“Don’t you dare.”
“I have to.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes,” Deeks gives her a quick glance before making a break toward the door, “I do.”
With crazy-impressive speed she lunges, successfully wedging herself between him and his target. The woman is like a jackrabbit.
He steps forward and she practically growls.
“Kensalina, think of the children.”
She braces herself in the doorframe, totally unmoved. “The children don’t need it. I do.”
Damn, those eyes are scary. “You’re the Grinch.”
“Exactly.” Her determination is clear, and he knows he’s not going to get to it without her permission. It’s clearly time for a new tack. “Just half?”
She relaxes a little, but still holds firm. “It’s for emergencies, Deeks.”
He gestures vaguely in the direction the front door. “This is an emergency!”
“No, the warehouse full of explosives that we were trapped in for three hours today was an emergency. This is a holiday.”
Okay, maybe she has a point. They did spend the afternoon trapped in what could possibly have been their final resting place had things played out a little differently. And then there was that thing with the knives.
He’ll concede her the bag in the bedside table. “Just let me grab your backup stash from the car.”
She looks a little guilty. “I ate it.”
It was definitely there when they went into work this morning.
“I told you it was an emergency!” she defends at what must be his visible disbelief, and damn, she’s adorable. She’s adorable, she had a hard day, and she really wants to keep her candy.
All of her candy.
Deeks shakes his head and sighs, walking away from the bedroom and toward his front door. With only a little (admittedly unnecessary) dramatic flare, he switches off the porchlight.
“I’m going to be that house in the neighborhood.”
She comes up beside him, a new bounce in her step, and hooks her arm in his. “Maybe they’ll think you’re a Jehovah’s Witness.”
“My front yard has three zombies erupting from graves and two trees full of ghosts. The welcome mat is a skull and crossbones.”
She shrugs. “You could just be a creeper.”
Oh god, they’re totally going to think that. “I could just give them candy!”
“You are not at all a generous soul,” he grumbles, slinking off to his couch where hopefully none of his new neighbors will be able to see him and judge him.
“I just almost died – thrice – and you’re trying to take away my sugar.” She drops down beside him, collapsing as if her body can no longer handle the strain.
They sink into the cushions together and the day’s weight piles on top of him. His body hurts, his head hurts, he wants to curl up, watch a movie, and… Okay, maybe there’s something to this sugar thing.
“I do have two tubs of ice cream in the freezer.” He scoots a little closer and wraps his arm around her.
“Something chocolate and something more chocolate.”
“Is there chocolate syrup?”
“I even have whipped cream.”
“Fine.” She folds into his side. “Half the stash in my drawer.”
He grins, his hand sliding up her thigh. She’s warm and soft and feels really, really good. “Then we turn out the lights.”
She hums in agreement. “Then we turn out the lights.”