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Summary: Kandy fluff, set mid-season one.
Sandy: It feels like we don't have any time alone any more
Kirsten: That's not true, we have moments
Sandy: I want more moments
(The Third Wheel)
Sandy sighed and flipped the pages of the file in front of him. He was bored. His work at Partridge Savage and Kahn consisted of nothing but petty nuisance lawsuits and he hated it. They had given him nothing exciting to do since the civil action against the Newport Group and even though he was glad that was over, he missed it. He missed fighting for a good cause; he missed arguing his case in court; he missed the feeling when he won, knowing that he deserved it. Being a lawyer was supposed to be exhilarating; it was supposed to stimulate his mind, not send him into a deep state of boredom.
Sandy checked his watch. 2.27pm. He had at least another 3 hours of work left. Sandy closed the file and let his eyes wander. They rested on a photograph frame that stood proudly on his desk, its contents being the picture that had been taken at Chrismukkah of the family. The four of them: Sandy, Kirsten, Seth…and Ryan. Sandy had realised only a couple of weeks ago that the photograph that stood on his desk was an old one; one that didn't include Ryan. He had fixed that quickly.
His eyes moved back along the photo: Ryan, Seth…Kirsten. His eyes paused on his wife, taking in her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her cute button nose.
His mind started to wander. She had gone to work this morning dressed in a tight fitting suit, which accentuated her slim figure and was cut just low enough to tease. It was sophisticated and classy. It was sexy.
Sandy shook his head, trying to get the images of Kirsten out of his mind. He opened the file again and tried to concentrate on his client. Mr Langridge was in dispute with his neighbour over the height of his hedge. He loved the way she smiled in her sleep when she was dreaming. Mr Langridge wanted to know if he could stop his neighbour from growing his hedge over the top of the fence that divided their properties. He loved the way she would straighten his tie in the morning. Mr Langridge claimed that the tall hedges were blocking the sunlight from the flowers in his garden. He loved the way she always laughed at his jokes. Mr Langridge was threatening to cut the hedge down himself if Sandy couldn't help him. He loved the way she moaned his name when she…
That was it. Sandy didn't want to be at work any more.
He picked up the phone and dialled the familiar number, waiting for the familiar voice to answer.
"Kirsten Cohen."
Kirsten Cohen. He loved that she carried his name; he loved the way it fitted so perfectly with hers; he loved the way she said it so naturally. KirstenCohen.
"Hello?"
Sandy snapped back to reality. "Hey baby."
"Hey. Everything ok?"
Sandy cleared his throat. "Are you busy?"
He knew she was frowning. "Just dotting some i's and crossing some t's. Why?"
"Do you think you can get away from work for the afternoon?" his voice was suggestive and Kirsten knew immediately what he was really asking.
A smile started to form on her face. She could hear Sandy breathing impatiently on the other end of the phone. She paused, teasing him, before finally answering.
"See you at home in ten minutes?"
A wide grin spread across Sandy's face. "See you in ten."
Sandy pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up. Grabbing his jacket and his briefcase, he almost ran out of the door in anticipation.
"Helen, I have to go…out," he said to his secretary.
"Out?"
"Yeah, um, I need to go and speak to Mr Langridge about his, uh, hedge problem. It would be a lot easier if I, uh, saw the hedges," Sandy rambled, conscious of her curious eyes watching him in his flustered state.
He didn't wait for an answer. Searching for his keys in every pocket, he rushed down to his car. He had to be careful not to drive over the speed limit as he raced home. Patience was not a quality that Sandy possessed when it came to his wife. Kirsten's car was waiting in the drive when he arrived home. He climbed the steps two at a time and crept quietly into the house. He could see Kirsten in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of wine. He tiptoed up behind her, suddenly wrapping his arms around her waist.
Kirsten yelped in surprise.
"Hello," Sandy whispered seductively in her ear.
"Hello," Kirsten purred.
"Are we alone?"
Their house was busy these days. Seth and Ryan were always coming and going, bringing with them a handful of friends and girlfriends. Hailey hung around the house all day, with no money to spend and no friends to visit. Sandy usually loved having a busy house, but not today.
"We're alone," Kirsten confirmed, spinning around in his arms.
Sandy pressed his lips urgently against hers, his hands firm against her back, holding her against his body. Kirsten's hands ran up his arms, cupping his face before combing her fingers through his hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself away from the kitchen island and lifting herself up towards him. Sandy ran his hands down her back and over her ass, savouring her taste as he kissed her. The wine went forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.
Kirsten's hands dropped to Sandy's shoulders and she edged them under his jacket, pushing it off his body. It fell to the floor in a crumpled heap as they stumbled backwards, falling against the refrigerator. Kirsten pinned her husband against the solid object as she tugged at his tie, losing his lips as she brought it over his head. They stood silently for a moment, staring at each other in breathless wonder. Sandy grinned mischievously, reaching his hands out and slowly unbuttoning Kirsten's jacket. It fell loose, exposing the thin top that she wore underneath. Sandy removed the jacket easily and it joined his on the kitchen floor. His eyes swept over his wife, but he didn't have time to think before Kirsten's lips attacked him again. He responded obediently and he heard her moan softly as he ran his tongue over hers.
They started to move across the kitchen. Sandy's hands settled on Kirsten's hips, leaving a small gap between them as Kirsten struggled with the buttons on Sandy's shirt. Their mouths stayed together the whole time, refusing to let go, until they hit the kitchen table. Kirsten cried out in pain as the sharp edge of the table dug into her thigh.
Sandy's eyes wandered down her body towards her injury, a mischievous glint taunting her. He grinned and, wrapping his arm around Kirsten's waist, he lifted her up onto the table.
"Did that hurt, baby?" he asked softly.
Kirsten bit her lip to keep herself from smiling and nodded, pretending to pout. Sandy leant in, kissing her lightly on the lips and slowly tracing a line of kisses over her cheek, down her neck and across her breastbone. His hands crept under her top and he lifted it over her head in one swift movement, exposing her perfectly toned stomach. Sandy dropped his head to leave a circle of kisses around her belly button and felt the muscles rumbled against his lips as she moaned.
Kirsten's hands reached for him and they found his head, her fingers wrapping themselves around tufts of his hair and pulling him back up to her face, finding his lips with her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him. In one swift move, Sandy lifted her up off the table and carried her over to the family room. Kirsten giggled as he dropped her onto the sofa, standing over her. She lifted her right leg and rested the sole of her foot against his abdomen, worming her big toe into the top of his trousers.
Sandy grinned and fell forward over his wife, holding onto her ankle so that her leg was now at a right angle with the rest of her body. Kirsten bent her knee, so that her foot rested on Sandy's back. Her left leg hung over the side of the sofa, resting on the floor. Sandy stretched his body over her and lowered his head to kiss her. Kirsten ran her hands under his shirt, finally pushing it off his body and casually tossing it over the back of the sofa. Sandy pressed himself down on top of her, careful not to hurt her small frame. Kirsten welcomed him, running her hands up and down his back and digging her nails into his skin.
"Maybe…we should…head…to the…bedroom," Kirsten spoke between Sandy's kisses, always the pragmatist.
Sandy lifted his head and smiled. He pushed himself up with his arms and stood at the end of the sofa, looking down at her with lustful eyes. He held his hand out and pulled Kirsten up to standing. He leant forwards to kiss her lips, before playfully scooping her up into a fireman's lift.
"Sandy!"
Sandy laughed and carried her down the hallway as she left kisses over his back. When they reached the bedroom, he flung her onto the bed. Kirsten squealed as she landed on the soft pillows. Sandy removed his trousers before deftly working on Kirsten's, leaving them in only their underwear. Kirsten stared up at her husband, her eyes begging him to join her. He complied willingly, hovering over her face for a moment.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Sandy gushed.
Kirsten smiled shyly.
"I love you."
Kirsten stared into his eyes, finding his soul like she always did.
"I love you too," she responded.
Kirsten lifted her head to find his lips again, letting him consume her as she consumed him.
He completed her. She completed him. They just did.