“Give me your shirt.”
“Deeks. Give me your shirt.”
“This is my favorite shirt, Kens,” he said defiantly. “No way I want dead guy
juice on it.”
“I’ll have it cleaned,” she said, getting exasperated now.
“No! You can’t get rid of ghost…”
“What? Really Deeks?” Laughing a little at his peculiar reasoning. “You think
this guy will haunt your shirt?”
“Maybe,” he said, rubbing his hand over the black tee shirt.
Kensi had to admit he did look incredible in that particular black shirt. The
neckline revealed the base of his throat and her eyes rested there as she
struggled to find a way to convince him to give up his shirt. Then she began to smile and walked slowly around the dead guy as he lay forever silent on the cold metal pallet. She saw her partner’s eyes change color slightly and his face took on a look of suspicion as he began to back away from her.
“What are you doing?” He asked warily, looking around to discover she had backed him into a corner.
She stepped up close to him and reached up to release her ponytail, her dark
hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. He swallowed hard and a shy grin spread across his face as she rested her hand just above his heart, stepping closer as her own smile grew.
“You’re trying to seduce me,” huffing out a nervous laugh she found very sexy at the moment.
“What gave me away?” She whispered as her other hand slipped under the hem of the black tee and brushed across the muscles of his abdomen.
She felt him flinch and suck in a small breath, his eyes turbulent now with a
longing she was coming to recognize. Taking a small step forward, her knee
connected with the inside of his leg, and her heart began to pump a little
faster. Her eyes went once again to the hollow at the base of his throat and she had trouble keeping her objective in mind. She felt his hands slide up her arms and she shut her eyes briefly as her body flushed at his touch. She had both hands under his shirt now, her fingers moving lightly over the taut muscles of his chest. She could feel the warmth of his breath in her hair as he whispered her name, cautioning her about where they were and who might walk in on them, his nervous energy rippling through his body.
She pushed his shirt up, exposing his tan chest and she heard him moan softly as her mouth closed over his left nipple, her tongue moving back and forth as her hands gripped the dark fabric of the tee shirt. His long fingers were entangled in her hair as she pressed him against the wall, and he gently pulled her head up, his warm lips closing over hers, leaving her breathless at the powerful emotions that engulfed her. When his mouth released hers, she felt immediately sorry, her whole body tingling.
“This what you wanted?” he breathed out as he lifting the shirt over his head
and stood bare chested in front of her, the muscles of his forearm flexing as he offered her the shirt.
“I thought it was.”
“What else do you want?”
“Seriously?” His laugh echoing off the metal walls of the morgue.
“Sounds promising,” he whispered, pulling her to him and kissing her softly
before she took the shirt and stepped away, both reluctantly returning to the
job they’d been given.