#Baby Deeks

[glenncoco4]

Beach Babe

A smile spreads to Kensi’s face as her husband brings the back of her hand that’s intertwined with his to his lips. The sun beaming down on them, her toes in the sand and their girls playing in the water…what more could she ask for.

Turning to meet his eyes, hidden behind his aviators, she slowly lets her eyes drift down to his glistening sun kissed chest.

“Excuse me, but my eyes are up here.”

She feels the heat rise to her cheeks at being caught but who could blame her? “Hey, you’re mine. I can look all I want.”

“You can also touch.” He wiggles his eyebrows before letting his eyes drift down her body. Public beach. They’re at a public beach.

“Excuse me. My eyes are up here.”

“Yeah, well mine are down here.”

She can’t fight back the smile on her face as she leans over in her beach chair, titling his head up, and brings her lips to his. “Mmmh, tasty.”

“I remember saying the exact same thing this morning when I woke you up. Wouldn’t mind going to sleep the same way.”

“Oh, really? I was actually gonna do a little something for you tonight.”

“You don’t mean…”

She bites her lower lip and nods, bringing her lips to his ear. “I’m gonna undress you slowly, pump your cock until you’re begging-“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

The brunette turns towards their baby, who’s running towards them as Deeks lets out a whimper.

Placing a kiss to his cheek, she takes a calming breath. “What baby?”

The 4 year old’s hazel eyes are as wide as saucers as she looks back and forth between her parents. “Have you ever just looked at the beach and…you just wanna live here?”

Deeks turns to his wife with a shit eating grin on his face and shrugs. “She gets it.”

“We should get a boat like Uncle Sam and live on the water!”

“Uh, but what about a yard for you to play in with Nutmeg?”

“We can play fetch on the beach! She told me she loves it here.”

“She did?”

“Yeah!”

“We’ll talk about it.”

“Yay!!”

The tiny dirty blonde plops down on Kensi, giving her a big hug. “Thank you, mommy!”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

“Excuse me?”

Harper curls in Kensi’s lap, meeting her daddy’s eyes. “Yes?”

“Don’t I get a hug?”

“Only if you come play with me and Rosa.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.”

Harper hops, placing her hands on her hips and stares down the shaggy blonde until he gets up. “Let’s go, mister.”

“You know what? I think mommy wants to come, too.”

“No, I’m gonna finish my book. You two go.”

Deeks looks down at their girl who’s all her mama and shares a mischievous look with her.

Before she knows what’s happening, little fingers are wrapped around her book and being taken out of her hand. The suddenly larger hands are wrapped around her wrist, pulling her out of her chair right before her world turns upside down.

That’s when she feels her husbands muscles move against her stomach and a perfect view of his derrière fills her vision as they grow closer and closer towards the shore.

As the infectious laughter of their little girl fills the air around her she feels the need to pinch herself. How can someone be so happy?

[lihiominaa]

NCIS: Los Angeles 05.02. Impact

[thjslove]

first and last appearance of the main four

[liar-or-lawyer]

[romancemedia]

Kensi and Deeks find out they are having a baby!!!! (14x21)

[ejzah]

It’s Baby Time, Part 3

***

As the euphoria started to fade just a tiny bit, reality set in. Giving birth wasn’t exactly an elegant business. There was a lot of blood and other…stuff surrounding them. Not to mention his hand, and clothes, which were trashed. More importantly, Kensi was still sitting in the middle of floor in only his t-shirt; she had to be freezing.

“Hey, let’s get you against the tub,” he suggested, noticing Kensi lilting to the side. He glanced around the bathroom, which was hardly a comfortable place to rest. “I guess we could get you in bed, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to move that much before Sheila gets here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to right now,” Kensi agreed. Together, they managed to get her, and the babies, shuffled back against the tub, a couple towels behind her for cushion. He grabbed several more bath towels from the cabinet—they’d be absolutely destroyed after this, but Deeks thought it was a worthwhile sacrifice—and laid them over Kensi’s legs.

“Are you ok? I mean, relatively speaking. You’re not in extreme pain or going to pass out?”

Kensi shook her head once, head falling to the side. One of the babies gave a high pitched cry, instinctively rooting against Kensi’s shirt. They were starting to move more, little fingers reaching aimlessly to explore their new world.

“Oh, are you hungry already, Sweetie?” Kensi whispered softly, that awe back again. She looked up at Deeks, already trying to wriggle free of one sleeve. “Can you help me take this off?”

After a significant amount of maneuvering, they finally got the shirt off, and Kensi let out a sigh of relief as she cradled both babies against her bare skin.

Deeks couldn’t tear his eyes away, marveling at seeing of their twins in real life, not just a blurry sonogram, to feel their fingers curl around his. And he marveled at Kensi’s strength.

“I’m going to call Sheila again and let her know what’s going on,” he told Kensi, reluctant to take his eyes off them for even a second.

“She’s going to be mad we’re putting her out of business,” Kensi joked. “And then you need to call—

“—Rosa,” they said together.

***

“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised that you two decided to make an early and very surprising arrival,” Sheila Balthazar said, speaking to the babies as she held a stethoscope to the little boy’s chest. She shot Kensi and Deeks a smirk. “From everything I’ve heard, your mom and dad are handfuls too.”

After helping deliver the placentas—Deeks was vaguely relieved he hadn’t needed to do that part himself—Sheila let Kensi and the babies have a little more skin time before having Deeks cut their umbilical cords.

Now, Kensi was tucked into bed, the baby girl in her arms while Sheila finished their physicals. She’d already weighed them, checked their reflexes, and breathing.

She tilted her head, shifting stethoscope diaphragm a few millimeters to the left. After a few more seconds, she reswaddled the baby, handing off to Deeks, who cradled him to his bare chest.

“They’re both small, but that’s normal for twins, especially when they’re a little early,” she explained. You have two beautiful, healthy babies. Congratulations, Kensi and Deeks.”

“Thank you,” Kensi murmured, wiping a few tears from her eyes. Deeks reached for her hand, and squeezed it.

“And good job to both of you with the delivery. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here in time.”

“Well, fortunately, we had a good teacher,” Deeks teased, nuzzling the top of the baby’s head. Then more seriously, he nodded to Kensi. “What about Kensi. You said there wasn’t any tearing and everything else looked good, but should we be doing anything else.”

“Yes. You should all rest,” she told him gently. “Right now Kensi’s body is doing exactly what it should be. I’m going to stay overnight, like we discussed, just to monitor for any changes. For now though, I’m going to clean up that bathroom while you snuggle these babies.”

Deeks started to get up, but she pointed a finger at him, her glare firm.

“You stay put. You’ve already done enough, and believe me, you’re gonna need the rest.”

Deeks sank back onto the bed, nodding to Sheila in thanks. He glanced over at Kensi, who was doing a terrible job of not laughing at him.

“Oh shush. You ready to call Rosa?”

“Yes! I feel bad that we didn’t do it sooner,” Kensi said.

“Well, we were slightly occupied. Besides it’s probably a good thing that she didn’t see when everyone was covered in blood.” Deeks pointed out as he hit Rosa’s picture in his phone.

Kensi wrinkled her nose. “Oh yeah, that’s not a first good look,” she agreed.

“Besides, she probably was in the middle of a class when all this went down.”

The FaceTime dial tone rang a few times, before Rosa picked up, audio connecting before the video.

“Hey Rosa.”

“Hi Marty. Is everything ok? You don’t usually call me in the middle of the day,” she said.

“Everything is fine,” Deeks told her, keeping his voice calm and reassuring. “But, uh, we do have a surprise for you.” He turned the phone so the entire bed was in frame.

Rosa frowned for a second, then her mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, you had the babies!” she shouted. “When did this happen?”

“Like an hour ago?” Deeks tilted his head. “Maybe less. Kinda hard to tell. Time’s a little nebulous right now.”

“In true nature for our family, they decided to show up early and fast,” Kensi said, shifting against her mound of pillows. She glanced at Deeks briefly, her smile soft and fond. “So quickly, that Deeks had to deliver them.”

“Oh mi dios,” Rosa whispered, covering her mouth. “¿Estás bien, Kensi?“

“Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, fine for just having pushed two babies out with very little warning,” Kensi amended. Rosa still looked concerned. “I promise I’m ok. Sheila said we’re all healthy.”

“Thank goodness.” Rosa smiled, putting a hand on her cheek. “Are they girls or boys? No wait, don’t tell me. I want to find out when I get there,” she said, speaking almost as fast as Deeks could in heightened moments. “I’ll be there in an hour and a half. Maybe less.”

“Don’t you have another class?” Deeks asked, his dad side kicking in.

“There’s no way I’m going to ethics when I have two siblings waiting at home. The professor’s cool anyway. He’ll understand,” Rosa said. By the way the video shook, he guessed she had already started for her car, at a fast pace.

“Alrighty, then. Drive carefully, see you soon, and we love you.”

“Love you, Rosa,” Kensi called out softly.

***

Deeks heard the door open and shut roughly and hour and forty minutes after they hung up with Rosa. A minute later, a breathless and excited Rosa popped her head through door.

She hesitated, seeing that Kensi and the twins were sleeping. Deeks gestured her in, rising to meet her with a hug.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hey. I’m glad you made it.” Deeks gave her an extra tight squeeze, before gestured to the bed. “You want to see them?”

“Oh, I don’t want to wake them up.”

“It’s ok,” Kensi slurred, pushing herself up a little. “I’m just dozing. Come sit down.”

Rosa gingerly sat on the very edge of the bed, looking uncertain now as she peered at the little blanket covered bundles on Kensi’s lap.

“Rosa, meet your brother, Caleb, and your sister, Sophia,” Kensi introduced them.

“Oh, they’re beautiful.”

“Go ahead, you can hold them,” Kensi encouraged her. Rosa didn’t move, her expression shifting to one of uncertainty.

Deeks shifted onto the other side of the bed, scooping up Sophia. “Here, Rosamund, you won’t hurt them.”

“But they’re so tiny,” she whispered.

“I know, but it’ll be ok.” He carefully shifted Sophia into Rosa’s arms, which shook a little as she gathered the baby against her chest.

She ran her index finger along Sophia’s cheek, who made a soft sigh-yawn in response, one of her minuscule hands blindly reaching out. “Oh.” A tear slipped down Rosa’s cheek along with the soft exhalation.

“Are you ok, sweetie?”

She nodded, a few more tears falling. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” she finally said. “I’m just so happy.”

Kensi wordlessly wrapped her free arm around Rosa’s back, tugging her close

“We are too,” Deeks murmured, embracing Kensi, Rosa, and the twins. He tucked Rosa’s head under his chin, marveling at the family they’d created.

***

A/N: Did I just give Kensi an incredibly easy (relatively speaking in terms of speed and pain), if crazy birth experience? Why yes, I did.

I hope you enjoyed this little story!

[gamma-rae]

I gotta draw these two every Valentine's Day

[helena-edits-in-real-time]

George and his money

S01 E01 12:00 A.M. - 1:00 A.M. // S02 E07 Day 2 2:00 P.M. - 3:00 P.M.

[cowboybuckleys]

don't get me wrong i'm more happy than frustrated with the finale, i'm even okay that they didn't really wrap anything up with Hetty because that seems very appropriate for her character over the years. no one died, they all stayed family and together and it's all great, but not having Foa there.. oof.

[sea-lanterns]

(warning: quite long) Hi ! I saw that you read thirsts so here's a little modern(?) electro-women hc I feralized in my head:

They make you ride them whilst you apply their makeup. (strap or girl deek idc idc)

Her thrusts become harder on purpose once you start getting the hang of her previously consistent pace — her face has been serving as your stability so her sudden pace change made you accidentally smear the lipstick you attempted to apply. You apologize and she doesn't mind — you've been working so hard, so obedient and adorable from how your brows knit and scrunch, your fingers trembling to hold the brush, from how you bite your inner cheek or lip to stop whimpering, and from the way you were desperate and reeling for her promised reward. (It's not like she needed make-up, her face was already perfect in your mind's eye, fitting for Celestia's favorites that obviously included her.)

She sends a pulse of electricity through you and you yelp, smearing more of the lipstick you've been trying to properly re-apply. She laughs as you fall on her shoulder but she's had enough now. She needs to ruin you properly if she wants to make you as pretty as you made her.

Whether it be her fingers or c*ck — she always makes sure to abuse that one spot that makes your legs useless. Every thrust she makes, the higher you were able to see, high enough that half your vision was her and the dark. She sends pulses of electricity inside you, her large hands — met so easily around your hips just at the outside of your uterus— shock you as well, pulses inconsistent but enough for you to shake and null some neurons. Your clit can't escape, not when she fondles and pinches it between her fingers in her unholy curiosity about how much you'll take for her.

Just how many times could you come undone? Will you remember if she asks you to keep count? You've been saying the same number now — "7" when it's already been 12. Her baby is so cute, so adorably dumb that your words were only incoherent babbles. Her pretty girl can take one more, she can give her 5 more probably — mhm, you're so good to her and she hopes you hold her in that same regard.

My depravity has led me to lows I no longer could measure. I now wonder what is beyond the 9th layer of Gehenna. (did not proofread)

i actually have really bad thirst for anything related to cockwarming or sex while doing something else, so this particular thirst made me drool…

also, electro women you say? ooh, this is gonna be a spicy one (//▽//)

nsfw under the cut—————————

riding them while doing their makeup hmmm…

miko, lisa, keqing and ei would like it if you smothered your cunt all over their fingers. they love the feeling of you fluttering under their touch, their fingers sunken deep inside you as you stutter and try to do their eyeliner. the way you gasp and squirm on top of them makes them really want to devour you, so much so that they have to resist the urge to put you on their face, eating you out while your dripping precum ruins the makeup you tried so hard to apply…

beidou, sara and shinobu are the strap girls. they’d prefer having both hands on your hips as you groan and cockwarm the silicone dicks they picked out just for you. the way you resist the urge to bounce as to not ruin their lipstick is what drives them mad, resisting the urge to just thrust upwards and leave you smearing their lipstick all over, too shaky and overstimulated with their cocks hitting so deep inside you.

[metorea]

Ominis & Sebastian Going Down On You

Ominis/GN!reader and Sebastian/GN!reader. all characters aged up, NSFW below the cut ;)

Ominis

♡ "These are so wet already- why don't you just take them off?"

♡ Ominis says this all in the matter-of-fact way of his that would ordinarily be one hell of a mood killer, but presently, with him shirtless and on top of you, you find that you don't mind much at all.

♡ He smiles at you as you obey slowly, slipping your underthings down your legs partially before he takes hold of them with a tsk, sliding them down the rest of the way and discarding them to an unknown corner of the undercroft.

♡ "So beautiful." He'd mutter, half to himself and half to you, reverence thick in his pale eyes as he kisses a neat line down your torso. His hands are gentle and soft as they cup your hips, and Ominis continues to work his way down with his mouth.

♡ He hikes each of your legs over his shoulders, running his tongue through your folds in a dizzyingly slow motion. You exhale a breath you didn't remember holding, hips moving towards the friction but being caught by his patient hands, that guided them back to the ground.

♡ Ominis was determined to take his time with you.

♡ He'd take you in his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and feel of you. No matter how much you bucked and jerked against him he'd maintain his own pace.

♡ "Calm yourself, darling. I'll give you what you want, just wait a moment."

♡ You didn't want to wait a moment. Not with the way his tongue was working at you like magic and the undercroft was spinning and all you could feel was ..

♡ You're finished embarrassingly quickly. Your body reacts too quickly for your brain to catch up as Ominis makes impossibly quick work of you, and then continues.

♡ You sit up, thighs clutching and shaking around his head.

♡ He looked up at you through his mess of blond hair, and somehow, you knew he understood the expression on your face. He smiled into you.

♡ He doesn't stop.

Sebastian

♡ "I know the fastest way to feel better."

♡ You'd just finished telling Sebastian how stressed you were over your schoolwork, pouring over a large textbook at your desk in the room of requirement.

♡ You furrow your eyebrows at the boy who merely smiles back at you wolfishly, before crawling beneath your desk.

♡ You gasp and scoot your chair back to peak down at him. He grins up at you, taking the opportunity to spread your knees apart and make himself comfortable between your legs.

♡ You flush a brilliant red at the sight as your eyes widen. Sebastian was always a very forward man, but this was a whole new level. You swallowed hard.

♡ "Don't look so nervous baby, I don't bite." He purred, leaning his head against the plush of your thigh and looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

♡ "Less you want me to." He said, shooting you a wink. Your breath hitched. He punctuated his words with a gentle kiss to the inner side of your thigh, eyes still boring into yours as he gently nipped at the flesh.

♡ "Well, go on, then. Finish up your work."

♡ You blinked at him as he moved his head forward, pulling the chair legs forward so you could no longer see him. You could feel him, though. That much was certain.

♡ His tongue ran over the cover of your underwear and you felt your stomach do flips. You really, really hoped Deek wasn't coming back any time soon.

♡ You leaned over the desk, trying to support yourself as he continued to work at you.

♡ "Read it." He said, plainly. You turned even redder than you thought possible. You remained quiet for a moment, when teeth clamped down on your thigh once more. You yelped, before beginning to read the chapter you had open aloud.

♡ As soon as he returned to what he was doing you began stumbling over your words, to which he only seemed to move faster.

♡ By the time he'd had his way with you the first time, you'd completed two pages.

♡ Luckily, there was a whole chapter left.

[stanathanxoox]

Our Babies

“Our babies would be so cute.”

“Oh, yeah?” - Ominis Gaunt x MC

You had just escaped from the hospital wing, your boyfriend helping to escort you there when you had began to feel incredibly nauseous and dizzy during potions class with Professor Sharp. Matron Blainely had insisted that you spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing until whatever ails you passed, having sent Ominis back to class straight after he was sure you were settled. Matron Blainely had run some tests throughout the afternoon and come to only one conclusion, one that you should’ve probably suspected given your most recent turn in your relationship with your boyfriend. You made your way through the door into the room of requirement, having sent Ominis an owl when you were being released from the hospital wing for him to meet you there. You settled on the couch having noticed that he hadn’t arrived yet. Deek appeared a couple minutes later and bowed in front of you saying

“I have a plate full of plain crackers and some soup at Matron Blainely’s request for you Miss Y/N, she said that given your certain situation at the moment you may not feel like eating what is being served for dinner in the Great hall”. You take it gratefully, and chew slowly on the crackers

“Thank you Deek, I appreciate it greatly. Do you mind giving me and Ominis some space while I tell him?” you ask and Deek nods, taking your hand in his small one before he says

“Mr Gaunt has been worried sick about you all day Miss Y/N, kept on calling me to see if I knew any more about your condition. I’m sure he will be positively thrilled to hear your news”. And with that theres a poof and Deek is gone.

You don’t have time to even think or dwell on what Deek had just said to you because the door cracks open and you hear the worried voice of your boyfriend call out

“Y/N? Are you in here? I got your owl and came as quickly as I could” he says as he rushes into the room. You stand and make your way over to him, suddenly very nervous about the whole situation. You had known right from the beginning of your friendship with Ominis that he didn’t care much for his family or for what they had done and how much he wanted to escape. How much after this last year of school he wanted to leave and never return to his families home ever again. You hadn’t really talked about children apart from that if you had them they weren’t to be anything like his family. But you couldn’t help but worry what would happen given that you were both unmarried and - you couldn’t think of that. Your hands are ringing together, a sign of how anxious and nervous you are, something that even though Ominis can’t see he can still pick up

“My sweet Y/N, what is wrong?” he asks, placing his hands gently on your arms to reassure you

“Our babies would be so cute” you say, blurting the first thing that comes to your mind, another anxious trait you had. He raises an eyebrow even more confused as he asks

“Oh yeah?” and you nod your head before gently taking his hands and placing them on the slight bump that is your growing baby. You watch the different expressions flicker across his face, from shock, astonishment and wonder, to happiness and excitement

“Are you serious right now?” he asks, his voice a whisper and you nod leaning in and whispering

“Yes Ominis, we’re having a baby, Blainely thinks I’m about 12 and a half weeks pregnant” 

“We’re having a baby” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your lips and you smile

“Ominis, what does this mean for us and the baby?” you ask and he places a kiss to your forehead

“We have two months left till graduation my sweet girl, and then we can marry and raise this baby  together” he declares as if it was the surest thing in the whole world.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods

“Of course I’m sure my sweet girl, a life without you in it just doesn’t seem worth living and now that I know we’re having our own precious little one well that’s even more reason for us to be together don’t you think sweet girl?” he asks and you nod, as tears slip down your face

“I love you Ominis” you whisper and he beams. 

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[fierymiasma]

✰ Homecoming ✰ Part 2 // Dark!Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: She isn't sure if allowing an escaped Azkaban prisoner to stay with her is a good idea.

Sebastian does everything in his power to convince her otherwise.

Tags: Slight!Choking, Dark!Sebastian, AgedUp! AU, Azkaban!Sebastian, angst, Making out, Jealous!Sebastian, Obsession, Possessiveness

A/N: Since this will be a series, I decided to name my MC for ease of writing. Her name is Beatrice Booker!

Words: 3.3k

|| Masterlist || AO3 ||

Part 1 Here!

The first thing that she felt when she came back to consciousness was the sharp piercing pain from her back wound.  Her head nodded forward sleepily before something sharp jabbed her right in the eye.  Her head snapped back in pain as her eyes started watering.  Blinking drowsily, she looked at the wand in her hand that had traitorously stabbed her in the eye.  Now, fully awake, she was hit was several realizations at once.

Beatrice Booker had fallen asleep sitting upright on her bed, back against the wall, wand in her hand, ready for a surprise attack.  She had planned the stay up the whole night, watching Sebastian as he slept for the moment that he would wake up and….and…well she wasn't sure what she was expecting him to do but certainly something nefarious and evil.

Fuck she was getting soft.  What would Professor Hecat think of her, or worse yet Professor Sharp who always preached the importance of constant vigilance?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.  What in Merlin's name was she thinking?  She must have been going crazy to pull off what she did.  Breaking her crush friend out of the most heavily guarded prison in the wizarding world.  Kissing him in the most heavily guarded prison in the wizarding world.  Merlin, that kiss.  His lips,  his teeth.  His tongue.  There was something….dangerous about Sebastian.  How was she, one of the greatest duelist of this generation so easily defeated by a simple pair of lips?

It…it must be some form of new wandless dark magic Sabastian managed to pick up during his time in Azkaban.  Yes, that was the most logical explanation as to why his kiss and tongue were so addictive.  So warm and inviting.  So…  Her whole face went red.  Stop.  Don't even go there.  Don't think about Sebastian's mouth.

Speaking of….where was he?  Off to prepare an ambush?  Slowly, as to not make any sudden noises, she crept from her bed, silently.  She held her wand out, ready for a fight.

She didn't have to get very far.  There, at the end of the bed, was Sebastian.  He was curled onto his side on the hard wooden floor of her cottage, fast asleep without a pillow or blanket anywhere near him.

Beatrice Booker flushed, suddenly ashamed of her paranoia.  She stowed away her wand.  Deek would be ashamed at what a bad host she had been.  She should have at least offered the available couch or conjured up a new bed for him.  Sebastian probably hadn't even thought to ask for them, either too polite of a guest or just so used to the awful accommodations of Azkaban.

The thought made her feel even worse about how she treated Sebastian. 

Crouching down above the sleeping man, she examined his face.  Without the shadows of the prison bars, she finally got a better look at him in the daylight.  Asleep, he looked so soft, as if he were never capable of the awful things he did.  He looked boyish, and young, as if the weight of Azkaban had never touched his soul.  His freckles still dusted his cheeks and eyebrows still thick and handsome.  His jaw had a hint of facial hair, something that she was still getting used to, and she slightly mourned the baby faced cute Sebastian from her youth.

And his hair…it wasn't as long as it was it Azkaban, he must had cut it sometime after getting out.  The strands were a bit uneven as if he had cut it himself.  Some curls cascaded over his forehead.  She missed his gelled hair from their youth. 

Without thinking, her thin fingers reached out.  She yearned to brush his hair away from his face, to see more of his carefree visque.

The second that soft pads of her fingers touched his brow, he jerked awake.  Before the either of them could fully react, his arm shot out, a rough hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing tightly.  Sebastian was hyperventilating, his chest heaving with exertion.  Expression clouded with sleep, he tightened his grip around her windpipe.  Sebastian peered about wild-eyed, trying to take stock of his new surroundings.  Panicking, Beatrice's hands scrabbled at the hand around her throat.  She couldn't breathe.  Couldn't even scream out for him to stop.

"S….Se---Seb….' She gasped.  Her eyes pleaded for him to stop.

Was this it?  Sebastian's true nature?  After every adventure she had been through, was this how she was going to die?  Payback for the years she had stolen from him.

Ominis and Anne were right.  She was a fool playing with fire.

The primal fear in his eyes slowly blinked away as he realized who he was choking.  His hand released her as he withdrew his hand quickly as if it had been scalding hot.  She gasped for air, thankful for the fresh oxygen flowing into her lungs. 

Sebastian stared at his own hand in horror, the blood draining from his ashen face.  He stood, frozen, terrified of what he had just done.

He breathed in sharply.  "I'm sorry.  I hadn't meant…I wasn't trying…'m sorry, Bea, I didn't."

She coughed.  "It's…it's fine.  Forgive me, I shouldn't have snuck up on you."

He hugged himself tightly, hiding his hands by his sides.  "I'm sorry.  I hadn't meant to hurt you.  I thought you were the dementors."  Sebastian whispered so quietly, he might have been talking more to himself than to her.

Gingerly, she massaged her throat.  It felt tender and bruised.  Sebastian had gotten a lot stronger than she had last seen him.

She wondered what that strength was capable of.

Her cheeks colored shamefully as her mind wandered towards an obscene direction.  She coughed politely.  "Breakfast?"

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Deek had once told her that it was easier for witches and wizards (and really all folk) to have difficult conversations on full belly instead of an empty one.  So she waited until they had finished their breakfast and tried to ignore the painful way that Sebastian ate her mediocre cooking like a man who had been starved. 

"You're a free man now, Sebastian."  She was turned away from Sebastian as she washed the dirty dishes, too nervous to look at him in the face.  "What is it that you plan on doing with your life?"  She asked.  A part of her was almost scared to find what the answer would be.

"Be with you."  Sebastian answered her so quickly, that Beatrice doubted he put any thought behind it.

Her hands paused, dripping with soapy water.  Her eyes flickered upwards, to look at Sebastian's reflection in the kitchen windo.  He was lounging at the dining table peacefully.  Sebastian's chin was propped up on his chin, relaxed, as if he had already made himself a home.

She rolled her eyes, huffing at his response.  "No more of your silly jokes, Sebastian.  By no means do you plan to spend your freedom chained up to boring ol' me."

He was silent.  She frowned, puzzled.  Looking back up at the window, she was surprised to see that the seat was now empty.

Where did he go?

"Do you really think that lowly of yourself?"  A low masculine voice whispered in her ear.

She jumped, dropping a clean plate back in the soapy water.  When did he get up and sneak up on her? 

Sebastian was next to her, and suddenly, very, very close.  His eyes narrow with irritation.  "You have a magic beyond human comprehension.  Why continue to just sit here in Feldcroft waiting to grow old and forgotten?  Together, the both of us have the strength to take what is ours.  Come with me.  We could rule the world together.  Take what is ours."

The small hairs on her arm stood to attention.  The quiescent ancient magic that she had suppressed threatened to burst through her veins.  She was sickened to find how a part of her was entertaining his suggestion.  To follow in Isidora's footsteps. 

Misreading her hesitancy, Sebastian backpedaled.  Perhaps he had come on too strong with her.   

"I…I simply want to be by your side."  Sebastian's heart stumbled over its own rhythm.  "We could do whatever you want…be here or simply run away together."  His voice cracked.  "I don't care, so long as I am with you." 

She bit her bottom lip.  Was Sebastian always this vulnerable around her? He always seemed so confident and brash when they were younger.  Sure they became fast friends but…to profess this strong of feelings for a girl that he met a decade ago?

Clearly, his time at Azkaban had warped his mind, twisted it to think that she was even worthy of his time or affection.  As soon as he realized that she was the cause of all his misfortunate, Sebastian would smarten up and leave her.  Settle down with someone who was…better for him.

Sebastian's sick mind was all her fault.  If only she hadn't sent him to Azkaban.

She squared her jaw, decision made.  Sebastian would stay with her.  She could fix him, so he would realize that this…these feelings he had for her…were all lies, some type of coping skill he had developed to fight against the dementors.

After all, it was the least she could do for him.

"Stay with me here, Sebastian."  She decided,  "Stay with me here in Feldcroft.  You will always be able to find a home here with me."

Sebastian beamed. His entire face was lit with a glow that mirrored the warmth in his heart.  His slime, infectious and genuine, was so inviting that she couldn't help but smile back at him. 

He looked exactly how he used to…back then.  With the sunlight hitting his brown irises, she could almost pretend that the same cocky 15 year old boy was in front of her now. 

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Secluded in a far corner of the library, Sebastian and Beatrice, hid away from Madam Scribner's prying eyes.  Sebastian loved these moments where he got to be alone with her.  With her entirely focused on the schoolwork in front of her, he could stare at her unabashedly for hours on end. 

His voice was light and teasing.  "You got be pulling my leg.  You against three cave trolls, all at the same time?  Now, I bet that was a duel worth seeing."

She giggled.  Their spellbooks long been completely forgotten.  "Sebastian, You don't think a girl is capable of fending for herself?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly, nudging the girl with his shoulder.  Even through their thick robes, he could feel the warmth of her body heat.  "Far from it.  I'm only jealous I didn't get to watch.  You must bring me along next time."

She tucked her hair behind her ears, blushing under his gaze.  "Of course, n-next time."

His eyes disappeared behind his smile.  "Next time."

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Beatrix Booker dropped her sponge into the water, soapy dishes forgotten.

Sebastian Sallow was now next to her in the Kitchen.  His body was incredibly close to her's.  A part of her thought he was a bit too close but another part of her selfishly preferred it.

Words escaped him as he tried to find the words to express himself.

"Beatrice, I-"

KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK!

The fragile bubbles from the overfilling sink popped, breaking whatever was going on in between them.   The stranger knocking on the door had completely killed whatever Sebastian was about to say to her.

Sebastian stepped in front of her, hovering protectively between her and the door.  Instinctually, he had dug into his pockets for his wand, prepared for a duel.  She couldn't help but roll her eyes in fond exasperation.  "Sebastian, it's all right.  It's just Garrett."

"Garreth?  Garreth Weasley?  From Hogwarts?  He comes to your house?"  Sebastian's stomach dropped.  It was naïve of him to think that just because she was unwed, she wasn't being courted by anyone. 

She gauged his strange reaction carefully.  It seemed like any tiny thing could set the other man off.  "Yes…he does…when I send him owls asking him to come over." 

She moved to get the door for their new guest.

Sebastian stepped in front of her, blocking her path to the front door. 

"You send him owls?"  Sebastian scowled.

Her eyebrows knitted in confusion.  She shouldered past Sebastian, walking towards her entranceway.  "Yes, Sebastian, Owl posts.  How else am I supposed to talk with the bloke?"

His lips curled.  He'd much rather her not talk to him at all. 

In the short time Sebastian had been here, he found himself learning a lot about her life.  For example, Garreth fucking Weasley felt comfortable enough to welcome himself to the private home of an unwed, very single witch.

It was very fortunate Sebastian was here to put an end to this nonsense. 

"Beatrice?"  A very familiar, very annoying, voice called from beyond the front door.  "Are you awake?"

She hadn't even gotten a chance to wash up this morning, having gotten a late start thanks to a certain someone.  Looking at herself in the entranceway mirror, she fussed with her hair so she didn't look completely deranged.

This did not go unnoticed by Sebastian.  "What does Garreth Weasley want from you?"  Sebastian asked, more to himself than to her. 

She raised her eyebrow, still trying to tame the stray flyaways.  "He's a potioneer.  He delivers potions to me."

Likely story.  Beatrice was one of the most skilled potioneers in their class. What did she need from someone like Garreth?  Unless this "potion" was just an flimsy excuse for the former Gryffindor to make a pass on someone who was so clearly Sebastian's. 

"Beatrice!  Wake up already!  It's well past noon!"  The annoying git called from beyond the front door.

"Just a second!"  She called out making the final adjustments to her appearance.  Finding her presentation decent enough, she moved to grab the knob of the front door.

A coarse, rough hand firmly grasped at her slim wrist, holding her in place.

Beatrice huffed.  "Sebastian.  What is your problem?  It is quite rude to ignore the man.  He came all this way-"

He was hovering close to her.  The muscles in his jaw flicked angrily.  "I.  Don't.  Care."

Ugh.  It seems as though she would have to make him relearned the manners that former Sebastian once had.  "Sebastian, let go."

"No."  He growled.

She stilled.   Sebastian had never once denied a blatant request from her like that.  Alarmed by his words, she took a proper look at him. 

There was a predatory expression on his flushed face.  His lips were pulled back exposing clenched teeth.

"What's the matter with you?"  With her trapped wrist, she pulled Sebastian closer to her to give him a proper talking to.  "It's just Garreth.  He's harmless." She moved to get the door for their new guest.

"I don't want him to see you like this."  Sebastian sneered, pulling her closer to him protectively.

Now she was truly loss.  She was no different today than she was yesterday or the day before.  "See me like what?"

See her so beautiful, so gentle and soft, and so unclaimed….

…Sebastian had a solution for this.

Using the muscle he had built up in Azkaban, he pushed her back against the front door with a rather loud bang.  She gasped in surprise.  Biceps stranding, Sebastian hoisted her up off the ground, her back sliding upwards.  Fumbling with shock, she wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, less she fall onto the floor.

This was scandalous.  Obscene.  Completely bonkers.  Garreth was right fucking there, separated only by a wooden door. Sebastian was behaving animalistically.  She should stop him.  It was improper for a woman of this day and age to have a man in the house much less, touching her in this manner.  A real proper well-behaved witch would use some wandless magic and depulso him away.  Properly smack him for good riddance.

So…why didn't she?

Sensing her unspoken interest, he started nosing at her neck.  He inhaled the sweet scent that he had longed for over the past ten years of his life. 

Her breath hitched.

"Scared of me, sweetheart?"  His breath tickled the shell of her ear.

Whatever snarky reply she had prepared was lost in her throat. 

"If you don't want this, say the word.  Say that you're not absolutely loving this, and I'll leave you alone with Garreth fucking Weasley."

Her chest ached with a fluttery sensation.  Was Sebastian truly telling the truth?  Could she trust him?  Fuck it.  Manners be damned.  Twisting her hands into fabric of his shirt, she pulled him closer.  Merlin, she never wanted to let go.   

"Is everything alright in there?"  Weasley called, interrupting their bliss. "I heard a loud noise!  Beatrice, shouldn't move so much when you're injured!"

"Tell him to go away."  Sebastian growled against her warm neck.  Gentle lips trailed kisses on the angle of her jaw.  "Tell him you're mine."

She tried to same something semi-intelligent but only whimpered in response.

Sebastian's canine brushed itself against her carotid.  He nipped at her pulse point, so eager to consume her.  Latching onto her neck, he nibbled at the tender skin there.

A hiss escaped her clenched teeth.  "Ow!  Sebastian, what are you? A vampire?"

Sebastian's tongue ran over the fresh bite mark apologetically.  His mouth travelled elsewhere on her exposed neck, exploring uncharted territory.

"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you?"  She half-heartedly tried to protest.  "Garreth's on the other side of the-'

Mentioning the other man's name was perhaps not her brightest move as a rough growl ripped its way from Sebastian's throat.  He sucked at the flesh above her collarbone, no doubt leaving a mark to claim her as his.

She shivered with desire.  All her thoughts seem to melt away and were replaced with the euphoric satisfaction of finally being complete.  All those years alone, by herself in this sad small house.  She felt whole with Sebastian.  Her surroundings, her worries, her nagging thoughts seemed to melt away under his touch.  Her heart-

-"You okay in there?"  Garreth's voice sounded genuinely concerned now.  And a part of her feel bad that she was ignoring a dear friend.  "I..know you've been going through a lot, with Sallow passing away and all." 

"Merlin, does he every shut up?"  Sebastian grumbled into her hair. 

This situation was going to escalate quickly if she didn't regain control.  "I-I'm…ahhh Sebastian, fuck, give me a minute."  She raised her voice louder so it could be heard from outside.  "I'm sorry Garreth, I'm not quite feeling myself!" 

Sebastian snorted.  She nipped his lip in retaliation.

"Can you leave the healing potions on the welcome mat?" She shouted  "I'll pick it up later!"

There was a long stretch of silence.  For a second she was wondered that Garreth would find her behavior so suspicious that he would demand entry and the two of them would be caught in such a compromising position.

Well…now that she thought about it, it was probably more suspicious that she was harboring a famously dead now escaped prisoner in her small cottage. 

Finally, after several heartbeats of painful silence, Garreth relented.  "All right, fine.  Your potions will be out here whenever you're ready.  But you can't keep ignoring your friends forever.  It's been a month since….you know….  Poppy, Natty, and I…we're worried sick about you!"  

Guilt twisted in her gut at his words.  Her mouth was so dry.  Her head felt so foggy.  "Thank you, Garreth!"  She called out.

The hands on her hips tightened their grip on her.  No doubt leaving bruise marks in his wake. 

Once he heard the sound of retreating footsteps, Sebastian returned his focus on her neck, no doubt, upset that her attention was being taken away by another man.

As time passed, and the rest of her once pristine neck was marked up, Beatrice wondered if she would ever be capable of letting go of Sebastian Sallow.

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I can wait all night But that won't bring you home

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Marty usually waits up for you on the rare nights he gets home before you do. He grabs a beer out of the fridge, pops off the cap and collapses onto the couch, the TV on in the background because he can’t stand the sound of silence.

An hour passes and then two, he flicks open his phone and calls you but it goes straight to voicemail.

“Baby,” He says as his head comes to rest on the back of the couch. “I’m just checking in, will you call me when you get this? Give me an ETA.”

He doesn’t realise he falls asleep, not until he jolts awake to the sound of the Jaws theme tune coming from the TV. His phone is still clutched in his hand, he checks for messages but there’s none. It’s been three hours since he called and still no word from you. His stomach twists because he’s starting to get that feeling, that terrible one that jingles through his nerve endings. He calls you again but it just goes straight to voice mail. He leaves another message but cuts off because he sees the flash of blue and red lights outside the window and his heart just sinks.

When he opens the door, he’s greeted by two police officers, their hands clasped in front of them respectfully.

“Detective Deeks?” Your sergeant says carefully. “There’s been an incident.”

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A/N: I just realized that Kensi’s due date would likely be late December to early January, which aligns with a whole lot of pregnancy fanfics.

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It’s Baby Time

Deeks whistled softly to himself as he sprinkled a mix of shredded cheese Swiss and cheddar cheese on top of the egg-filled skillet on top of the stove. A couple slices of bread were in the toaster, and should be nicely crispy by the time the eggs were finished.

He heard a soft sound, and looked up finding, Kensi leaning in the doorway. She smiled when he noticed her, coming farther into the room.

“How long you been there?”

“A few minutes,” she answered.

“Well, you have perfect timing, because breakfast is almost ready,” he told her.

“You know, this is everything I’ve ever hoped for,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around Deeks’ waist from behind.

“What, me in my boxers in the kitchen?” he joked.

“Nooo. You cooking us breakfast in our kitchen on a Saturday morning with nothing to interrupt us. Our Pastry Babies.” She kissed the base of his neck, sending a pleasant shiver across his skin. “And also you in your boxers,” she added impishly. One of the hands on his torso crept lower to pass over her stomach.

“Mm, I always knew you married me for the floor show.”

Kensi didn’t protest, one hand drifting up to play in his hair. He made a quiet sound that might sounded embarrassingly close to a purr. “Baby, I love where your mind is going, but you’re gonna need to tone it down before I burn something.”

“Oh, I’m fully confident in your ability to engage in a little…distraction and cook that frittata to perfection,” Kensi disagreed. She eased up anyway, kissing his neck one final time. Deeks missed the press of her bump against his back as soon as it was gone.

She wandered away to let him finish cooking. When he brought their two plates out a few minutes later, she’d settled down at the table, her feet propped up on a second chair while she absentmindedly rubbed the farther point of her stomach.

“Breakfast for my ladybird, Croissant, and Doughnut,” he declared, setting a plate full of eggs, mushrooms, broccoli, onion, and cheese in front of Kensi. She immediately dug in, cutting off a large piece with her for.

“You’re lucky your dad spoils us, otherwise you’d be getting cereal and pop tarts most mornings,” she said after her first bite, speaking directly to her stomach.

Beneath the fabric of her shirt, her stomach moved in a slow wave-like motion as one of the twins responded to her voice. With only a few weeks to left, the babies were especially active, though Deeks couldn’t imagine how they had room to conduct their summersaults and tap dancing sessions.

“Hey, give mom a break. She’s trying to feed you,” he chastised them teasingly. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over Kensi’s stomach. He felt an answering push back that he thought might be a head.

“Ooh, that was a good one.” Kensi laid her hand over his, taking a momentary break from her meal. “I swear they act up even more with you.”

Deeks grinned, dipping his head to kiss Kensi’s stomach before he turned to his own plate. Kensi had slowed a little, not having much room for food with two nearly grown babies taking up space, so they finished about the same time.

“You know, you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot all the time,” Kensi reminded him when he started to clean up a few minutes later. “I’m supposed to keep moving around. You know Sheila said it would help during labor.”

“And you get that movement during your daily walk. I truly don’t mind at all,” he insisted.

“I know. I just don’t want everything to fall on you all the time.” Deeks raised and eyebrow as though she’d said something ridiculous no she glared back at him. “Marty Deeks, don’t you dare try and pretend that you wouldn’t run yourself completely ragged for us.”

“Maybe just a little,” he admitted. He flashed a winning smile, drawing it out until Kensi couldn’t maintain her glare any longer. “I like to though.”

“Even when it’s three in the morning and these two are tag-teaming diaper changes and feeding?” She pointed at her stomach.

“Especially then.” He knew it wouldn’t be easy, as they’d discussed many, many times, but he truly was looking forward to those late nights. After believing they’d never get to have biological children, he planned to bask in every moment.

It didn’t take that long to straighten up the kitchen again, and as he leaned down to put the skillet back in the oven, he felt a hand slip into his back pocket. Even 8 months pregnant, Kensi Blye could still sneak up on him as well as ever.

He shifted out of his crouch, Kensi moving with him, her hand staying mostly in place. “You looking for something in particular there, Kensalina?” he asked mildly. She squeezed in lieu of answering, letting out a pleased chuckle when his hips jerked back automatically into her hand. He turned around, to face her, finding Kensi grinning up at him.

“I know something else that will keep me active,” Kensi said in a low tone that instantly sent a shiver through him. She crowded him into the corner, between two cabinets, stretching up to kiss him.

Deeks parted his lips, leaning back while Kensi explored his mouth. He settled his hand on her lower back, giving her the freedom to slip her hand under his shirt. Her palm traveled the length of his back, then she tugged insistently at the hem of his shirt, her mouth growing more purposeful against his.

He groaned quietly, unable stop a soft whine from escaping when Kensi pulled away. Her eyes gleamed playfully as she dropped his shirt to the floor, smoothing her down his chest and stomach in a mirror of the path she created on his back. When she reached his hand, she curled their fingers together, guiding him back from the counter.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the midwife meant when she said activity,” Deeks drawled, his voice hitching ever so slightly at the way she looked at him.

“Maybe not.” She danced closer for a second, whispering into his ear. “But at least I’ll be laying down.”

***

Kensi woke up in a nest of pillow, the quilt pulled up to her shoulders, and the bed empty. She shifted a little, smiling at the memory of Deeks’ fingers ghosting over her skin. She would have liked to snuggle a little bit, but she knew Deeks had a running list of tasks he wanted to accomplish.

With her due date quickly approaching, they’d spent the last few weeks getting everything ready for the birth. Miraculously, despite the twins and her age, Kensi was deemed a low-risk pregnancy, and they’d ultimately opted for a home birth. Deeks had taken some convincing with that one, but he’d come around once he realized how much more comfortable she was with Sheila compared to the other providers they met with.

They had a section of the garage reserved for the birthing pool (a term that always made Deeks grimace), tarps, jugs of water, blankets, and dozens of other items they would need before, during, and after she gave birth.

Years ago, the thought of all the preparation, making decisions about baby furniture, car seats, and blankets vs. sleep sacks would have overwhelmed her. Now, she found it oddly enjoyable. Maybe it was the further proof of the two little miracles she and Deeks had created.

Shifting closer to the edge of the bed, she finally made a move to get up. She grabbed one of Deeks’ t-shirts on the way to the bathroom, which was just big enough to cover her bump and all the important bits. Though, since it was just her and Deeks around, it didn’t really matter that much.

Kensi puttered around the bathroom while the water warmed in the shower. Really, she’d have liked to take a bath for the dull ache in her back that seemed to be a constant. Instead, she settled for a few stretches and shallow squats, using the vanity for balance.

On her third squat, she felt a strange sensation, almost like a pop, and then a thin stream of liquid ran down her leg. She stilled in mid-squat, staring down at the clear liquid, the pressure in her back suddenly more intense than a few moments ago.

“Well, crap,” she muttered to herself.

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A/N: I know I’ve written Kensi going into labor before, but I realized now it’s actually canon and had to write it again. And, take the opportunity to continue my twins madness.

Thanks to @mashmaiden for encouraging my insanity!

So sorry for the rather uninspiring title. There will be a second part to this story.