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Kirsten relaxed in her large, comfortable bed on the brink of consciousness. Not wanting to wake up quite yet, but feeling a pair of eyes upon her, she slowly opened her own eyes to see her husband, Sandy, looking at her from his side of the bed.

"You're staring again," she murmured.

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring you," Sandy replied with a grin. He was continually amazed at how many hours he could spend simply watching his lovely wife sleep.

Kirsten blushed when Sandy continued to watch her. Stretching and burying her face in her pillow, Kirsten smiled. She secretly liked that Sandy watched her while she slept. Besides, she sometimes did the same thing to him.

Sandy could no longer resist, and closed the gap between them by pulling Kirsten over to rest on top of him.

"'Morning beautiful," he whispered.

"'Morning yourself." Kirsten smiled down at him before lightly kissing his lips. Sandy quickly deepened the kiss, leaving them both breathless and lightheaded when it ended.

Kirsten laid her head on Sandy's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing the exposed skin below the hem of her shirt. Kirsten always felt so safe in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of his strong chest. When Sandy began to talk, she could feel the vibrations and loved the sensation.

"I was thinking about getting a little surfing in this morning," he said casually.

"Oh, you were?"

Sandy could hear the disappointment in her voice. He looked down and saw a frown forming on her kissable lips. Smirking, Sandy continued. "I was also thinking that you could join me."

Kirsten looked up after hearing these words.

"Sandy, the fish."

"The fish won't bother us." Seeing that this did not convince her, he continued. "But, you could always soak-up the sun on the beach. Far from any fish."

Kirsten could see in his eyes how much he wanted her to go with him, and it was very hard to resist spending a day at the beach with the man she loved. Especially when his hands were now roaming her back underneath her pajama top.

"Come on," he nudged. "How 'bout it?"

"I suppose the beach would be nice," considered Kirsten.

"Oh it would, it would," Sandy urged playfully.

"And I never get enough of seeing you in action."

"So much action, baby."

This drew a laugh from his beautiful wife. "Okay, I'll go."

"Great! We'll leave after breakfast," said Sandy, moving to get up.

Kirsten clung on to him tighter. "Wait a second. I didn't wake up this early on a Saturday for nothing, mister." She jabbed his ribs with her finger to really get her point across.

Intrigued, Sandy remained where he was in bed. Slowly unbuttoning his pajama shirt,

Kirsten continued her seduction. "How about a little warm-up before surfing? I wouldn't want you to pull anything," she said innocently.

Sandy, wrapping his arms around Kirsten's waist, did not intend to get up now.

"Mm, I know a few moves we could use to limber-up," he suggested, before tipping her chin up to brush her lips with his. "It would be a shame to let our morning go to waste."