bring it up.”
“Callen said he sounded pretty sure of himself,” Deeks said, watching Kensi closely. “He’s just not sure that she feels the same way.”
“So he has to figure out if she does,” Kensi said softly.
“Yup,” Deeks nodded. “But I think Callen said he didn’t know how to ask her how she felt without letting her know how he felt. And he didn’t want to mess up their friendship or their partnership if she didn’t feel the same way.”
Kensi nodded. “That would be a shame. Maybe he should just make a move and see what happens.”
“Maybe,” Deeks said softly as he watched her.
She looked up at him, and his eyes fell to her lips. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her. Unless he was wrong, and she wasn’t stringing him along the way he thought she was. He had seen her confident grin when Callen had brought up the radio call-in, but it could have been just because she thought she had an advantage over him.
“Please,” the word fell softly from her lips.
He looked back up at her eyes and saw his answer. Leaning forward he caught her lips with his own. His hands pulled her closer to him, one resting on her back, the other tangling into her hair. When she didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth.
She pulled away first and tugged him to his feet. He stopped her outside of her bedroom door.
“Wait. We can’t,” he whispered. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?” she asked, as she tugged at his shirt, trying to pull him into her room.
“Because we have time,” he said softly, pulling her against him for another kiss. “This isn’t a one night stand Kens. This is the start of something.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a relationship girl Deeks. I don’t know if I know how to do that. But I do know how to do this.”
“That’s just because you haven’t met the right guy,” he said gently. “But we can do this partner. We don’t have to rush it.”
“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Kensi said softly, a tear falling from her eye. “It’s lonely being alone.”
Deeks brushed it away. “I think you had one too many beers Kens, they’re trying to escape.”
She looked up at him with a frown and he tried not to laugh. He could tell her alcohol buzz was wearing off and exhaustion was starting to take over. He was sure she was going to have a hangover in the morning, and until they were both sober he didn’t want to upset the delicate balance of the potential relationship.
“Stay?” she asked softly, almost pleading. “I promise to be good.”
He nodded and followed her into her bedroom. Stepping out of his jeans he slid beneath her sheets.
He was almost asleep with her curled against him when he heard her whisper against his chest. “In the morning I plan to be very wicked.”
He laughed softly and pulled her closer. “I’ll hold you to that.”
*If you like what you read, please follow the comm as I have not been cross-posting my stories with any sort of regularity and most likely will not be in the future.*