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DECENT DAYS AND NIGHTS

His hand began to play with the bottom of her shirt and his eyes swept down over his wife. There was a small bit of skin showing and Sandy stroked it softly with the back of one of his fingers.

She didn't protest, feeling his hands on her skin, but she wasn't exactly urging him on, either. Not that Kirsten didn't want her husband, but it was always hard to stop, and she didn't really want Ryan and Seth walking in on anything.

"You know, we should spend more time like this." Kirsten declared all of a sudden. Having spent the entire evening together made her realize how less time she had spent with her husband, just because her father and The Newport Group kept her occupied most of the time.

"Definitely." Sandy mumbled, a little distracted by his wife's perfect stomach. He ran his thumb over the hint of skin and it dipped into her belly button, which caused a wide smile to spread over Sandy's face. "How is it possible that even your belly button is beautiful?" He asked, absolutely taken aback. "Amazing." He said breathlessly.

"Hey!" Kirsten's automatic response was to swat Sandy's hand away from her bellybutton. "That tickles, Sanford!" Catching sight of the big grin on his face, she moved away from him, wary that he might start tickling her again. She burst out in laughter. "Bellybuttons are not supposed to be beautiful. They're just, well, there." She couldn't understand, for the life of her, what he found in her bellybutton that he found beautiful.

"Oh. It tickles, does it?" He laughed. "How about this?" He asked right before his hands worked on her sides.

Her laughter stopped abruptly as she let out a shriek. Kirsten couldn't help it, she was ticklish. Squealing, she struggled to get out of his grasp, but he was much stronger than her. Instead, her legs kicked his legs in protest. "Sandy, stop!"

Sandy laughed at her as she shrieked. He eventually stopped and smiled as he watched her giggles slowly fade.

"Well, it is." He said in reply to her bellybutton statement. "Everything about you is beautiful. Name one thing about you and I guarantee it's beautiful. From your nose to... "

Sandy looked around to find a part of her body which she would say was not beautiful. He finally found something. He picked up her hand and brushed over the manicured nail with his finger. "The cuticles of your nail bed or whatever it is called. I guarantee it's gorgeous. Just absolutely gorgeous."

She smirked, snatching her manicured hand away from his clasp. Kirsten wasn't a big fan of those cuticles either, but Sandy calling them gorgeous was just laughable. "Now, you're being silly." She shot him a look.

"You know, we never got around to finish that wine we had earlier." Kirsten said, referring to the bottle they had along with dinner. "Want me to go get it?" It would be a waste if they just let it be.

"Why, Kirsten? Silly? That's not like me." Sandy said, with an odd look on his face and with sarcasm. "Wine? That's not like you." He chuckled before picking himself up from the couch. "Yeah. I'll get it." Kirsten rolled her eyes at the sarcasm, but did not say anything, already used to it on a daily basis. She turned around to follow Sandy with her eyes, and watched as he took the bottle, and walked back to the couch. He sat on the couch and took a swig from the bottle before holding it out for his wife.

In true Newport breeding, a look of mild disapproval crossed her face as he drank straight from the bottle. She stared blankly at the wine as he held it out for her, not making a move to take it. "Sandy. That's wine, not beer."

Sandy shrugged his shoulders. "You said nothing about glasses. Plus, it's just us that's going to be drinking it. So what does it matter?" He asked, still offering her the bottle. "But if you're too much of a Newpsie, then I can get us some glasses."

"I am not a Newpsie." This time, what with Kirsten's disapproval of the women in the community greater than her disapproval of Sandy drinking wine from the bottle, she took the bottle from his hands and took a sip.

She smiled a little after realigning the bottle right up, indicating that she wasn't at all mad at him. "I guess you're really trying to get me drunk, huh?"

Sandy smiled as he watched his wife let loose a little. "Hey! You're the one who brought the wine back up. You can't blame this one on me." He chuckled. "But now that you mention it. Maybe I am." He said as he took the bottle back from her and took another drink from it.

"Not if you get drunk first, at that rate you're going." Kirsten teased, wiping her damp hands on her jeans after Sandy took the bottle of wine from her. She swallowed, tasting the sweet aftertaste of the drink.

"So you're trying to get me drunk?" Sandy asked incredulously. "Kirsten!" He shrieked in unnecessary falsetto.

She swatted him gently on the forearm, rolling her eyes at what seemed to be his impersonation of her. Kirsten took the bottle from Sandy again and had another sip, feeling the liquid burn a mild trail down her throat, though it was not as strong as vodka.

"So what if I get you drunk?" She challenged, setting the wine down on the coffee table, careful not to let it be near the edges for the sake of her rugs.

Sandy chuckled. "Let's see." He started as he leaned over towards his wife. "If you.. get me... drunk." He said quietly, face to face with his wife. He didn't actually answer her, instead he kissed her square on the lips, his tongue begging for entrance.

When it was finally granted, he eagerly tasted the wine on his wife. He was sure it tasted the same on himself as it did on her. But somehow she tasted sweeter than the wine he had drank. Ever accommodating, Kirsten parted her lips and allowed him in. As her tongue sought his, she, too, could taste the wine on him. She laughed lowly, not breaking the kiss yet, but instead wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders and hoisted herself on his lap.

Things got more heated as she deepened the kiss, with her slightly running out of breath. Kirsten found his bottom lip and nibbled it gently, as was her habit. But getting decidedly breathless, she pulled back, just enough to catch her breath.

"In that case, we should get you more to drink." She whispered seductively, her eyes alight with mischief as she stared into his own.

"So, you are trying to get me drunk." Sandy said as he picked up the bottle and drank again. "I'm not putting up much of a fight, though." He whispered to her.

With her stomach doing flip-flops already, Kirsten felt a shiver run down her spine as she felt his breath on her ear. She found it hard to resist the urge to pull him down on the couch and let him prove that he was all man to her, but she somehow managed.

Instead, raising herself up a little, she cradled his head in her hands and pulled him to her, tilting her head up to grant him access to the delicate skin on her neck. She sighed softly, resting her chin on the top of his head and closing her eyes.

Sandy was slightly confused at his wife's actions until she put her chin on the top of his head. Then he understood and a small smile appeared on his lips before he began kissing all the sensitive spots on her neck.

As his mouth worked on the flesh there, his hands ran up and down her back slowly.

"Sandy... please." Kirsten didn't even know what she was saying please for, whether she wanted him to stop, or whether she want him to continue. She was slowly beginning to fall under his control. She gasped softly, her eyes remaining closed as he kissed her on all the right places.

Blindingly, with him still all over her, she reached out to grip the neck of the wine bottle, and found it with a little difficulty. Kirsten then tipped the bottle to her lips, taking a sip in an effort to distract herself.

"Whatever you want, baby." He said quietly with a small chuckle. Sandy then continued on with his wife's neck. He smiled as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife grab the wine and drink some more. "Looks like my plan is working." He whispered into her neck. His hands worked their way into her shirt and stroked the soft skin of her back.

"Plan?" She questioned breezily, distracted. It was either that Kirsten didn't know what he was talking about... or she did, and she just couldn't remember at all. "What plan?

"Well, I keep drinking and you keep drinking. Surely we'll be drunk in no time." He kissed her lips softly. "Seems to me, the plans working just as planned for both of us."

Kirsten laughed softly, leaning in for one more sweet kiss before extracting herself from Sandy, and sitting down cross-legged on the couch, still holding the half-full bottle of wine.

"Maybe." She nodded gently in acknowledgement to what he had just said. "Or... maybe not." The last part was added teasingly, and Kirsten avoided looking at Sandy while she took another lady-like drink from the bottle.

"Well," He drew the word out as he reached for the bottle. "Failure..." Sandy took a drink and swallowed the liquid. "is not an option." He finished and held the bottle out for his wife.

"We'll see."

And a mischievous grin spread over Kirsten's features as she continued to tease her husband. She took the bottle from Sandy and had another drink, before she set it carefully on top of the coffee table. She reached out for his hand, her fingers stroking the back of it gently, as she smiled softly at him.

Sandy watched his wife in curiosity. He smiled at her tender gesture. "What are you thinking about right now?" He questioned.

Shyly but without hesitation, Kirsten met his curious stare, and returned his smile with another one of her own easily. "You." She answered simply, still stroking the back of his hand, her skin pleasantly warm against his.

Sandy smiled at his wife's sweet sentiment. He slowly leaned over and cupped her cheek with the hand that his wife wasn't holding. He looked down at her lips and began to slowly stroke her cheek with his thumb. He brushed his lips softly against hers before embracing them in a slow, passionate kiss.

Kirsten made no complaints when their lips met again in a kiss for what seemed like the nth time for the night. She ceased stroking the back of his hand, although hers still remained over his own. As their noses bumped against one another, she tilted her head to the right slightly, allowing her to kiss him better.

Sandy felt a rush of excitement as Kirsten allowed him greater access. He slid closer to her on the couch as he deepened the kiss. His hand gripped hers and he linked their fingers. He held her hand up to his heart and let it rest there. He broke their kiss for a moment.

"I love you." He whispered again before resuming their lip lock.

She pressed her hand firmly against his chest, speaking volumes about how much she loved him, too. The kiss went on for a few more precious moments, before she pulled back gently.

"Let's go to bed." Kirsten suggested softly, her sapphire orbs brimming with promises as they stared into his own eyes, her gaze never wavering. Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned in to give him another lingering kiss on the mouth.

"Ooo. Why, Mrs. Cohen." Sandy cooed, teasingly. He kissed her back with a smile. After the kiss, he stood and looked down at her. Sandy offered her his hand.

Kirsten allowed him to pull her up from the couch, feeling a pleasant warmth rush through her as she felt his hand on hers. Once she stood side-by-side with him, she wrapped both of her arms around his middle, clinging to him while she dropped a kiss at the tip of his shoulder. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, waiting for him to lead her to the bedroom.

Sandy began leading the way toward their bedroom. He kissed the top of his wife's head. His bad day had turned into a perfect evening with the promise of a wonderful night. Life was good. He looked over to his loving wife.

No, life was great.

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