by Sweet Lu
This was nothing like what he’d had in mind for their summer vacation. Hadn’t even entered his mind. His plan had been a trip to Oahu’s North Shore so he could surf Pipeline. Kensi had stared at him in stunned silence the first time he mentioned it, finally confessing she didn’t think she was ready for the powerful surf common there. So, he had played up some of the other sights on Oahu, mentioning Pearl Harbor, shopping in Waikiki, as well as other surfing spots he thought she could handle. He’d even tried to make a case for how much she would enjoy being a beach bunny, until he saw the telltale sign of irritation as the vein in her forehead popped out. That was followed by an argument where she told him he was being selfish, only thinking of what he enjoyed doing, and never asked her opinion about where she wanted to go, finally storming off to the gun range where he wisely hadn’t followed.
In the long run it hadn’t made any difference, and he had no one to blame but himself, having busted his ankle in a leap from a fire escape to stop a fleeing terrorist. He’d been too embarrassed to mention it when Callen and Sam thanked him for the assist and dragged the man’s fat ass away. Kensi had looked at him quizzically when he remained on the ground, finally asking if he was okay as she offered him a hand up. He did manage to get to his feet… okay… make that foot, but not much else. He’d admitted later that it hadn’t been a good idea to put his full weight on it. She’d even yelled at him and called him an idiot after he’d opened his eyes and found himself back on the ground looking up at all three of them glaring down at him. The ride in the ambulance wasn’t bad, though. She’d looked quite worried and had held his hand, staying with him until the hospital had released him into her care.
It hadn’t been a bad break, but a surfing vacation was out of the question and to say he was bummed would be an understatement. Kensi, on the other hand, was ecstatic and took over planning their joint vacation as if it were her life’s work, her over the top cheeriness annoying the hell out of him.
Feeling sorry for himself now that they were actually on her idea of a romantic vacation hadn’t played well, which was the reason he was all alone on the top deck of the cruise boat looking out at the slow moving Danube shrouded in fog. The sun had just broken over the low hills, so the drifting fog was infused with a golden glow, hinting at the warmth of the day to come. He was the only passenger on deck, except for one crewmember, a rough looking man from Romania if he recalled. He found the crew much more interesting than the passengers, most of whom were his mom’s age, not that there was anything wrong with that. They were nice, but trying to guess which members of the crew were fugitives was far more entertaining. He’d tried to engage Kensi in his little game, but she had narrowed her eyes at him as if looking at a suspect in a homicide and accused him of being a spoilsport.
“You forgot your cane,” she said softly as she came up behind him.
“That gray haired lady from Miami told me my limp was sexy,” he replied with a soft grin.
“All the women think you’re sexy,” she said as she leaned against the railing.
“Most of them are old enough to be your mother, Deeks,” she said, bumping his shoulder.
“True. The one with her hair dyed red wanted to adopt me,” he replied proudly. “She didn’t think you were taking good enough care of me.”
“Poor baby,” she said. “Exaggerating the limp for sympathy again?”
“It got the guy from Serbia to carry my bags on board,” he replied with a cocky grin. “I’m pretty sure he’s a war criminal.”
“You are really unbelievable, you know that?”
“For using the limp or detecting a war criminal?”
“I should have come alone,” she muttered as she stared out at the bell tower of a church just emerging from the fog. “Actually, I feel like I am alone.”
“All you’ve done is make fun of everything and everybody,” she fumed quietly. “You even mimicked the captain’s speech about the boat.”
“Ship. He was quite adamant that we call it a ship,” he replied, unable to stifle a grin.
She shook her head and turned to go, but he reached out and took her arm and held her in place, ashamed of himself for making her feel bad.
“Hey,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”
“I know you had your heart set on surfing, but look around you Deeks,” she said, her eyes shimmering with tears. “This river is beautiful. That little town we’re coming to looks like part of a fantasy you only read about or see in the movies. Can’t you just enjoy it with me?”
“Of course,” he replied while silently kicking himself in the ass.
It was romantic and he was with the most beautiful woman in the world, a woman he loved, a woman who made him wildly happy, and who didn’t deserve to be sad on her own vacation.
“You said it yourself many times,” he said as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I’m an idiot.”
“Om nebun,” the Romanian crewman shouted from below.
“What’s that?” Deeks asked as he looked down at him.
“Means ‘crazy man’ in my language,” he said.
“Touché, buddy,” Deeks said, laughing as he turned back to Kensi.
He pulled her gently to him, kissing her as tenderly as he could, wanting to make up for wasted time and for his stupidity. It didn’t matter where they were, if she was with him he should be happy, not acting like a dick and spoiling a perfectly good vacation.
“Want to go back to our room before we dock?” wiggling his eyebrows as suggestively as he knew how.
“Breakfast starts in twenty minutes,” she replied, smiling for the first time that morning.
“I already showered.”
“Then help me shower,” he suggested, nuzzling beneath her ear. “Your crazy man is dirty.”
“In more ways than one,” she laughed, stepping back and pulling him toward the stairs.
“Your choice, princess,” he offered as they headed inside. “The sexy limping man, naked under hot running water or an omelet specially made for you by a man I believe is a B&E man wanted by Interpol.”
“Not even close, Sherlock,” she said. “He looks more like an international jewel thief to me.”
“No…no, no,” he replied seriously. “That would be one of the passengers. That guy with the bad mustache who claims to be from Cleveland.”
“You think he’s on the run using a boat that only goes eleven miles an hour?” She cackled loudly, probably waking this entire section of the boat… sorry… ship.
Once in their room he stripped, forgetting that the captain had warned all of them about walking around naked with the curtains open. He found himself staring at a shocked lady walking her dog on the bank they were about to tie up next to. He waved and smiled and she waved back and laughed, giving him a thumbs up before Kensi hastily pulled the curtains closed.
“You taking a shower or having too much fun flashing the locals?” she asked as she slipped off her hoodie.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he whispered appreciatively as she let her sweat pants drop to the floor. “Or panties.”
“That why you get the big bucks from LAPD?” She asked. “Your observational skills?”
“And my hands on approach to cases,” he said, lifting her left breast to his lips and tasting her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
He felt her quiver as he stroked her bare back, laying kisses down her neck before taking her breast in his mouth. He cupped her butt in both hands and lifted her, carrying her into the bathroom as he nuzzled the deep valley between her breasts. Her fingers carded slowly through his long hair and a sense of calm settled deep inside of him. He would be a crazy man if he didn’t take advantage of being with this most beautiful of women. When he set her down inside the shower and the hot water sprayed over them, he felt himself relax completely, content to watch a rivulet of water run over the curve of her breast and down her taut stomach until it disappeared between her legs. She lathered her hands with sweet smelling soap, running them over his chest, smiling and massaging his nipples before sliding them down his abs until they hovered just above his more than ready hard on.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, his voice husky in anticipation.
“For you to admit this is a pretty sweet trip,” she said. “Your choice. Me… wet and naked in Slovakia… or… sulking about missing big waves in Hawaii.”
“Well, Miss ‘I planned this trip all by myself’ Blye… We… are in Austria, not Slovakia,” he said smugly.
“Your point?” she snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously.
“Looking to make my point before the water gets cold,” he said, taking her hands in his and closing them around his waiting cock.
She looked down as her soapy hands slid easily down the length of him. When she looked up, they both were smiling.
“I choose you, Kens,” he said softly. “Every minute. Every hour. Every day, and every week… month… and year. Forever and ever. Wet or dry. Naked or clothed. No matter what country we’re in… I choose you.”
The rest is history as they say. They came very close to missing breakfast, but he talked one of the waiters into bringing Kensi a basket of pastries and coffee as they settled into a booth overlooking the water.
“Our little waiter’s from Slovenia,” he told her as she started in on an apple turnover.
“He’s kind of cute… short, but cute,” she said, looking at him with that speculative look she got when surveilling a suspect. “He could be a spy or working with an international smuggling ring.”
“Really? That guy?” He said, laughing at her attempt at playing the game. “That guy is harmless.”
“Wait… What?… What are we betting?” Feeling nervous as she smiled slowly.
“He left a viable fingerprint on that water glass,” she replied. “I can just take a shot of it with my phone and send it to Nell. She can run it and we’ll have the results by dinner time.”
“You do realize we’re just playing a game. Right?” he said, not prepared to get into the middle of a case while on vacation.
“This is what secret agents do, Deeks,” she said as she fished another giant pastry out of the basket. “I can lure him out to the deck after dark and you can tackle him and put him in zip ties.”
“Zip ties? I didn’t pack any zip ties or cuffs,” he was getting flustered now, sensing that their whole vacation was on the verge of being ruined. “What is wrong with you?”
“Just trying to make a point, Baby,” she said softly as she reached out and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Wasn’t it you who said you had more moments? This is one of those moments, Deeks. Do you really need to play silly mind games to keep yourself entertained? You’re on a river cruise on the Danube. With me. No bad guys shooting at us. No case to worry about. This is our moment in time to leave all that behind… to just be together and relax… make love… drink wine… eat ourselves sick…”
“You always do that,” he thought he should mention.
“What more do you need, Deeks?”
“I could use another shower,” he said quietly as he entwined his fingers with hers. “I loved that moment. It was my favorite one so far.”
“Then let go of everything but me,” she said. “No more ‘lets guess who’s a criminal’ games. Just special moments. You and me.”
“Done,” he said, leaning across the table to kiss her.
“You’re just afraid I’d win,” he couldn’t stop himself from taunting.
“Another moment shot to hell.”
“Sorry… couldn’t resist,” he said as he pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in a hug. “We’ve still got lots of moments left, Kens, but you’ll have to protect me from that gray haired lady from Miami. I think she’s stalking me.”
“Then you better hope she didn’t pack zip ties.”