FIC May I Have This Dance?
Title: May I Have This Dance?
Characters: Marty Deeks/Kensi Blye, appearances by other team members
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Series: N/A
Written For: fringedweller , smallfandomfest smallfandomfest
Prompt: slow dance
Summary: They had an assignment and a plan. But sometimes you need to be off-the-cuff.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Warnings: slight for language
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, either from the show, movie, or songs. Just borrowing them for a while and I’ll put them back when I’m done.
Author's Note: So this is my second of the three prompts I picked from smallfandomfest . The idea came easy, but the execution not so much. Thanks to illfindmyway for getting me over my stuck part today in addition to her other help and to irishjeeper for her title brainstorming and any other help she gave.
“I don’t like it,” Deeks said through the curtain that cut off his view of Kensi.
Kensi rolled her eyes, even though she knew Deeks couldn’t actually see her. “What part don’t you like?” she replied, pretty sure she knew the answer.
Deeks waved his hand around. “The part where you…”
Callen walked by, pausing long enough to weigh in on the discussion. “Choose your next words carefully, Deeks.”
His words made the other man pause and Deeks finished lamely, “I just don’t like it.”
Kensi poked her head out of the dressing room. “You do remember that I can kick your ass and I have done this before, right?”
“Yeah, but that was…before. And I…” He paused as Kensi stepped out of the dressing area, moving over to stand before the mirror and turning to look at herself. “I…um…wow.”
“Put your tongue back in your mouth, Deeks. You’ve seen it already,” she said over her shoulder.
He glanced around to make sure they were as unobserved as they got while in headquarters, then moved up so he was standing behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You look fabulous.”
“This is part of our job,” she reminded him. “I have been the honeypot before and unless we’re going to a gay bar or after a straight woman, I’m going to be it again. You need to deal with it. Besides I’ll have to deal with it when it’s your turn.”
“Does that mean I have to like it?” he whined.
“No, but you have to be a big boy about it,” she told him.
He took a deep breath and squeezed her gently, opening his mouth to say something else, when Hetty’s voice came from behind them, “Mr. Deeks, if you muss her, I will not be pleased.”
Kensi laughed as Deeks let out a squeak and jumped away from her. She turned back to the mirror as he shoved his hands in his pockets, smoothing down the skirt on the form fitting navy dress she wore. “He didn’t, Hetty.”
“Is there a problem here?” Hetty asked.
“N-n-no,” Deeks stuttered, trying to back farther away. “Just um just.” He stopped and straightened his jacket.
“Mr. Deeks, you have clothing you need to keep in one piece also,” Hetty reminded him. She handed a clutch to Kensi. “Your ID and credit card, with a line of credit that will more than sell your cover.” She dangled a set of keys. “And your keys.”
“I’ll take those,” Deeks said. When Hetty looked at him, he quickly pointed out, “She can’t drive herself, Hetty. It just wouldn’t look right. And you weren’t really planning to send her in alone, were you? I mean…” He stopped and favored her with a sad look. “I am her partner. And she can’t go in without back-up.”
“If you get so much as a scratch on her,” Hetty warned.
“Nothing’ll be protected better than Kensi,” Deeks promised. Hetty stared at him for a moment before dropping the keys into his hand and walking away.
“You…didn’t actually promise not to scratch the car,” Kensi commented.
Deeks grinned at her, before curling his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. “Yeah. I know.” He trailed a fingertip across the cleavage revealed by the plunging neckline of her dress. “You look…stunning. I wish you weren’t dressed up for this mark.”
“Be a good boy tonight and we can play dress up for real another night,” Kensi replied as she leaned into him.
“Oh, I can be a very good boy,” Deeks promised.
“I know you can, but I want you to behave tonight,” Kensi told him.
He leaned his head against hers for a moment, before kissing her softly. “I promise. Boy Scout’s honor.” He grinned at her. “I’ll go get the car.”
“Deeks, you were never a Boy Scout!” Kensi yelled after him.
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The valet hurried up as Deeks eased the ‘Vette up next to the curb, opening the door for Kensi as the car slid to a stop. “Fern, baby girl,” Deeks started as she turned to stride into the club.
“I’m not in the mood, Alex,” she snapped back.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” He snaked his arm around her waist, leaning in like he was going to nuzzle her, but reminding her in a low voice, “Distress word is Macarena. Ready to slap me?”
“I slap you and neither one of us will get into the club,” she pointed out. She acted like she was trying to pull away. “I just want to dance for a little while, Alex. Seriously what’s the BFG?”
“The deal is I don’t want other guys hitting on you,” Deeks replied, holding her against him.
“Well, learn to deal with it.” Kensi wrenched herself away from him and stalked up to the bouncer, putting on a pretty pout. “Ya gonna let me in?” she asked.
“You want me to keep your boy out?” the bouncer asked.
Kensi sighed as Deeks came up behind her, a bit contrite now. “No.” She glared over her shoulder at him. “He’s not…Alex, stop.” She shrugged off the arm he’d slung across her shoulders. “He’s clingy, but he’s not going to start anything, right?”
“No. Absolutely not.” Deeks smiled winningly at the bouncer.
“Even the hint of trouble and you are out on your ass,” the bouncer warned.
Deeks slipped a fifty into the man’s hand as he clasped it. “Not an iota.”
Kensi knew he wanted to let his hand drift to her back or around her waist as they were walking in, but that wasn’t the personas they were playing tonight. She drifted towards him, brushing up against him, and hoping it conveyed what she wanted. “Buy me a drink?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he replied. He turned as they entered the main part of the room, heading for the bar. Over the year plus that they’d been working together, not to mention the short time they’d been sleeping together, they’d developed a short hand and a way of communication. He knew she didn’t really want a drink; she simply wanted him to fall back and let her work the crowd.
He ordered a beer and lounged against the bar, scanning the crowded floor as he listened through his ear piece to Kensi. Deeks wanted nothing more than to head out onto the floor and grab her, show everyone that she was his, but he also had to admire the way she worked the men who approached her.
Kensi could take down any man that dared lay a hand on her; Deeks had no doubt of that, but she also had a cover to maintain.
The first few guys, she put off with a look and a few cutting words, but then they began to get a bit more persistent. Deeks was a pro at reading people and when a man who looked like he'd come straight out of a Godfather spoof started to drunkenly hit on her, Deeks knew Kensi would have to drop him before he'd leave her alone. This was going to create a major problem because it looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get away without making a scene.
Deeks knew he was going to have to act quickly.
He sighed as he weighed his options before coming to a decision. He just hoped Kensi didn’t end up dropping him for what he was about to do. Glancing around, he re-cataloged the set-up of the dance floor and DJ stand. Making a decision, he quickly skirted the floor and grabbed a mic from the stand. Leaning over, he spoke quickly to the girl behind the mixer. She started to grin as he explained his plan and she nodded quickly, flipping through her CDs. She finally found the one he’d requested and it took only a matter of moments for her to flip the system over to karaoke, motioning to him.
“Hey, ladies and gentleman. I know its Saturday night, but apparently we’ve had a bit of a lovers’ spat. And this guy would really like to make it up to his girl,” the DJ said over her mic. “So excuse this little karaoke break. Look at it this way. It’s free live entertainment. And hey, you might even get to see a drink thrown in his face.”
Deeks crossed over to where Kensi was still trying to fend off the Godfather reject without laying him out on the floor, bringing up the mic he’d commandeered as the words came up on the screen behind him. He was totally blaming this idea on too many viewings of Top Gun as a kid, but it seemed to be the only thing he could come up with that didn’t involve immediately starting a fight. And Hetty would not be pleased if she had to bail them out of jail again.
Reaching her, he held a hand out. You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, baby.
But baby, baby I know it...
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.
Kensi folded her arms, favoring him with a look, and refusing to take his outstretched. “Alex, really?”
Deeks winked at her, a grin starting to form as he began the next verse, Now there's no welcome look in your eyes
when I reach for you.
And now you’re starting to criticize little things I do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
'Cause baby, something in you is dying.
You lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah
Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find every day.
So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away. He suited actions to words, getting down on his knees and looking up at her. “I’m sorry, Fern,” he said the music continued playing. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Don’t. Please don’t go off with this guy.”
“So I should just forget what you said to me?” she demanded.
“I’m a guy! I’m an idiot!” he protested.
“I’m not saying I forgive you,” she told him. “But I’m willing to listen to what you have to say for yourself.”
“Come home with me?” he requested.
She took the hand he was still holding out to her. “Okay.”
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Kensi slammed the door behind her as she entered the house. “What were you thinking?” she demanded.
“I was thinking that guy wouldn’t leave you alone and you were going to break his arm pretty soon,” Deeks answered. “And that would blow our covers. This way we can go back in tomorrow and make another play.”
“You could have blown the whole damn op,” she snapped. Leaning against the wall and slipping her shoes off, she tossed them into the corner. She’d deal with the fallout from Hetty tomorrow. “There were so many ways it could have gone wrong.”
“But it didn’t,” he answered her. “We pulled it off and we can go back in tomorrow and finish this.”
“Deeks, it was an unnecessary risk!”
He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. He hadn’t had time to go get a haircut recently and it was longer than it had been in recent memory. Almost as long as it had been when he’d first joined NCIS. Drifting over by the stereo, he fiddled with it for a minute before settling on a CD and turning back to her. “I’m sorry,” he told her as he made his way back over to where she stood in the middle of the floor. “At the time, it seemed like a good way to get you out of there without blowing our cover. And I was kinda hoping you’d find it romantic.”
“You watch too many movies, D,” she responded as he ran a hand down her arm, taking her hand. “What?” she asked.
“Dance with me?” he requested.
Kensi let him take her hand, drawing it towards him, and holding it against his chest as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. “This does not mean I forgive you,” she informed him.
“I never thought it did,” he replied. He spread his hand across the small of her back, pulling her flush up against him as he began to move their bodies to the music.
For a few moments, it was quiet as they moved to the beat of the music. Kensi’s head started to drift towards his shoulder when she suddenly recognized the song that was playing. “Deeks, are you trying to tell me something?”
He nudged her head back down. “Hush, Kensi, it’s the King.”
Unable to resist, she turned her head, kissing him hungrily. Deeks moaned into her mouth, his hand dropping down to cup her ass and hitch her higher against him. Kensi pulled back just enough to speak, telling him, “Come on, cop, take me to bed or lose me forever.”
Deeks laughed at her words and proceeded to do just that.
The lyrics came from here:
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling
The songs from this story (for downloading):
Can’t Help Falling in Love
You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'
The infamous scene from Top Gun
Characters: Marty Deeks/Kensi Blye, appearances by other team members
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Series: N/A
Written For: fringedweller , smallfandomfest smallfandomfest
Prompt: slow dance
Summary: They had an assignment and a plan. But sometimes you need to be off-the-cuff.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Warnings: slight for language
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, either from the show, movie, or songs. Just borrowing them for a while and I’ll put them back when I’m done.
Author's Note: So this is my second of the three prompts I picked from smallfandomfest . The idea came easy, but the execution not so much. Thanks to illfindmyway for getting me over my stuck part today in addition to her other help and to irishjeeper for her title brainstorming and any other help she gave.
“I don’t like it,” Deeks said through the curtain that cut off his view of Kensi.
Kensi rolled her eyes, even though she knew Deeks couldn’t actually see her. “What part don’t you like?” she replied, pretty sure she knew the answer.
Deeks waved his hand around. “The part where you…”
Callen walked by, pausing long enough to weigh in on the discussion. “Choose your next words carefully, Deeks.”
His words made the other man pause and Deeks finished lamely, “I just don’t like it.”
Kensi poked her head out of the dressing room. “You do remember that I can kick your ass and I have done this before, right?”
“Yeah, but that was…before. And I…” He paused as Kensi stepped out of the dressing area, moving over to stand before the mirror and turning to look at herself. “I…um…wow.”
“Put your tongue back in your mouth, Deeks. You’ve seen it already,” she said over her shoulder.
He glanced around to make sure they were as unobserved as they got while in headquarters, then moved up so he was standing behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You look fabulous.”
“This is part of our job,” she reminded him. “I have been the honeypot before and unless we’re going to a gay bar or after a straight woman, I’m going to be it again. You need to deal with it. Besides I’ll have to deal with it when it’s your turn.”
“Does that mean I have to like it?” he whined.
“No, but you have to be a big boy about it,” she told him.
He took a deep breath and squeezed her gently, opening his mouth to say something else, when Hetty’s voice came from behind them, “Mr. Deeks, if you muss her, I will not be pleased.”
Kensi laughed as Deeks let out a squeak and jumped away from her. She turned back to the mirror as he shoved his hands in his pockets, smoothing down the skirt on the form fitting navy dress she wore. “He didn’t, Hetty.”
“Is there a problem here?” Hetty asked.
“N-n-no,” Deeks stuttered, trying to back farther away. “Just um just.” He stopped and straightened his jacket.
“Mr. Deeks, you have clothing you need to keep in one piece also,” Hetty reminded him. She handed a clutch to Kensi. “Your ID and credit card, with a line of credit that will more than sell your cover.” She dangled a set of keys. “And your keys.”
“I’ll take those,” Deeks said. When Hetty looked at him, he quickly pointed out, “She can’t drive herself, Hetty. It just wouldn’t look right. And you weren’t really planning to send her in alone, were you? I mean…” He stopped and favored her with a sad look. “I am her partner. And she can’t go in without back-up.”
“If you get so much as a scratch on her,” Hetty warned.
“Nothing’ll be protected better than Kensi,” Deeks promised. Hetty stared at him for a moment before dropping the keys into his hand and walking away.
“You…didn’t actually promise not to scratch the car,” Kensi commented.
Deeks grinned at her, before curling his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. “Yeah. I know.” He trailed a fingertip across the cleavage revealed by the plunging neckline of her dress. “You look…stunning. I wish you weren’t dressed up for this mark.”
“Be a good boy tonight and we can play dress up for real another night,” Kensi replied as she leaned into him.
“Oh, I can be a very good boy,” Deeks promised.
“I know you can, but I want you to behave tonight,” Kensi told him.
He leaned his head against hers for a moment, before kissing her softly. “I promise. Boy Scout’s honor.” He grinned at her. “I’ll go get the car.”
“Deeks, you were never a Boy Scout!” Kensi yelled after him.
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The valet hurried up as Deeks eased the ‘Vette up next to the curb, opening the door for Kensi as the car slid to a stop. “Fern, baby girl,” Deeks started as she turned to stride into the club.
“I’m not in the mood, Alex,” she snapped back.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” He snaked his arm around her waist, leaning in like he was going to nuzzle her, but reminding her in a low voice, “Distress word is Macarena. Ready to slap me?”
“I slap you and neither one of us will get into the club,” she pointed out. She acted like she was trying to pull away. “I just want to dance for a little while, Alex. Seriously what’s the BFG?”
“The deal is I don’t want other guys hitting on you,” Deeks replied, holding her against him.
“Well, learn to deal with it.” Kensi wrenched herself away from him and stalked up to the bouncer, putting on a pretty pout. “Ya gonna let me in?” she asked.
“You want me to keep your boy out?” the bouncer asked.
Kensi sighed as Deeks came up behind her, a bit contrite now. “No.” She glared over her shoulder at him. “He’s not…Alex, stop.” She shrugged off the arm he’d slung across her shoulders. “He’s clingy, but he’s not going to start anything, right?”
“No. Absolutely not.” Deeks smiled winningly at the bouncer.
“Even the hint of trouble and you are out on your ass,” the bouncer warned.
Deeks slipped a fifty into the man’s hand as he clasped it. “Not an iota.”
Kensi knew he wanted to let his hand drift to her back or around her waist as they were walking in, but that wasn’t the personas they were playing tonight. She drifted towards him, brushing up against him, and hoping it conveyed what she wanted. “Buy me a drink?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he replied. He turned as they entered the main part of the room, heading for the bar. Over the year plus that they’d been working together, not to mention the short time they’d been sleeping together, they’d developed a short hand and a way of communication. He knew she didn’t really want a drink; she simply wanted him to fall back and let her work the crowd.
He ordered a beer and lounged against the bar, scanning the crowded floor as he listened through his ear piece to Kensi. Deeks wanted nothing more than to head out onto the floor and grab her, show everyone that she was his, but he also had to admire the way she worked the men who approached her.
Kensi could take down any man that dared lay a hand on her; Deeks had no doubt of that, but she also had a cover to maintain.
The first few guys, she put off with a look and a few cutting words, but then they began to get a bit more persistent. Deeks was a pro at reading people and when a man who looked like he'd come straight out of a Godfather spoof started to drunkenly hit on her, Deeks knew Kensi would have to drop him before he'd leave her alone. This was going to create a major problem because it looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get away without making a scene.
Deeks knew he was going to have to act quickly.
He sighed as he weighed his options before coming to a decision. He just hoped Kensi didn’t end up dropping him for what he was about to do. Glancing around, he re-cataloged the set-up of the dance floor and DJ stand. Making a decision, he quickly skirted the floor and grabbed a mic from the stand. Leaning over, he spoke quickly to the girl behind the mixer. She started to grin as he explained his plan and she nodded quickly, flipping through her CDs. She finally found the one he’d requested and it took only a matter of moments for her to flip the system over to karaoke, motioning to him.
“Hey, ladies and gentleman. I know its Saturday night, but apparently we’ve had a bit of a lovers’ spat. And this guy would really like to make it up to his girl,” the DJ said over her mic. “So excuse this little karaoke break. Look at it this way. It’s free live entertainment. And hey, you might even get to see a drink thrown in his face.”
Deeks crossed over to where Kensi was still trying to fend off the Godfather reject without laying him out on the floor, bringing up the mic he’d commandeered as the words came up on the screen behind him. He was totally blaming this idea on too many viewings of Top Gun as a kid, but it seemed to be the only thing he could come up with that didn’t involve immediately starting a fight. And Hetty would not be pleased if she had to bail them out of jail again.
Reaching her, he held a hand out. You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, baby.
But baby, baby I know it...
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.
Kensi folded her arms, favoring him with a look, and refusing to take his outstretched. “Alex, really?”
Deeks winked at her, a grin starting to form as he began the next verse, Now there's no welcome look in your eyes
when I reach for you.
And now you’re starting to criticize little things I do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
'Cause baby, something in you is dying.
You lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah
Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find every day.
So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away. He suited actions to words, getting down on his knees and looking up at her. “I’m sorry, Fern,” he said the music continued playing. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Don’t. Please don’t go off with this guy.”
“So I should just forget what you said to me?” she demanded.
“I’m a guy! I’m an idiot!” he protested.
“I’m not saying I forgive you,” she told him. “But I’m willing to listen to what you have to say for yourself.”
“Come home with me?” he requested.
She took the hand he was still holding out to her. “Okay.”
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Kensi slammed the door behind her as she entered the house. “What were you thinking?” she demanded.
“I was thinking that guy wouldn’t leave you alone and you were going to break his arm pretty soon,” Deeks answered. “And that would blow our covers. This way we can go back in tomorrow and make another play.”
“You could have blown the whole damn op,” she snapped. Leaning against the wall and slipping her shoes off, she tossed them into the corner. She’d deal with the fallout from Hetty tomorrow. “There were so many ways it could have gone wrong.”
“But it didn’t,” he answered her. “We pulled it off and we can go back in tomorrow and finish this.”
“Deeks, it was an unnecessary risk!”
He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. He hadn’t had time to go get a haircut recently and it was longer than it had been in recent memory. Almost as long as it had been when he’d first joined NCIS. Drifting over by the stereo, he fiddled with it for a minute before settling on a CD and turning back to her. “I’m sorry,” he told her as he made his way back over to where she stood in the middle of the floor. “At the time, it seemed like a good way to get you out of there without blowing our cover. And I was kinda hoping you’d find it romantic.”
“You watch too many movies, D,” she responded as he ran a hand down her arm, taking her hand. “What?” she asked.
“Dance with me?” he requested.
Kensi let him take her hand, drawing it towards him, and holding it against his chest as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. “This does not mean I forgive you,” she informed him.
“I never thought it did,” he replied. He spread his hand across the small of her back, pulling her flush up against him as he began to move their bodies to the music.
For a few moments, it was quiet as they moved to the beat of the music. Kensi’s head started to drift towards his shoulder when she suddenly recognized the song that was playing. “Deeks, are you trying to tell me something?”
He nudged her head back down. “Hush, Kensi, it’s the King.”
Unable to resist, she turned her head, kissing him hungrily. Deeks moaned into her mouth, his hand dropping down to cup her ass and hitch her higher against him. Kensi pulled back just enough to speak, telling him, “Come on, cop, take me to bed or lose me forever.”
Deeks laughed at her words and proceeded to do just that.
The lyrics came from here:
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling
The songs from this story (for downloading):
Can’t Help Falling in Love
You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'
The infamous scene from Top Gun
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