Negative Nelly and The Nachos: An NCISLA Post Episode FanFic (S6E15)

She saw him frown, lifting that one eyebrow of his that always signaled confusion and quite possibly hurt feelings. She had seen that tell a number of times since they had gotten to his place making her wonder what was going on under that golden Viking mane of his. His silence was another indication that all was not right.

“Are you pouting?” She finally asked as he moved around the kitchen slamming cupboard doors.

“What?” He asked, turning toward her with that deer in the headlights look he got when he failed to hide his feelings or got caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“You’re upset about something,” she said as she leaned against the counter with her arms crossed. “So, what is it? Me telling you your healthy food choices aren’t so healthy? Calling you on your attempt to fool me about your cooking skills? Or that cold dip in the pond earlier? Come on pouty face, out with it.”

“Men don’t pout,” he said defensively as he tried to brush past her.

“But you do,” she said softly, stopping him with a hand on his chest as she stepped into his path. “And you’re so cute when you pout.”

That got a soft laugh out of him, so she kissed him gently on the lips.

“And you look sexy when you pout,” she whispered in his ear as she nuzzled his earlobe.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” she said as she pressed herself against him.

When she didn’t get the reaction she was looking for, she leaned back to see why. He was staring off into space with that wounded look on his face that quickly morphed into a look of resignation.

“Hey,” she said, reaching up for his face, gently caressing his cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong, Deeks.”

“Everyone hates my Swedish nachos,” he said, sounding like a hurt little boy.

“You’re kidding me,” she laughed. “That’s what this is about?”

He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, obviously pissed at her response. She was baffled. He usually didn’t react this badly to teasing, but something had struck a chord so she followed him.

“Granger liked them,” she offered.

“Whoopee,” he responded with little enthusiasm. “You all lied to my face at Christmas. Why would you do that?”

“Because you couldn’t stop telling everybody how much work you put into making them,” she said, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice. “We didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Deeks. It was Christmas.”

“But it’s okay to hurt my feelings now?” He was pouting again and it was making her want to cuddle him, preferably naked.

“They’re awful, Deeks,” she said. “Where in the world did you even come up with the idea of something like Swedish Nachos?”

He mumbled something under his breath she couldn’t quite hear, so she pulled him around to face her and asked again.

“Sesame Street,” he said, looking everywhere but at her. “The Muppets did a segment awhile back with the Swedish Chef in honor of Nacho Libre.”

“You still watch Sesame Street?” She asked in astonishment.

“I like The Muppets,” he answered, his tone defensive and childlike. “And Nacho Libre was awesome.”

“That movie with Jack Black? You’re kidding, right?”

“Negative Nelly strikes again,” he huffed out.

“Deeks, come on. I’m not being negative,” she explained. “You can’t just expect me to agree with you on everything.”

“Are you saying you hate The Muppets?” He asked, with the slightest hint of a smile.

“No…of course I don’t hate The Muppets,” She sputtered. “I just feel I’m a little too old to watch Sesame Street.”

“I bet the Cookie Monster is your favorite,” he said, grinning widely now.

“Well, Kermit, he’s better than the Swedish Chef,” she replied flippantly.

“Does that make you Miss Piggy?” He sniped, ticking her off.

When he started laughing, she tackled him onto the couch, finally straddling him and pinning his arms above his head.

“Little sensitive there, Miss Cookie Monster,” he said, his warm smile softening his words.

“You seriously still watch Sesame Street,” she said, her lips inches from his.

“Yeah, I do. Some of my happiest childhood memories were watching The Muppets,” he said as his smile faded. “They made me laugh.”

“Who was your favorite?” She asked softly, understanding their importance to him now.

“Ernie,” he replied shyly.

“And that makes perfect sense,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. “He was always coming up with hair-brained ideas.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” he grumped.

“You’re right. Cookie Monster was my favorite,” she confessed.

“Good to know,” he said, as she released his wrists. “Do you think Granger really liked my Swedish Nachos?”

“You mean Oscar The Grouch?” She asked, quite pleased with herself as she snorted out a laugh.

“We could spend the rest of the evening matching each team member to a Muppet character, or…,” he said as his hands found their way up under her t-shirt.

“Sex before dinner?” She queried.

“Cookie Monster hungry?” Doing a perfect impression. “Me have leftover nachos.”

“No way, Ernie,” she said shaking her head. “I may love you, but I am not eating those disgusting nachos.”

She stopped short the minute she realized what she’d said, instantly trying to read his reaction. His face had changed the second the word “love” had left her mouth. There was such yearning in his eyes, but a shadow of doubt was there as well. It was if he couldn’t believe what she’d said, and she was having a hard time believing it herself.

“So you’re not sure then?” he asked very softly.

“About the nachos?” Desperately trying to deflect.

“The other part,” his eyes searching hers as he asked.

“I’m real sure about the nachos,” she said, her eyes suddenly watering. “And I’m pretty sure about the other part, just not sure I’m ready to talk about it.”

“But we don’t have to talk about it,” he reasoned. “You could just show me.”

“I could do that,” she said, brushing a thumb across his lips. “That’s not hard to do with you.”

“Should I pout again?” He asked with that cocky grin that made her knees go weak.

“Take off your shirt first,” she demanded.

“Why?” He asked with a slow smile and raised eyebrows.

“Cause when you pout I want to cuddle you,” she replied. “Preferably naked.”

“Admit it…you’re after my cookies aren’t you?” Laughing as he sat up slightly and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

“Among other things,” she answered.

“Naughty Cookie Monster,” he breathed out, his mouth open in anticipation.

“So we’re doing the X-rated Muppets?” She quipped as she slowing pulled her shirt up and off.

“Black diamond rated,” he whispered as he drew her close, his fingers deftly releasing her bra. “Ernie at your service.”

“That rating sounds familiar,” she purred as she stretched out on top of him, nipping at his bottom lip. “I never thought Ernie was sexy until now,”

“I never thought I’d fall in love with the Cookie Monster till I met you,” he said, his mouth closing over her lips before she could respond.

Sesame Street and nachos were both forgotten as the heat rose between them, words unnecessary as they gave in to their passion. Occasionally one would laugh at some stray humorous thought, but as their clothes were discarded they became much more focused, hands stroking and petting until they were both panting, bodies moving as one until they climaxed and collapsed into each other’s arms.

“I’ll never be able to watch Sesame Street the same way again…ever,” he confided as he smoothed dark strands of hair off her glistening skin.

She pulled him close in response, wrapping her arms around him, cuddling him as she stroked his hair, and gave him soft kisses.

“Just promise me you won’t pick up recipe ideas there…ever,” she murmured.

“What about cookie recipes?”

“You’ve already got the best cookies…ever,” she said.

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