A/N: This piece is supposed to be more on the poetic side. I wrote it as a Prose poem for my creative writing class recently and I brought it in for workshop and I've revised it a bit and now I believe it's up to par for posting. Timeline…well this is clearly set in Season 2 when Carter and Kirsten went to the winery. This is all from Kirsten's point of view and things that may have been going through her mind in this particular moment.

Temptation

Stumbling through the door giggles ring out. Different scenarios begin to play in my mind. There was only one room available. Our bodies are close, electrifying the tension that's filled the air between us. We both drank too much. Our eyes are glazed over, but I'm positive mine are worse considering the size difference. He strips his wine stained shirt in front of me and my cheeks flush a light shade of red. In my foggy brain, feelings that I've been denying for months stir widely. I know I have to call you, tell you I won't make it home tonight. Your deep voice soothes me, yet I feel guilty because you weren't the man consuming my recent thoughts. "I love you" resounds in my head, and you hang up before I get the chance to return the sentiment. Ten minutes later, steam billows out from the bathroom framing his muscular body clad in only a "his" robe. My eyes lazily trail up his body before they rest on his green orbs, I barely breathe out his name. I hesitate…His hazel eyes are begging me to continue with whatever it is I want to say. The words dance against my tongue wanting to find release. Awaiting their chance to flow freely giving voice to feelings that have been festering since we met. However I swallow these words, these feelings. Knowing if they're said aloud I would jeopardize twenty years of marriage. Instead I hold back, bite my tongue and say, "I need to go home". Since, if I choose to stay in this hotel room with him, I will give into the tempter that's been taunting me since the day he arrived.