The next morning, Deeks woke first. But it was still early, so he got up from the left side of the bed and shuffled his way toward the bathroom.
Coming back, he deliberately went to the right side of the bed, sliding in behind Kensi. But there wasn't a whole lot of space there, and he hovered perilously close to the edge.
Much like Kensi had done to him once, he braced himself and pushed against her back, hoping she'd unconsciously move over a little.
And she did move, but in the wrong direction. She rolled over to face him, and he lost all leverage on the edge of the bed.
"Ulgh!" he cringed, landing on his back...sandwiched between Kensi and the floor.
"What's going on?" Kensi mumbled sleepily, squinting open one eye.
Deeks removed her elbow from his ribs with an exaggerated cough. "You just shoved us both out of the bed," he croaked.
She chuckled softly, closing her eyes again. "Sorry." She snuggled up to his chest, fully content to go back to sleep right there on the floor.
Deeks looked at the woman snoozing happily on his chest. With a mental shrug, he embraced her and closed his eyes.