Missing Scene drabble between Densi getting T-boned and them arriving back at OSP. Mostly cause I needed some fluffy Densi. Tumblr Exclusive (not going to be posted on ff.net at this stage).
The cab ride back to the Office of Special Projects was mostly silent. Kensi was pissed about her car that was currently being towed to the repair shop and both their minds still focused on the case which they couldn’t talk about with eavesdropping ears in the front seat. The taxi pulled up and Deeks tipped the driver as Kensi climbed out of the car and began the walk to OSP, making Deeks jog to catch up with her.
“Hey, hold up a sec.” He caught her elbow, making her stop in her tracks and face him. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Little bruised, a bit of hearing loss. I’m good.” She joked.
“Kens.” His other hand reached out so he was holding both her arms.
“I promise. I’m okay. Are you okay?” She asked.
“I will be in a moment.” And then he leaned down and kissed her soundly. Her hands came up to fist in his shirt while his fingers migrated from her arms, dancing down her waist, before settling in the back pockets of her jeans. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “Sorry, I know we’re on the clock but I just…”
“The law says we get 2 fifteen minute breaks a day.” She smiled up at him suggestively, rising up to press another passionate kiss to his lips.
“So we do.” He grinned. He was leaning down for yet another kiss when she flattened her palms against his chest, holding him back.
“But, I suggest we use the last few minutes to get back to OSP before Hetty sends out a search party, or worse, has Nell scan security footage.” She began walking again.
Deeks groaned and quickly moved to fall in step with his partner.
“Fine. But since we’re still technically on our break…” He stepped closer to her again, wrapping his arm around her back, resting his hand back over her ass through her jeans.
Kensi sighed, trying to seem put out by his overt public display of affection as they walked but she couldn’t quite hide her grin. A few feet later she gave in, wrapping her arm around her boyfriend and leaning further into his side, but not before grabbing his hand and moving it to settle in the slightly more appropriate location of her hip.
They were just outside the OSP doors when he stopped her one last time.
“You sure you’re good?”
This time she wasn’t faking her exasperation.
“Yes. But if it’ll make you feel better, you can give me a massage when we get home.” She dropped her arm from around him and stepped out of his embrace.
She winked at him before pushing the door open, rubbing at her neck for emphasis. His hand came up to her shoulder in a gentle squeeze before dropping again as they both got back to work.