A/N: You should know this chapter is 90% smut with 10% fluff. Seriously, I’m delving back into Smutsville for this one.
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Just Know My Heart is Breaking Too, Part 24
They end up at Deeks’ apartment, only because it’s closer and neither one of them has the patience to wait any longer than absolutely necessary. Kensi spent the entire drive kissing Deeks’ neck between lights while his hand crept higher up her thigh so by the time they arrive, Kensi’s half ready to climb over the console and straddle Deeks.
As soon as the door is closed behind them, Deeks catches Kensi around the waist and spins her so she’s pressed against a wall. He braces his arm above her, his eyes the deepest blue as he stares down at her, the intensity sending a shiver of anticipation through Kensi.
“Kensi, are you—?”
“Yes,” she interrupts, anticipating his question. They’ve gone through so much to get to this moment, she’s not going to let anything else get in the way. “I want you. That’s not going to stop. Now will you please kiss me?”
Deeks doesn’t say another word, pressing his mouth to hers and Kensi grips his shoulder, tugging him closer. It’s everything she’s been missing. That’s she’s needed the last two years.
Dropping her head back hard enough to make a dull thud, Kensi focuses on Deeks’ fingers moving along her waist and up to her neck. Every touch leaves a trail of heat in its wake, stoking the fire within her even higher.
Deeks sucks her bottom lip between his, one hand cupping the back of her head to protect it from the wall, the other holding her thigh up around his hip. Kensi groans in response and rolls her hips, her stomach clenching arousal as she rubs against his bulge.
He makes a sound that’s a mixture of surprised laughter and slightly pained delight. Pulling back with a gasp, he rests his forehead against Kensi’s for a second.
“Oh my god. Kensi,” he mutters, still breathing unevenly.
“Are you gonna be ok?” she teases.
“It has been a while.” Unexpectedly, Deeks lifts her up at the same time he thrusts against her.
It pulls a stuttered breath out of her and she closes her eyes for a few seconds, meeting the movement of his hips with hers in an uneven rhythm.
“Then we’re, ah, we’ll just have to practice.”
Kensi loops her arms around his neck, grinning into the next kiss as he carries her to the bedroom. She barely notices anything about the room, too focused on Deeks. He sets her on the bed, following her as she lies down, drawing him back into her arms.
Brushing his lips under her jaw, Deeks slowly undresses her, kissing every inch of skin along the way with absolute reverence.
In the quiet of the room, some of Kensi’s urgency dissipates. They don’t need to rush. They have time. They have each other for more than tonight.
Kensi gasps, arching her back as Deeks nips at the top of her breasts and then wraps his lips around her nipple. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, working at the buttons of Deeks’ shirt until she’s able to push it off his shoulders. She makes a sound of relief when Deeks bare skin finally presses against hers and takes advantage of the opportunity to run her fingers along his back and upper hips before finally anchoring in the curls at the base of his head.
While he whispers soft words of praise, Deeks continues his descent until he’s settled between her thighs. She shudders against Deeks’ mouth, her back arching and fingers tightening in his hair after just a few minutes.
“I guess I don’t need thar much practice after all,” he teases, caressing her inner thighs with his thumbs. Kensi shudders at the sensation, her need for Deeks stronger than ever.
“Come here.” She tugs at Deeks’ shoulders and he helpfully settles next to her, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck. It’s unbearably affectionate. Caring. Everything she loves about him.
“I love you,” Kensi sighs.
Lifting his head, Deeks stares at her with mild shock in his eyes. Then all at once, his face lights up with a brilliant, exultant smile.
“I love you too,” he says, guiding her mouth back to his.
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A/N: I think they earned this after all I put them through, right?
A/N: Kensi’s POV from the deleted scene in “Recovery”. Except I added onto it and it turned out a little steamier than I anticipated.
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Just This Night
Her skin is burning hot, even as goosebumps erupt all along her side. Right along the path Deeks just ran his hands. Kensi tips her head back, giving him access to her neck, and she doesn’t even try to stop her groan as his lips and tongue gently make the soft skin.
She’s thought of this moment an embarrassing number of times in recent months, and somehow it’s even better than anything she’d imagined. Reaching out, she manages to find the back of Deeks’ neck, sliding her fingers up until they tangle in his hair. Gently, she tugs until he lifts his head.
He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted, hair still neat despite her wandering hands; he’s never looked better.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice so soft it makes her heart clench in a way that almost physically hurts. She loves him so much it’s terrifying.
Playing with the ends of his hair, Kensi stares up at him long enough that his eyebrows start to lower in worry.
“Nothing,” she assures him. She can’t tell him that she just needed to see him. That she can’t quite believe this is happening. That being in his arms feels like some kind of dream.
Before he can say anything else, Kensi surges up, catching his lips with hers. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, so filled with want and desire, her entire body flushes with heat and her stomach clenches, legs restlessly shifting against Deeks.
“Deeks, I need you,” she whispers, tugging at his shirt. The buttons are a mildly frustrating hinderance between her and Deeks’ skin, but she gets them undone quickly enough, pushes the shirt off his shoulders, sighing when she finally presses her hands to his bare chest.
Kensi smoothed her hands up his chest, over shoulders, working back down his arm before finally settling low on his abdomen. If this is the only time they have together, like this, she plans to make the most of every moment. His muscles tremble when she brushes even lower, creeping under the waistband of his pants.
“Kens.” He makes a breathless sound that might be a laugh, or a gasp. Whatever it is, makes her want to tease him even more. Slowly, she eases the button free, creating just enough space to slip her hand inside his pants. “Oh my god. Kensi,” he says, when she lightly palms him, and this time it’s definitely a gasp.
“That’s a bold move.” He presses his forehead to hers, hips moving in time with her hand.
“Well, I wanted to get your attention,” she whispers in his ear, grinning when he lets out a breathy laugh.
“Touché.” After a few more moments, he gently eases her hand away, dropping a kiss on her lips. He winks, slowly moving down her body. The sight she has before he lowers his head is delighted smirk, bangs falling in his eyes.
Yes, she’s going to savor every single second of tonight.
A/N: Since it’s been so cold here in the Midwest, I figured Densi could help heat things up. Warning, things get spicy. There’s lemons all over.
Shoutout to @mashmaiden for making all these nice pics for me to use. She’s the best!
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Kensi finished brushing out her damp hair, eyeing her reflection in the bedroom mirror as she reached for the bottle of leave-in conditioner. She swore under her breath when she realized she’d somehow grabbed Deeks’ shampoo instead.
Apparently he hadn’t missed it yet since she hadn’t heard yelling from the bathroom. Hitching her towel a little higher, Kensi walked back over to the master bath, and swung the door open, coming face-to-face with a very wet, and mostly naked Deeks.
“Hey,” he said taking a step back.
“Hey.”
There was an unexpected, and sudden tension between them, made all the more visceral in the steamy room.
She saw Deeks’ eyes drifting over her, pausing on the swells of breasts peeking over the top of her towel while she perused his half-naked body. Little droplets of moisture dotted his toned shoulders, trailing down his chest, and over his stomach to disappear in the towel hanging low around his hips. Heat flashed across her skin and pooled low in her belly.
She swallowed heavily, realizing just how long it had been since they’d truly been alone together. They were alway rushing around to get work, to drop Rosa up or pick her up from school. And there always seemed to be someone around. Except for today, since Rosa was hanging with a friend and Roberta had a Pilates class.
Deeks licked his bottom lip, eyes impossibly blue with desire and now focused on her mouth.
She reached for his face at the same time he backed her up against the closed door, kissing her with enough intensity to make her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair, drawing him even closer as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Sucking his bottom lip between her teeth, Kensi tugged at towel tied around his waist, desperately needing to touch all of him. She finally got it off and ran her fingers from the top of his shoulders to his hips, urging him against her.
Based on the hard ridge of his erection pressing into her inner thigh, he was just aroused as she was. She purposely rubbed against him, relishing the way his hands reflexively tightened on her back.
Deeks made a soft noise in the back of his throat in response. His hand drifted up to cup her cheek and he smiled against her mouth, lips soft for a second before he resumed the kiss with increased intensity.
Oh, she had missed this.
She arched against him and her own towel finely gave in and dropped to the floor, leaving them both blessedly naked. Deeks broke away with a gasp, sucking in a deep breath.
He rested his forehead against hers while they both breathed unevenly. Brushing her hair back from her cheek, Deeks laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her throat.
“Mm,” Kensi sighed, tilting her head back to give him better access. “Deeks, don’t you dare stop”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, sliding his palm across the length of her thigh.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Happy second day of Densimber.
Fabulous newly married couple end up doing work as unpaid detectives.
They're not rich jet setters, like they were in the 80s, though.
She's a veterinarian and he's a child psychologist (he wears glasses) and they listen to too many true crime podcasts on their commute to work together.
They're both extremely nerdy but end up having to wear more and more elaborate disguises as they try to solve cases and end up having fun role playing.
Dearest Anon, how do I love thee, let me count the ways... I wrote you smut. The end.
As for the "real life AU", I just decided I would use the Stripped AU as my basis for this one-shot. So, if you've never read Stripped now may be the time. And since this is the case you can imagine IT IS NSFW. SO NSFW.
And as always, I love you all. You're the most beautiful and wonderful and I always enjoy hearing from you.
Words: 1602
Rating: M+
The day had been long for Bonnibel. Between meetings, corporate bargainings, and phone calls, she was beginning to resent the CEO job. She sighed and the sound of it reverberated in the empty space of her office. Leaning back in her office chair, she unpinned the bun that had been sitting at the back of her skull, letting loose the strawberry-blonde locks.
“Mrs. Bubblegum, you have a visitor.” Bonnibel reached her index finger out and pressed a button down on her phone.
“Bonnibel Bubblegum!” Her stomach dropped. She’d know that voice anywhere.
“Rita.” Bonnibel’s smile was fake and hollow but friendly nonetheless.
Bonnibel had known Rita since she had become CEO of her father’s company. Rita had been an integral part of her upbringing in the political world of owning a business and if it hadn’t been for her, Bonnibel may never had gained her foothold. That didn’t mean that Bonnibel liked her, though. She actually loathed Rita, for many reasons, and once the she had hurdled the initial learning curve she sent Rita on her way. Well, she tried to.
Before Bonnibel could protest, Rita had crossed the room and taken a place behind her desk. She propped her bottom against the edge of the writing surface and leaned forward, her fire-red curls framing her chubby and freckled face. Bonnibel remained still, her body pressed tight against the chair in an attempt to put as much space between them. She could feel the heat of Rita’s breath as she placed her hand on the headrest of Bonnibel’s chair.
“It’s been a long time, Bonnibel.” Her words were low and graced with the air of persuasion.
“It has, Rita. I’m sure you heard about my getting married about three years back.” It wasn’t a question. Bonnibel meant it as a threat; a warning.
Rita chuckled sinisterly. “You remember all the fun we use to have, right? Why let a silly little thing like marriage get in the way of a good time?”
It happened faster than Bonnibel had anticipated and before she could flinch away, Rita had pressed their lips together. It was sloppy, unnatural, and Bonnibel could feel her stomach rise in her throat.
That moment turned out to be when Marceline walked in.
“What is going on here?!” Marceline’s voice was booming, causing Rita to recoil and snap her gaze to the door. Bonnibel wiped at her mouth in disgust, frantically trying to remove Rita’s lipstick from her face.
Marceline trudged across the room and gripped Rita by the collar of her suit jacket.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if I ever see you again you’ll be waking up in a hospital.” She growled the words in Rita’s face before hauling her to the office door and tossing her out. Marceline added a swift kick to her rear as she stumbled forward, causing her to fall flat on her front before she slammed the door closed and locked it.
“Marceline-” she turned around to face Bonnibel, her hands balled into fists. The livid look in her eyes cut Bonnibel’s words short.
“No. Don’t you ‘Marceline’ me. What was that about?!” Marceline jabbed her finger at the door as she stalked towards where Bonnibel was standing behind her desk.
“It wasn’t anything! One moment I’m sitting here, and the next she’s forcing herself on me!” Bonnibel was still wiping at her lips when Marceline got to her. She stayed on the opposite side from Bonnibel, her arms crossed over her chest and her jaw set.
“You didn’t really seem to be resisting. Is this a common occurrence, Bonni?” Bonnibel furrowed her brow at Marceline in disbelief.
“What? No! I haven’t touched another person since I met you!” Marceline scoffed.
“Sure doesn’t seem that way to me! Who knows what you’re up to here when I’m not around! Maybe I’ll just find someone to keep me company when you’re not at home.” She turned her back to Bonnibel, making her way for the exit. Before Marceline took a step, Bonnibel reached across the desk, grabbing her by the hood of her jacket and dragging her across the surface until Bonnibel was able to wrap her arms around her.
They struggled against each other until Bonnibel bit down viciously on Marceline’s shoulder, snarling her words through clenched teeth. “Now listen here.” she tore away and Marceline’s fingers instinctively gripped at Bonnibel’s hand as she gasped. “I am yours just as much as you are mine. And if I have to,” Bonnibel’s hands snaked across Marceline’s body, “I will mark you as my own.” She lashed out again with her teeth, gripping the flesh of Marceline’s neck and eliciting a restrained scream. Marceline’s fingers flew to Bonnibel’s hair, grasping a handful of tresses and drawing her in.
Their gazes met and the tension mounted. Marceline’s eyes shifted through several different emotions until she finally smirked wolfishly, her body language becoming challenging. “Do it.”
Bonnibel wasted no time in ripping the hoodie and the shirt beneath it from Marceline’s body. She wanted at her skin and when her nails met the smooth and supple surface of Marceline’s body, she dug in. Bonnibel drug both of her hands across her torso, one above her breasts and the other across an undulating stomach and relished the bright crimson welts that appeared. Her lips sucked at the flesh of Marceline’s neck, nipping and pulling, until she released it to reveal purplish marks.
Marceline’s voice mounted as Bonnibel freed the bra from her body and gripped her breasts. She tweaked each pert nipple between her thumb and forefingers, rolling and tugging at them. Bonnibel put her lips to Marceline’s ear, running the tip of her tongue against the outer edge.
“If you don’t stay quiet I’ll have to make you shut up.” Bonnibel whispered the words low and harsh. Marceline’s chest heaved against the palms of her hands, pushing against them to gain more pressure.
“And how are you- hnah, going to do- mmh, that?” Her words came between sensual moans. Bonnibel reached to her jacket pocket and removed the handkerchief she found there. Balling it up, she pressed it into Marceline’s mouth to quell the noises.
“That’s better.” Bonnibel’s grin was ruthless and Marceline stared back at her, wide-eyed and blushing. Bonnibel held their eye contact, the smirk never fading as she ran her fingertips down Marceline’s toned abdomen to the button of her jeans.
With the finesse of an expert, Bonnibel popped the button loose and slid the zipper down. Slowly sliding her fingers beneath the hem of Marceline’s cotton panties, Bonnibel slipped further down until she was met with the slick feel of Marceline’s drenched womanhood.
Ignoring Marceline’s sensitive bud she traced along her outer lips until coming to her flowing entrance. Collecting some of the wetness on her fingers, she teased her digits back up the heated area, swirling around Marceline’s engorged jewel. At the touch, Marceline’s hips bucked forward, wanting to be stroked again. Bonnibel dipped her head down and slid the flat of her tongue against the bite marks she had left, soothing them, before she slid her fingertips down and plunged her digits inside of Marceline’s awaiting passage.
Bonnibel was rough and thrusted inside of Marceline with as much force as she could. Each time she entered she curled her fingers inwards to brush against the sensitive spot inside. She held Marceline against her, rocking with her through each dive of her fingers. They melded together; hips rising to meet thrusts and chests rolling together. The pad of Bonnibel’s hand ground against Marceline’s erect bundle of nerves with each movement, and she could feel Marceline’s tunnel beginning to tense around her digits.
If it hadn’t been for the cloth that Bonnibel had forced into Marceline’s mouth the scream that tore through her throat may have warranted someone calling the police. She clamped her hand over Marceline’s lips to dampen the sound as her fingers continued to work diligently within her. When the guttural moans ceased and Marceline’s body came to a shuddering halt, Bonnibel reached up and removed the handkerchief from her mouth.
For a long while the only sound in the room was Marceline’s exhausted panting and the subtle tick of the wall clock. Bonnibel held her, kissing the red marks on her neck and tasting the saltiness of the sweat that covered her body until she finally pulled herself from Marceline’s throbbing channel.
“Now. If we have everything settled, I need to get back to work.” she wiped the remnants of their activities on her napkin before placing it in a drawer in her desk. “Also, I’ll be expecting compensation for this when I get home tonight.”
She sat back in her chair and began tidying the papers that had fallen on the floor. When Bonnibel looked back up Marceline was busy pulling her hoodie back on. She turned to face Bonnibel, a sly grin on her lips. “Shall I get dressed up for the occasion?”
Never peeling her eyes away from the papers in front of her, Bonnibel smiled. “Mhm. And if you don’t mind, I think I’d prefer the red lingerie tonight.”
Marceline laughed softly before leaning across the desk and placing a kiss on Bonnibel’s forehead. “Whatever you want, Princess.”
