This is what we like to call our deleted sexual hints. Due to mature subject matter, that we have decided to include in our story Back to You, which is rated T, we have decided to collect all scenes involving sexual relationships and put them in this appropriately rated collection of chapters. We have also decided to add detail to them so they don't appear as short as they were in the original chapters. We had to cut out many things in order to make it remotely appropriate. Anyway, thank you for your understanding.

From Chapter 4: The New Beginning

Meanwhile, Kirsten was being dragged to a room in the opposite corner of the house. "Sandy? What is the matter with you?" she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her, halting to a stop. She wasn't moving if she wasn't getting answers. "Sandy Cohen! Answer me! What's going o—" Her mouth was covered with his almost immediately. It didn't matter that they didn't make it to the room. The hall was fine enough. Her eyes shut slowly as he began to work his magic on her. She moaned, as the kiss grew deeper, her hands drifting up, cupping his face. He pressed her against a wall, his hands dropping to her waist, lifting her top slightly, touching the skin exposed. His thumb left goose bumps on her skin. She relished at his touch. He had been the only person able to make her feel that way. She tilted her head to one side as his mouth traveled to her neck, her collarbone. She moaned deeply as she allowed her fingers to get lost in his hair. His hand climbed up through her shirt to cup her breast. She groaned, "Sandy. We can't do this right now… can we?" He looked deeply in her bright blue eyes. He kissed her softly and pulled back. She searched his eyes and smiled, "I'll take that as a yes." He pressed back up against her, taking her mouth with his, again. Her top was pushed up to the base of her breasts, her toned stomach being explored by her husband's hands.

"Beautiful," muttered Sandy. The first word he had said since he had seen her in the kitchen, "Simply beautiful." Kirsten brought her hands to the bottom of his shirt, sneaking them up to graze his flattened stomach. She ran her finger up and down the thin line of hair from his belly button to beyond his pants. Her hands skillfully unbuttoned his pants and traveled downward, undoing the zipper. She smiled into his mouth as she toyed with the waistband of his boxers. Her mouth left his to kiss his jaw, his cheek, stopping before his ear. She took his earlobe between her teeth and tugged gently, whispering, "I want you." She kissed him urgently, her lips attacking his, never wanting to part.

Sandy's hand remained on her breast, teasing it in slow, rhythmic movements as his lips left hers to begin another trail of kisses. First down her neck, licking at her most sensitive spots that Sandy had discovered in their 20 years of marriage. Then down to her collarbone to the top of her breasts. He bit gently, not wanting to leave any marks. A mark on her chest would be a lot more noticeable that one on her neck. He didn't want her to suffer the embarrassment or their sons' disgusted glances alone. Sandy undid her pants as Kirsten placed her hands on his waist, leading him toward her. He pressed against her, covering her small frame with his larger one.

They kissed fervently, tongues meshing madly as they clung to each other. They began to lose themselves in the kisses as he fingered her waistband. He caressed her hipbone, sliding further down, grazing her gently. She moaned into his mouth, leaning into him as he brushed her lightly. She let her mouth leave his as she let out a throaty moan. Until Hailey's voice rang through their ears.

"Kirsten! Let's go! I only have about two hours with you!"

They both sighed, dejected as Sandy stepped back from her, his head bowed in disappointment. Kirsten ran hand through her hair as Sandy ruffled his slightly. She pulled her top back down and redid her pants as he did the same. She smiled at him reassuringly as she kissed him gently. She looked deep into his eyes as she wiped his lips. He did the same. She hugged him tightly and took his hand as they began their walk to the front door. Maybe later