You Can Count On Me (Ch. 20)
Epilogue. Rated M.
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“I still got butterflies when I saw her, but they were much different than before.” The words he spoke a year ago run through his head as he watches her sleep. The morning sunlight streams in through the window, giving her olive-toned skin a golden hue, and he feels himself fall a little more in love with her which he didn’t think was possible.
A few minutes later he’s unable to help himself and places his lips delicately on her bare shoulder earning him a lazy smile.
“Mmm, did I ever tell you how soft your lips are?” Her eyes are still closed, but her fingers still find his golden locks as he continues to peppers kisses across her skin.
“So that's your favorite body part of mine?”
“Top 3.”
A smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he pulls back from his ministrations, meeting her sleepy mismatched orbs. “And the other two?” He already knows the answer, especially feeling her hand wrap around his already stiff member, but he wants to hear her say it anyway.
“Number 2 is your tongue.” Her eyes darken as she leans in, pressing her lips to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth, earning a moan as he deepens the kiss.
The desire he feels course through his body is more of a constant state where she’s concerned, and he very much wants to continue their morning delight but before that, he needs to hear the words he so very much wants from her. “And number 1?”
“Your huge, round, thick….big toe.” She tries to stifle her laughter as the words come out of her mouth but the look on his face sends her over the edge.
No words. He has no words. Her body shakes with laughter against him and this is it. This is how he wants to spend the rest of his life. In their bed with her laughter filling the room…preferably naked. Well, not just her laughter, her moans. “You’re lucky I like you otherwise I’d have to take me and my big toe back to my old apartment.”
“You mean the empty apartment that doesn’t have food or a bed or…me?”
“Ye-yes.”
“Fine, go then.”
“What?”
“If you don’t want to be here, go. I just need you to do one thing for me first.”
“What’s that?”
“Let me say goodbye.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Oooh, I was actually talking about the toe.”
Marty scrunches his nose and has to give up the charade. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he rolls over on top of her earning him a rare girlish squeal. “You’d let me leave, just like that?”
“You’d really leave, just like that?”
He eyes her knowing they’d both stop him before he even reached the bedroom door. “Touché.”
“Speaking of.” She bites her bottom lip as her hands find his ass cheeks, squeezing them. “Am I gonna get any anniversary nooky from my husband or do I have to do it myself?”
“Did you just say nooky?”
“Are you really talking talk about that when your cock is pressed against my wet pussy?”
As usual, his partner leaves him speechless. Letting out a possessive growl, he closes the distance between their lips giving in to the sweet desire, thinking maybe just maybe they should forgo their surprise plans for today and stay here.
••••
Kensi leans against her husband nervously whispering as she watches the people they love, converse. “Moms are gonna kill us.” At the time this seemed like a good idea, but now she feels like she’s gonna pee herself.
“Probably.” He smiles, placing a kiss to her forehead and giving her side a reassuring squeeze as she curls further into his body.
“You sure this was a good idea?”
“I wouldn’t change a thing.”
She tilts her head back, eyes locking with his and the rest of the world washes away. “Me either…Mr. Blye.”
He places a kiss to her lips, taking in one last moment before everyone important to them knows their secret.
Pulling back from their kiss, Marty turns to the crowd, their arms still wrapped around each other. “Hey everyone, so you all know that this is a barbeque but what we didn’t tell you is why we’re having this little get-together.”
“Please don’t tell me you broke up.” Roberta franticly shouts, looking at the pair with worried eyes.
Marty’s brow furrows, confused at the older blonde’s statement. “Mama, no. Why is that always your first guess?”
Letting out a sigh of relief, she takes a chug of her wine before taking a seat in a nearby chair. “I may have a problem.”
“And we’ve been dreaming about you two being together for so long it feels like it’s not real sometimes,” Julia speaks up, defending her best friend.
“Well, this is definitely real. So real in fact that we’re not having a wedding.”
Don’s brow furrows. He loves this boy with all his heart but sometimes he’s obnoxiously circuitous. “Uhhhh, you lost us, son.”
As if on cue, the pair, raise their left hands, displaying the silver bands on their fingers. A resounding gasp filling the brisk fall air around them and one…
“Holy shit!” This time it’s Julia with the shout of surprise.
“We’re not having a wedding because we’re already married.” The brunette finally confirms, her bladder thankfully not spazzing out.
“But when?” Mandy asks, a little hurt in her voice.
“Exactly a year ago. We were in Romania for work and decided to do it.” The blonde detective answers.
Kensi nods in agreement. “It just felt right.”
Kip shakes his head, a million-watt smile on his face. “Can’t say that I’m surprised. We all shipped them together before they made it official. I mean hell, he kept scoffing that he didn’t like her, and yet he always looked at her first whenever someone told a joke just to see if she was laughing too. Marty, my man, you’ve got it bad. And your wife is bad.”
“Down boy.” Deeks laughs because of course everyone in their lives wanted them to be together and he didn’t do that great of a job of hiding his true feelings no matter how much he thought he did.
Kip’s the first to walk up to the pair, wrapping his arms around both of them, and pulls them in for a hug. “Happy for you guys.”
“Thanks.”
“And don’t think I didn’t see you two doing the walk of shame the morning after my party.”
Marty can feel the heat creep up his face at being caught by their friend. “You saw that, huh?”
“See you, press her up against the wall and grind into her? Couldn’t miss it. You two are very loud drunks.”
“What can I say, he likes my body.” The brunette smirks.
The basketball star nods in approval with a beaming smile. “Okay, Kens.”
The special agent’s eyes lock onto something behind Kip and takes a deep breath. Not sure how this next conversation is gonna go. “Hey, could you go watch Tiffanys and make sure they don’t sleep with any of my sniper school friends?”
“Really?”
“Right, could you at least try?”
“You’re the boss.” Kip nods before walking off in the direction of the two other women.
Marty gives his wife a confused look until he follows her line of sight to the group of people walking toward them. Nell, Eric, Callen, and Sam. Each with a different look on their face. By the looks of it, Nell and Eric are just as happy for them as their other friends. Callen looks like Callen and Sam, well, he looks a little agitated. This’ll be fun.
And it looks like their team leader is gonna be the first to let his feelings known. “So Romania.”
“Romantic Romania.” The blonde affirms.
“So what uc is this for?” Sam says it, trying to get under the detective’s skin.
“It’s not a cover.” He’s not gonna let this man ruin their celebration.
The ex-Navy SEAL snorts a laugh. “Kens, I didn’t know you did charity work.”
She’s had it, gripping her partner’s hand tighter, she steadys herself. Sam may be a part of her team but Marty is her team, her best friend, and husband. He doesn’t deserve this. All he’s ever tried to do is be nice to Sam and she’s not having it anymore. “Listen, this is my husband and today’s a happy day. We’re celebrating our commitment to each other with the people that are most important to us. We wanted to include you guys but if you can’t get on board with that you can leave, Sam. I’m done with you acting the way you do. He doesn’t deserve it. You will respect him and if you don’t we’ll take our skills elsewhere and join a team that appreciates us…both of us.”
“We’re a package deal.” Marty finishes.
“Sam.” Callen looks to his partner.
Okay, he’s been an ass. A giant ass. The five-pair of eyes on him tells him he better say something and say it quickly otherwise he’ll lose his team. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just…I have a tough time getting to know people that are different than me and maybe I for some reason blame you for Dom being gone. It’s not rational I know, it’s just the way it is and I promise to work on it. So please stay. The team needs you. Both of you.”
“I think we should hug.” Marty does his best to ease the tense moment.
“Don’t push it.” Sam shakes his head, cracking a barely-there smile.
“Where are my kids?”
The sound of Roberta coming towards them gives the pair little time to inform their coworkers about the spitfire approaching. “Oh, you guys will want to brace yourselves. My mama…she doesn’t have a lot of boundaries or a filter on her mouth for that matter.”
“Oooh, who’s the tall drink of water?” The older blonde smirks as she steps up to the ex-Navy SEAL, ghosting her hand over his protruding muscles.
Kensi notices the slight tint of redness of the ex-SEAL’s cheeks and smiles. This is a good thing. “This is Sam, he works with us.”
“You look like you could bench press me.”
Umberto, wraps his arm around his wife, guiding her away from the muscular man. “I’m sure he could, Bertie. Now let's go get you some water.”
“I don’t want water. I want a tall glass of him.”
There’s a beat of silence before Callen starts uncontrollably laughing followed by the rest. Yeah, this could work out.
••••
Just as the sun begins to set, Marty walks over to the dock to join his wife, her favorite food in hand. “This seat taken?”
“Yep, it’s my husband’s.”
“Well, whatdoya know, that’s me.” A smile crosses his face. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of her calling him that. Taking his rightful seat next to her, he sits the plate of food down and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side before placing a kiss to the top of her head. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.” Her arm goes around his waist as she curls into his side, taking in this beautiful moment.
“A whole year.”
“The first of many.”
“I just want to thank you for what you did back there. Standing up for me with Sam.”
She tilts her head back, meeting his eyes, her hand finding his jaw as she rubs her thumb back and forth across his scruff. “Baby, I will always stand up for you. No matter what.”
“I know, you always do. Ever since that first day. I just don’t want to become between you and your team.”
“You are my team.”
He leans down, pressing his forehead to hers. “You’re mine.”
“And I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Tell me.”
“Aquaman would crush Cap in a battle.”
“Really?” He’s a bit intrigued by her sudden revelation concerning their first argument 22 years ago.
“No.” She smiles, unable to help herself.
“Hurtful.”
“It’s been a long ride, hasn’t it?”
“Long and beautiful.”
She lets out a contented sigh, nodding her head in agreement. “Just like your legs.”
The blonde can’t help the laughter that erupts from within his belly. Ugh, he loves her so much. “I really have rubbed off on you.”
“After 22 years it was bound to happen.”
“Can’t wait to see what happens in the next 22.”
“I know one thing that will.”
“What’s that?”
“Nakedness…lots of nakedness.”
“Oooh, wanna start now?”
Before she can answer the sound of drunk Bertie’s laughter fills the air, making him cringe. “Yeah, never mind.”
The brunette huffs a laugh as her best friend presses his lips to hers just as the sun bathes them with golden rays. “I love you, Martin Blye.”
Their eyes dance together as they share this moment. A moment that was inevitable the moment they met. “I love you, Kensi Deeks.”
