The one-shot turned into a two-shot! Thank you to Lauren, Kerry, Sunny, Jen, Natalie, Cynthia, Panz, Mariana and kandy4eva for your reviews.

I hope you like part two.


Sandy: So what are you doing now?
Kirsten: You
Sandy: Glad to hear it
(The Perfect Couple)


"We should do this more often."

Kirsten responded with a smile and lifted her head as Sandy moved towards her to kiss her. They were lying together in bed: Kirsten on her front and Sandy propped up on his left side, one arm under the pillow and the other resting on the small of Kirsten's back. His thumb moved up and down over her skin. He had always thought she looked her most beautiful right after they had made love; her blonde hair falling around her, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated in excitement. Smiling, happy, satisfied.

She smiled up at him now and sighed happily. They rarely spent a lazy afternoon together like this any more, their lives too full and busy; only finding moments together, never time.

"Maybe we should think about scheduling it into our diaries," Kirsten joked.

Sandy grunted, aware that it was probably the only way they would be able to do this again. He resolved to make the most of having his wife to himself for a while and he edged closer to her, kissing her again. He ran his hand up her body and cupped her face.

"Mmm, I could stay like this all day," Kirsten mused when they pulled apart. "Maybe even a couple of days. How about the rest of the week?"

Sandy rested his head next to hers, invading her pillow so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Don't you think people might wonder where we are?"

"I don't care," Kirsten pouted.

Sandy chuckled. "We're going to have to go back to the real world eventually."

Kirsten smiled suddenly. "We should probably tidy up the kitchen before the boys get home from school," she giggled.

Sandy returned her smile, imagining Seth's face if he was to stumble upon their discarded clothes. They looked at each other expectantly and when neither of them moved, Kirsten nudged Sandy's chest.

"You go."

"Why me?"

"I'm not dressed."

"Neither am I."

"Sandy."

Sandy kept a defiant expression on his face, but her voice and eyes pleaded with him playfully.

"How about we both go?" he suggested.

"Ok."

There was a pause as no-one moved again.

"Sandy!"

"You didn't move either!"

Kirsten narrowed her eyes and Sandy could see her planning something. He grinned as she shifted her body so that she was leaning against him and she rubbed her nose against his. Their lips brushed against each other as she kept her eyes fixed on his.

"Please?"

"No."

She kissed him softly.

"Please?"

She kissed him again, lingering on his lips this time.

"It's not gonna work, honey."

Kirsten kissed him harder, forcing her tongue into his mouth and surprising herself when she felt desire course through her body. Sandy's hand ran over her back. Kirsten rolled on top of him, pinning him down under her weight, her hands resting on the bed beside his head.

Their lips broke apart and Sandy looked up at her. Her hair fell down around her, tickling his face. He smirked.

"You still want me to go?"

Kirsten smiled. There was no way she was going to let him go anywhere right now. She answered him with a kiss. Sandy's hands gripped her hips and he moved suddenly, sitting up. Kirsten went with him so that she was straddling his legs. She squealed as he took her by surprise. They sat with their bodies pressed against each other. Kirsten's mouth was sore from pressing so hard on Sandy's, his slight stubble grazing against her soft skin.

Sandy traced his lips from her mouth, down her neck to her breasts, his lips and tongue running over and over her. Kirsten moaned under his touch, his name escaping from her mouth as she sighed. She pushed her body against his mouth, tightening the grip of her thighs around his abdomen. Sandy's hands ran down her back and over her ass.

"Sandy."

Her voice pleaded with him, but she wasn't playing this time. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as Sandy's mouth moved back up to her lips.

Kirsten wanted him.

Despite her vehement denials, Kirsten was a Newpsie: a spoilt Newpsie.

And she always got what she wanted.


Sandy's head appeared around the corner first, followed by Kirsten's. They looked down the long corridor that led through the sitting room, past the front door and into the kitchen. They paused, listening intently. There was silence.

Sandy looked back towards Kirsten. "I think it's safe."

Kirsten nodded and they started to creep carefully down the hall. Sandy had pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and his robe; Kirsten was wearing only a pair of knickers and Sandy's old Berkeley sweatshirt, which stopped at the top of her thighs.

They found the kitchen as they had left it. The two wine glasses remained untouched on the island. Sandy went towards the family room to retrieve his shirt, which had been flung behind the sofa. Kirsten stopped in the kitchen, reaching down to pick up their discarded jackets, which lay in a pile on the floor. Sandy turned as she did and was greeted with the arousing view of her ass stuck up in the air. He smiled mischievously to himself and crept behind her, raising his hand slightly and leaving an unceremonious slap across her ass. Kirsten cried out in a mixture of shock and laughter, and stood up quickly, spinning round.

"Sandy!" she tilted her head and pouted at him.

Sandy simply grinned unapologetically at her. He moved away from her to pick up her top, which he had carelessly thrown over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Kirsten spied a tea towel on the island and she grabbed it, spinning it around a couple of times between her hands before whipping it across Sandy's ass.

"Hey!"

Kirsten raised her eyebrows, her expression one of "got you back". Her eyes moved down to her top that Sandy was still holding and saw him twisting it around in his hands. She looked back at Sandy's face and saw a glint in his eyes.

"No, Sandy, don't," Kirsten giggled, slowly edging backwards.

He didn't listen, but instead started towards her. Kirsten backed away, giggling.

"Sandy!" she warned again.

With a flick of his wrist, the end of the top swung out towards Kirsten and caught the side of her leg. Sandy grinned. Kirsten reciprocated and the towel whipped out towards Sandy's stomach. Sandy took another step and the top shot forwards again. Kirsten moved quickly this time, hiding around the corner of the island, laughing. She held the tea towel tightly in her hands, her arms stretched out in front of her, trying to look threatening. Unperturbed, Sandy followed her around the island, backing her into the corner. Daringly, Kirsten took a tentative step towards him as she let go of one end of the tea towel to hit out at him. It caught the front of his robe and it fell open. Kirsten's lips curled upwards in delight, raising her eyebrows suggestively as her eyes swept up and down his body.

"Oh, I'm going to get you for that," Sandy teased.

"Really?"

Kirsten flicked the tea towel out at Sandy again, grinning confidently.

"Oh, Little Miss Cocky now, are we?"

Kirsten nodded and continued to move around the island. Sandy's strides were bigger and he edged closer towards her. He hit her with the top again. Kirsten tried to get him back but Sandy was too quick for her and he grabbed the other end of the tea towel. He pulled Kirsten towards him, slipping his other hand around her waist. He smiled triumphantly at her.

Kirsten giggled. "Truce?"

Sandy shook his head. "You're not getting away with it that easily."

Kirsten raised her eyebrows, her eyes dancing and a seductive smile spreading over her face. Sandy's robe still hung loose and she ran her hands over his abdomen and around his waist. She looked up at him, pouting.

"Please?"

Sandy laughed as she pulled the same face as earlier. Kirsten ran her hands up his back and stood up on her tiptoes, tracing a line of kisses along his jaw line to his ear.

"Pretty please?" she whispered. She bit the bottom of his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it gently, before her lips moved back along his jaw and found his mouth. She pressed her lips against his and she felt him resist for a moment, until he gave up his fight and welcomed her into his mouth.

Sandy held her firmly in his arms as he guided her backwards, eventually pinning her against the work surface. His hands found themselves inside the sweater she was wearing and he sought the warmth of her skin. He pressed his groin against hers and heard her moan softly against his mouth. Kirsten's hands found his head and she ran her fingers through his messy hair, holding his face against hers.

They didn't hear the front door open; they didn't hear the low murmur of voices; they didn't hear the laughter that floated through the house.

"Oh God!" Seth's shrill voice echoed around the kitchen.

Sandy and Kirsten broke apart immediately. Sandy spun around to find himself faced not only with Seth and Ryan, but also Marissa, Summer, Anna and Luke. Seth cowered away from the sight of his lusting parents while Ryan lowered his eyes, obviously embarrassed. Behind them, Marissa and Summer giggled, while Anna smirked and Luke leered at Kirsten's slender legs until he felt Ryan's fist hit his arm hard.

Kirsten hid behind Sandy, her hands resting lightly on his hips, wishing she was wearing more than Sandy's sweater which only just about covered her ass.

"Dad!" Seth groaned, gesturing towards his dad.

Sandy looked down at his loose robe and he quickly wrapped it back around his body, grateful for the kitchen island that protected the sight of his bulging underwear.

"Uh, hey, guys…how was school?" Sandy stumbled.

Seth rolled his eyes at his lame question.

"It was good thanks, Mr Cohen," Marissa answered, amused. "How was your day?"

"Oh, um, it was, uh, ok," Sandy said.

He felt Kirsten's foot kick him against the back of his legs.

"Pretty good," he corrected himself.

An awkward silence fell over the kitchen.

"So, what are you guys up to? Planning on sticking around here?" Sandy asked as casually as possible.

Ryan smirked at the tone of Sandy's voice, which told them he didn't want them hanging around. "Not any more."

"I think my mom's taking my brothers out, we can go crash at mine and order pizza," Luke offered. " Oh, hey, my dad bought me the new Pro Evolution Soccer."

Seth rolled his eyes at Luke's enthusiasm for sports games, but nodded his head. Anything to get out of the house. They turned to leave.

"Be home by ten, ok," Kirsten eventually spoke from over Sandy's shoulders.

Seth and Ryan both opened their mouths to object, but Kirsten glared at them. "It's a school night."

They nodded and followed their friends out of the house. Sandy waited until he heard the soft thud of the front door before he started to laugh. Kirsten punched his arm lightly.

"It's not funny," she said, trying to hide a laugh.

Sandy turned to face her and he slid his arms around her waist.

"So…the boys won't be back until later. We've got the house to ourselves for the evening."

"What did you have in mind?" Kirsten smiled.

Sandy kissed her lips lightly. "How about we grab that bottle of wine…maybe a little snack…and tuck ourselves back into bed?"

"I like that idea," Kirsten said.

They separated. Kirsten picked up their discarded clothes, while Sandy grabbed the bottle of wine and two clean glasses. He paused at the island, reaching his hand out towards the basket of bagels that stood in the middle, but Kirsten stopped him, slapping his wrist.

"Ow."

"No bagels."

Sandy frowned. "I like bagels."

"I'm not letting you get crumbs in the bed," Kirsten said.

Sandy pouted but Kirsten stared firmly at him. He sighed and turned around, walking out of the kitchen. Kirsten stopped at the refrigerator and pulled out a punnet of strawberries. By the time she reached the bedroom, Sandy had settled himself on the bed, propped up by pillows and leaning against the backboard, his legs stretched out in front of him. Kirsten dropped the clothes on the table, carefully hanging their jackets on the back of the chairs. Sandy watched her, amused. Kirsten turned back towards the bed and caught him smiling at her.

"What?"

Sandy shook his head, nothing. Kirsten clambered onto the bed and settled herself in between Sandy's legs, facing him, her own legs crossed and resting on his. She accepted the glass of wine that he passed her. Sandy raised his own in a toast.

"Here's to this afternoon and many more like it."

Kirsten clinked her glass against his. "Cheers."

She took a sip of the wine and the cool liquid slid easily down her throat. She picked a strawberry out of the punnet and took a bite. Sandy's mouth watered as he watched her lips wrap around the strawberry and her teeth slice into it. A small dribble of juice landed on the edge of her bottom lip and he watched it linger there for a moment, before her tongue snaked out and lapped it up. Kirsten saw him watching her again.

"What?"

Sandy moved in suddenly and kissed her lips, tasting the strawberry.

Kirsten smiled and held out the remaining strawberry between her fingers. Sandy took it between his teeth. Kirsten picked out another strawberry, taking a bite and passing the rest to Sandy again. This time he took her fingers in his mouth at the same time.

"Ew!" Kirsten cried, wiping the slobber off of her fingers on his robe.

"I could get used to this kind of treatment," Sandy grinned.

Kirsten laughed. "Don't."

Sandy leant in again, kissing her. Kirsten lifted her hand and ran her fingers over his coarse cheek, before sliding it round to the back of his neck.

"I love you," Sandy whispered.

Kirsten smiled. "I know."

She did know. Not because he told her every day, but because she felt it. She felt it every time he brushed past her in the kitchen on a busy morning; she felt it every time he held her hand; she felt it every time he held his hand against the small of her back; she felt it every time he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they curled up on the sofa together; she felt it every time he held her as she slept; she felt it every time he kissed her; she felt it every time he made love to her.

Sandy reached out to her and tucked away a strand of hair that had fallen loose, his hand stroking her cheek – and she felt it.

"I love you too."

Sandy grinned. He would never tire of hearing her say those words. He took the glass from her hand and put them both down on the table next to the bed. They moved towards each other, finding each other's lips urgently. Sandy rested his hands on Kirsten's knees, running them up her thighs, while Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck. They both tasted sweet from the strawberries.

"We should definitely do this more often," Kirsten purred.