“Dusty enough,” Kensi commented, playing with the old dirty glass on the floorboards beside her, heels long since kicked off and hair loosened as she sat crossed legged behind the old bar, fiancé sitting on the boards opposite her.
“Just needs a little TLC,” he shrugged.
“And a maid service?”
“Something like that.”
Snorting, she ran a fingertip over the rim of the glass again before shifting forward, moving beside him to slouch against a shut off cooler. “Any name ideas yet?”
“I’d name it after you, Kensalina,” he smirked, lightly kissing her forehead. “But I have an inkling that you’d disapprove, but view it as a romantic gesture.”
“No Ferns either.”
“If you insist.”
Yawning silently, she shifted closer, taking advantage of the lessened space between them to rest her head upon his shoulder, eyes suddenly drooping. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Yeah…you didn’t exactly get much of a heads up, sorry about that.”
“Not that- well yes, that too,” gently jabbing his side with an elbow, she paused for a brief moment. “Just this, moving forward, on, to something that isn’t NCIS.”
“Mmm, won’t be the last if I can help it.”
Let’s get married first.”