Clearly I have to rearrange my list of Best Days Ever once again. Deeks telling me about his stripper days had topped that list for quite a while, at least until it was outranked by the day we went all-in, the day I was cleared to return to work after Syria, and our wedding day. Finding out that Deeks’ stripper persona was Jack Dawson (really—where do I put that on the list?!) was almost more than I could handle. At least in public 😉. And when I admitted to Deeks that I hadn’t actually spilled his secret to the Cupcake Girls (and that I only teased him about it because I needed something to distract me, otherwise I might have jumped him in the hospital elevator), he was more than willing to dig out the costume and straighten his hair for me when we got home. He’s more muscular now than he was then, so the shirt was too small, but just the sight of Deeks in those suspenders…Oh. My. Best NIGHT ever!
I am buying him some “Jack” clothes that fit ASAP, because Deeks promised he would show me his stripper routine if I agreed to pose for him (wearing nothing but a smile—and my wedding and engagement rings), à la Rose. Turns out that since my cover story when we ran into each other in that house, Deeks has dreamed about me in some “nobody under 17 admitted” type photos. Two fantasies, one night, very soon.
Who says married sex is boring? Not me, and not my husband, that’s for sure!
Even something as ridiculous as that half Russian swan, half jellyfish fiasco that Katherine had me wear was the kick-off for some romantic fun later that night. The funniest part of which was watching Deeks try to get it off me without ripping it. Who knew the damned thing would be as complicated to take off as it was to put on? The man definitely loves me if he could say with a straight face that I looked hot in that get-up.
So to summarize: one incredible night of fantasy sex (soon to be followed by a double-fantasy come true), plus one amazingly supportive and loving husband, equals one extremely lucky and happy Kensi. 😊