She knew he had domestic tendencies — his apartment was pretty spotless compared to hers, and he could cook a pretty good meal — but she had no idea just how domestic he could be until she began sharing a house with him.
First, there was his constant tidying up. One wouldn't know it just to look at him, but the man was a total neat-freak.
Seriously, his OCD about cleanliness amused her so much that she began leaving things strewn about on purpose just to watch him clean it all up.
Not that Kensi was necessarily a slob…she just liked to feel comfortable in her surroundings, and that normally entailed having her stuff spread casually about.
She attempted to clean…or at least, to make it look like she cleaned. But then Deeks caught her red-handed rolling the desk chair over the carpet to simulate vacuum tracks, and that pretty much killed her desire to do any real housekeeping.
She was also pretty sure he'd laughed at her over that, although he'd ducked around the corner too quickly for her to be positive.
Well, she'd get back at him for laughing at her. And for stealing one of her bras and hiding it in his sock drawer.
Turning his clothes purple was a complete accident! He'd put his own clothes in the wash and left hers untouched, and she just figured there was room for her stuff in there, too.
And there was room — in hindsight, she should've just thrown the lighter colored stuff in with his whites, and left the dark things for their own wash load.
And Deeks did not look like Barney the Dinosaur! He just looked like a hot surfer dude who was wearing purple, that's all.
Yes, Kensi could admit to herself that Deeks was hot. Just so long as he never found out that she thought so.
Her lack of cooking skills she made no apologies for. So what if she could hardly boil water? Could water shoot a gun? No, but she could!
Besides, she liked having a guy make breakfast for her in the morning. And he seemed to enjoy making breakfast for her, so it really was a win-win situation.
And if he hadn't made such a good dinner the night before, she wouldn't have tried to reheat the leftovers in the microwave with the foil still on it!
That was embarrassing, her almost nuking foil. And he didn't have to rub salt in her wound by hiding the rest of the foil to keep it from happening again.
But it was nice to have somebody around who cared about her. Somebody to say "goodnight" to at the end of the day. (And having someone to say "good morning" to was pretty nice, too.)
Yeah, Kensi was out of her element here…and Deeks was clearly within his.
In fact, she'd given him a little tease about it once…that he'd "make a great wife someday" — and she bit back a grin when he'd replied good-naturedly with, "Well, at least there's still hope for one of us."
But at the end of the day, she really didn't care that he liked to cook and clean, and did laundry better than she did.
Because when it really came down to it…those were about the only aspects of Marty Deeks that weren't totally, one-hundred percent masculine. He was pretty nearly perfect in every other way.
And that was one secret she was keeping to herself. Because she honestly loved the flirtatious attention that he gave her. And although she'd rebuffed it every time at the beginning of their partnership…lately, more often than not, she'd return fire with a small flirt of her own.
That was possibly her favorite part of being undercover here — she wasn't expected to keep him at a professional arm's-length.
If he wanted to test the boundaries — and he usually did — she was allowed to play along to her heart's content. She could even push the boundaries herself if she felt like it!
Innuendo? Alright! Public displays of affection? Yes, please!
She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly time for their agreed-upon bedtime. And since they were sharing a bed…
Well…let's just say she was going to have some fun playing along with her partner's testing of the boundaries…