#eagerplatypus

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"So… how many margaritas did you have?"

"How many did your face have?" Kensi snorted right in Deeks’ ear, thinking she was even more hilarious when she was drunk and she was so wrong.

"My face had a lot, which is why I can’t feel it right now. But I’m pretty sure you had more."

"How’d you figure that out?"

"Because I’m carrying you instead of the other way around."

"Oh yeah… maybe you’re right…" She tightened her grip around his neck.

They finally made it to their room, for that Deeks was eternally grateful. He didn’t know how much longer he could carry his adorably wasted partner on his back, especially in his own inebriated state. He managed to unlock the door and turn a light on without falling over. Once they were next to the bed, she slid off of him and staggered on her feet.

He chuckled. “You look like a drunk baby deer.”

"Shaddup." She plopped down on the bed and blinked rapidly.

He crouched down in front of her, steadying himself by placing his hands on her bare thighs. The white shorts she was wearing showed off her long tan legs perfectly and he wished she’d wear them everyday. Maybe they could stay in Punta Cana forever. They could quit their jobs and get a little place here. He could give surfing lessons to tourists and they could live carefree lives away from the stress that comes along with constantly having to save the world.

Just as Deeks was trying to figure out how exactly they’d get Monty over here, Kensi loudly interrupted his thoughts. “You say love but I don’t.”

"Huh?"

She said it again, just as loud. “You say love and I don’t.”

"Um…" He really wished he was sober for a conversation like this. He knew exactly what she was referring to but he was only able to give one syllable responses. He had admitted he was falling in love with her. He had commented on the reasons why one shouldn’t fall in love. Without directly saying I love you to her, he still made it clear that’s how he felt. He shook his head and blinked several times, hoping that would help his brain remember how to speak actual words. “Um… yeah, I noticed.”

"Does it bother you?" Her voice had returned to a normal volume. "That I don’t say it?"

"No… no, I don’t think it does."

The worried look on her face told him she wasn’t convinced.

He brought his hand up to her face and stroked stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to say it… for me to know it’s true.”

She nodded her head. “Yes, right. Because it is true. It’s just… hard for me to say it… I haven’t said it in a long time…”

"I know. It’s okay, Kens. You don’t have to worry about it right now."

"I just… want you to know… I want to say it, but not now… because… too many margaritas…" Her eyes were drooping shut.

A wide smile spread across his face, convinced now more than ever that he loved this woman. Her eyes were completely shut now and she started to fall into him. He managed to catch her and lay her down on the bed as he cuddled up next to her. “Kens?” She was out.