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Author's notes: This fic is going to be based on the spoilers and speculation about Kirsten and Kandy for the upcoming 4 episodes of The OC.

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Kirsten looked in the mirror one last time before she went into the living room to wait for Carter so they could work on magazine stuff. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that she was making sure she looked good for Carter. Why did she suddenly care what Carter thought of her appearance? He was a coworker. Sandy's the one she should be trying to impress. "But Sandy's not here," she reminded herself, "he's in Miami Beach, where you should be-with your family-but you lied to him and said you couldn't go because the publishers needed the edited copy of the new issue of 'Newport Living' earlier than planned and that you'd need to work overtime on it with Carter if it were to be ready for publication." Kirsten sighed, who was she anymore?

Before she had anymore time to think, the doorbell rang. Kirsten hadn't told Sandy a complete lie. She and Carter were still planning on working on the magazine.

What Sandy didn't know was that they'd be working on it after seeing each other all day at work.

At night.

At the Cohens' house.

Supposedly they chose that location because Kirsten had some layouts in the kitchen and it'd be easier.

"Before we start, how about some wine? This is the Feather Brooke wine I bought last weekend," Carter said with a smile as Kirsten led him into the kitchen.

"Sure," Kirsten replied smiling back. She never seemed to turn down an offer to drink more wine. Plus she needed some, she felt bad for lying to Sandy and she thought this would help get her mind off of that.

Carter pulled a chair out at the kitchen table for Kirsten, which she sat down in. He seemed to make himself right at home, grabbing the wine opener and wine glasses off the kitchen counter naturally.

He poured the wine and toasted, "To a night full of accomplishments."

Kirsten smiled and clunked her glass to his, taking a big sip.

For the first hour, the night seemed to be productive, but once Carter got up to get their third bottle of wine, after they had completely drank the two Feather Brooke bottles Carter had brought, things started heating up.

"I'll get another bottle of wine," he said as he stood up and walked over to the fridge.

"Get the merlot," Kirsten commanded, and then got up to get clean glasses. It was as if she was oblivious to the fact that Carter was acting like her husband, getting wine out of the Cohens' fridge, pouring it for her, toasting to her, yet, as Kirsten drank more and more, she seemed to care less about her real husband and more about Carter.

Carter opened the bottle of wine on the counter and simultaneously, both his and Kirsten's hands reached for the bottle.

"Oops," was Carter's reaction. "Trying to get the bottle before me?" he said laughing, "well sorry, my hand was on it first."

"Was not!" Kirsten replied like a bubbly teenager who got accused of staring at her crush in school. "I grabbed it first, let me do the honors."

Meanwhile, their hands were still touching each other.

"You grabbed it first? Look whose hand is on top!" Carter replied.

Kirsten looked down, realizing that her hand was still on top of Carter's. She noticed her wedding set shining on her ring finger. She began to think, "I wonder kind of wedding ring Carter bought his ex-wife."

"Kirsten?" Carter said, noticing she was daydreaming.

"Oh, sorry, I was just…daydreaming…" Kirsten said as she quickly took her hand off of Carter's and put it to her chin, hoping Carter wouldn't sense she was daydreaming about him.

"I know the feeling," Carter replied. Sensing that Kirsten was leading toward what he was, be continued, "The last few weeks I've found myself distracted on the job. I can't concentrate, I lose focus."

"I know what you mean," Kirsten said barely above a whisper. She feared where this conversation was going. She wasn't sure if it was because she was about to admit the truth to herself and Carter or because she felt guilty about what she was doing behind Sandy's back, but she definately knew she didn't feel comfortable.

"I've realized what it is that's distracting me from the job…"

Kirsten anxiously awaited his response.

"It's you…you're so smart and attractive and sexy. You're really hard to work with—not that you are a bad worker, you're a great worker, its just that you take my mind off the job and bring it into different places with your beauty," Carter said looking deep into Kirsten's eyes.

After looking at Carter for a second and taking a deep breath, Kirsten shakily began, "Carter, I'm not going to lie to you…it's been weird in the office working with you…you're…very attractive and I…I'm…attracted to you." Kirsten felt strange when she heard the truth come out of her own mouth. She'd been married to Sandy for 20 years and never once admitted, let alone found another man attractive besides Sandy. Now here she was, confessing her feelings for another man actually to him.

She grabbed the bottle of wine they hadn't poured yet, poured herself a glass, and took a big sip.

Carter poured himself a glass and drank it straight. Kirsten refilled his glass to distract herself from looking at Carter, and then went on to finish her own glass. After she put the glass down on the counter, Carter took this as an opportunity to get closer to Kirsten.

Kirsten looked up at him nervously as he approached her in distances never known to them. Neither took their eyes off of one another as they anticipated what was about to happen. Carter moved even closer and slowly touched Kirsten's cheek with his hand.

Kirsten's mind was racing. Her heart was telling her that she was married, but her mind kept thinking back to the night Sandy kissed Rebecca. "Its just one kiss," she reminded herself, trying to rationalize the situation at hand, "maybe I need to do this." Before she could think about it anymore, she found Carter's lips approaching hers at a fast rate.

Kirsten closed her eyes, not wanting to remember that she kissed another man in her and Sandy's kitchen, where she and Sandy had shared many, many sweet kisses. She felt Carter's lips gently touching hers, to which her lips conformed to kiss him back, but in a scared, hesitative way, the way she remembers how her first kiss back in middle school was.

As their lips pulled apart, Carter looked to see if Kirsten would let him kiss her again. When he saw that her eyes were still closed, he took it as a sign that she wanted another kiss. This time he was more aggressive and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as his lips touched hers more passionately.

Kirsten was surprised when she felt Carter get more aggressive on her lips and body. She wasn't expecting more than one kiss, but before she opened her eyes after that one kiss she suddenly felt him all over her. His arms began roaming her body, even lifting up the back of her blouse touching her bare skin. Before she had time to think how to react, the phone rang.

Without even thinking, she pulled away and grabbed the phone, thankful that there was a disruption.

"Hey honey…we just landed…how are things back in the OC?" Sandy said perkily.

"Sandy?" was all Kirsten could muster out. Her face turned red. She felt as if Sandy could actually see what she had been doing through the phone.

"Yeah, you okay? You sound a little…frazzled."

"…I'm fine. How are the boys?" Even in a near drunken state, Kirsten still thought clearly enough to worry about her boys.

"They're fine. Already chasing after these Miami girls. I should get going though, I just wanted to let you know we're here. Call me if you need me. I love you."

Kirsten felt even more guilty now. Carter sensed her distress. "You okay?" he asked rather coldly compared to how he was just five minutes ago, as if he was really saying, "What's the problem, lets continue where we left off."

"I'm fine…but we should probably wrap things up for tonight. I think we accomplished enough."

"Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow at work. And then tomorrow at your place again?"

"I'm not so sure," Kirsten said hesitantly.

"Well you let me know. I had fun tonight," Carter said as he leaned in to kiss Kirsten's cheek. "Good night."

After Carter let himself out, Kirsten, who hadn't moved since she hung up the phone, was leaning against the fridge. She let her body roll down to the floor, so she was sitting with her knees up. She put her head in her hands. How many things could she have done wrong in one day? Lie to Sandy about why she couldn't go on their family vacation…tell Carter she's attracted to him…kiss Carter…lie to Sandy about being okay when he called. It was going to be one long night. She slowly got up and took the merlot sans glass with her to the bedroom. She'd have to figure everything out in the morning, but for now, she just wanted to drink away her misery.