Okay i'm stillvery mucha Kandy shipper and i know i have alot of unkandified fics out there to name a few (pain, betrayal and now this) i know i know shamless self pimping but here ya go. Enjoy.

Maybe some spoilers for upcoming eps.

Kirsten stumbled into the hotel room giggling hysterically, "I can't believe they only have one room left!" She flopped back onto the bed and felt the mattress tip as he plunked himself down next to her.

"So the research went well huh?" he asked eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah a wine tasting party with a group of pensioners will go down well with Julie Cooper-Nichol. I don't think it'll go too well with the, "Jelly shoes? The new mukluks?" She laughed. They were quiet as Kirsten closed her eyes trying to ward off the dizziness, which had suddenly over taken her. Carter stared to the ceiling smiling. He couldn't remember the last time he was drunk because he had been out drinking instead of drowning his sorrows with tequila in his apartment. Kirsten sat up and pulled off her jacket clumsily before tugging at the straps on her shoes. Carter pulled himself up from his lying position so as he was sitting next to her. He bent down and quickly unbuckled her shoes chuckling at her embarrassment.

"I didn't mean to get so drunk!" she said quietly.

"Well turning away the spit bucket certainly didn't help." Carter paused and tilted his head as Kirsten grinned. He loved how she smiled at him. There was a childlike curiosity about it and she only used it with him. Her Julie smiles were forced, Seth and Ryan smiles a mixture of pride and confusion at times. Sandy's smiles were of pure and utter adoration. Sandy. He kept saying his name over in his head trying to block out the thoughts of this married woman he knew he was falling for. But his thoughts floated back to her smiles. His smiles. Her Carter smiles that belonged to him and only him. Kirsten turned around suddenly as her cell vibrated on the dresser next to her. She reached for it lazily and flipped it open.

"Seth? Hey honey I was just about to call you." Carter breathed a sigh if relief. He was worried that Sandy would ask her to come home or offer to pick her up. Kirsten continued, "Yeah sweetie I'm gonna stay here tonight. We both drank too much to drive so… I'm with Carter… yeah don't worry sweetie I'll be home in the morning. I'll take a bus or something. Okay tell your father I'll see him tomorrow. Bye Seth." She flipped her phone closed and the room was consumed in silence. Carter was impressed at how Kirsten was able to act so sober on the phone. One hint of her son's voice and she was no longer the giggling teenager she was a moment before. Her words were no longer slurred together and drawn out. Perhaps it was a show for him, "I hope so." He thought. Kirsten looked around the room waiting for something to happen before looking down at herself.

"Looks like we'll be sleeping in these since we don't have any other clothes." Carter studied Kirsten's flimsy blue top and tight jeans. He frowned, "We left the car in the parking lot right?"

"Yeah the wine tasting was just downstairs so that's where it'll be. Why?" she asked frowning at him this time.

"Wait here," he pounced off of the bed and grabbed his car keys. Kirsten followed him and grabbed his arm, "You are not driving in this state." Her grey blue eyes screamed authority and Carter smirked. "I have a bag of laundry in my trunk. Kirsten released his arm blushing sheepishly, "And don't worry it's clean," he said smiling.

As Carter ran down the steps he felt less groggy. The alcohol seemed to be wearing off so after he collected his bag he decided to try and snag a bottle of wine from the hall downstairs. He peered around the door and found a few cleaning ladies mopping the floor. The table was still stocked with random bottles of wine obviously not cleared yet. He stepped into the hallway and one of the women turned to him accusingly as of to say "Why the hell are you here?" He pointed to the table, "I left my cell over on the table. Just gonna grab it and get out of your way." The lady went back to her mopping and Carter walked over to the table trying to find the wine he knew Kirsten favoured something about Russian River Valley. He couldn't remember and he was taking too long so he grabbed the closest bottles and hid them in his bag. He slid out of the room unnoticed and very pleased with himself.

As the door closed on Carter Kirsten looked around the room again looking for something to amuse herself. She tried the TV and got static. She searched through the drawers and found a bible and a packet of condoms obviously left by the previous occupants. This got her wondering what else hadn't been cleaned out. She scanned the bed and found nothing glaring at her. She picked up the packet and threw it into the bin. "It's not like I'm gonna need them," she joked to herself. But as her eyes travelled back to the wastebasket she let her imagination wander a little. It was like an old porn movie. Her stuck in some dirty little hotel room with her sexy new colleague as her husband sat at home with their kids oblivious to the entire thing. She cringed pushed the box all the way to the bottom of the basket making sure it was covered. She almost laughed as she realised how worked up she was getting over a box of condoms! She checked her appearance in the mirror and cringed for the second time in the space of five minutes. Her face was flushed red and her eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol. Her was sticking up on end from her climb upstairs with Carter playfully pulling her back downstairs. She crossed the room to their en suite. She grabbed her purse on the way and found some concealer, eyeliner and some mascara. She wiped off the excess makeup and started again allowing the concealer to cover up the dark circles and reapplied her mascara. She tugged at her top until it finally sat the way she wanted it. She spritzed herself with perfume and brushed her hair through straightening out all the tugs and decided she was decent enough to face the world again. Or at least Carter anyway. She sat back down on the bed and waited for him to return. He had been gone so long she was starting to wonder where he had gotten. She pushed her thoughts of Sandy and the boys out of her head. Isn't this what Sandy had been doing a few weeks ago?

Carter pushed open the door of the hotel room and found Kirsten sitting on the bed where he had left her but she looked much more composed. Her face had calmed down considerably from the drinking and giggling and her makeup wasn't as smeared as it was when he left. A small part of him gleamed when he thought of her trying to make herself look good for him. "What took you so long?" she asked. Again Carter noted the concern in her voice and smiled inwardly.

"Look what I got." He said as he reached into his hold all and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Kirsten's eyes widened in surprise before breaking into a grin.

"You stole from downstairs?" She asked laughing. Carter nodded and threw another three bottles onto the bed. He then held out his bag to Kirsten, which she took with a frown, "Choose anything you want. Just to sleep in of course." He said. She peered into the bag and found an array of t-shirts and shorts. She reached in and pulled out an oversized pair of boxer shorts covered in the alphabet.

"Wow these are sexy." She said sarcastically, "Did your mommy buy them for you?"

"Well if your gonna mock you'll have to sleep in your own underwear. Much more revealing I'd bet." Kirsten blushed. She marvelled at his ability to make her blush so suddenly with a short comment or a sideways glance. She pulled out a blue t-shirt with the words, "New York," written across it. She smiled.

"Sandy has this shirt." Carter turned to find Kirsten holding the old shirt in her hands lost in thought. She continued to search through his bag and found some board shorts before retreating to the bathroom to change. When she returned Carter had already changed into a plain white tee and some sweatpants.

"Better?" he asked as she tugged at the shorts afraid of them falling down. He pulled her toward him, "Come here." He lifted her shirt and caught a glimpse of her perfectly toned abdomen. He paused, his breath lost for a second, before reaching for the waistband and tugging at the cord to tighten them around her tiny waist. He pulled the shirt back down again and saw the "New York," writing and his thoughts went to her husband. Damn her for choosing that shirt.

Kirsten shivered as Carter's fingers ran around the inside of the waistband grazing her flesh so softly it tickled. When he pulled her top back down it came to her knees and he laughed. She smiled sadly as he noticed the, "New York," imprinted on the top. She wished she had never mentioned Sandy before. "I think I'm gonna go to bed," Kirsten said trying to fake a yawn. She just wanted to go to sleep and sober up properly so she could drive home and lie in the arms of her husband before he left for surfing.

"You don't want a some wine? I mean it's still kinda early." Carter asked placing the four bottles on the dresser.

"No but thanks. I'd rather just go to sleep. I'm kinda tired." Carter nodded defeated and turned to the double bed facing them both. They hadn't really thought about it but as there was only one room left they didn't think anymore about sharing. It hit Kirsten now like a ton of bricks. Carter held his hands up.

"Uh you go ahead. I can sleep in the chair." He gestured toward a flea bitten armchair in the corner in the room and Kirsten sighed.

"No. No honestly we can share the bed. It's big enough for two anyway so…" she climbed under the covers on the left hand side of the bed. Carter climbed into the other side, "Well your lucky I'm a right side of the bed guy or we'd have a problem on our hands." He tried to joke to break the tension but he knew it had been building since the moment the met and a bad joke wasn't gonna make a dent in it.

They both lay back to back in the darkness in silence until they both finally fell asleep.

Kirsten woke up a couple of hours later a breeze blowing in her face. She opened her eyes and found herself nose to nose with Carter. The breeze was him breathing heavily in his sleep and onto her face. She wanted to turn away. Her head was screaming at her to turn her back but all she wanted to do was place her lips on his if only for a second. His eyes fluttered open and he found her staring at him starry eyed, "Hey." He said croakily.

"Hey," she whispered. His eyes were glassy from sleep and he blinked a few times to try and see her more clearly. He wanted to remember this forever. The one night he woke up next to Kirsten Cohen. He knew it wouldn't happen again. He wanted to stroke her hair and cup he face but he knew he couldn't. They both stared at each other before Kirsten pushed herself closer to him. He brought his hand up to her face and grazed her cheek and she shuddered. He wanted to yell with joy that she wasn't pulling away. In fact she was pushing into him. Trying to get as close as she could. When her lips grazed across his he wondered if he was still asleep but as the pressure on his lips built he knew it was real and pushed Kirsten onto her back pining her down by the wrists.

Kirsten lay on the edge of the bed twisting her wedding rings around her finger. They glinted in the light and onto the sheets. She lay there for an hour waiting for him to fall asleep before letting herself cry. She had cheated on her husband. She didn't give Sandy a second thought as she writhed beneath him begging for more. With a muted cry, "Carter," it was over and he rolled onto his own side of the bed where his breathing steadied and finally fell asleep. Kirsten waited only a second longer before dressing and leaving Carter alone in the hotel room.

When she got home after paying the taxi driver fifty dollars for taking her so far she took a long shower. Making sure his smell was gone. Afraid his taste still lingered on her tongue she scrubbed her teeth clean twice with a brand new toothbrush. She pushed the thoughts of his fingers grazing her skin, his eyes roaming her body, his sweat mixing with her own, out of her mind. She crawled into bed with her husband and curled up in his arms. She told herself she'd be fine. It didn't happen. No one would have to find out. She leaned up on one elbow and kissed her slumbering husband deeply to wake him. "Hey I thought you were out for the night?"

"I took a cab." She said smiling sadly. She kissed him again even more deeply this time and Sandy smiled.

"Oh. Is this a booty call?"

"Do you want it to be?" She asked but was silenced by her husband's lips against hers. She kept her thoughts fixed on Sandy afraid her mind would wander. And she didn't want that. She didn't ever want to think of him again. Especially not her night in the hotel with Carter Buckley.

Chapter 2 up soon