Daylight To Night

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is IT. Ok! Please don't entreat me for more! I know I could continue…do the rest of the season (lol) but then it would get depressing again! Maybe one day when I'm very bored! You can tell me to get my ass in gear and finish my long fic instead! This one kept trying to get smutty but I controlled myself lol! Enjoy

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Kirsten was sat on the bed kicking off her shoes when Sandy emerged from the bathroom. He'd showered while she rinsed the dinner plates and put them in the dishwasher.

Something Sandy didn't understand.

There were a lot of things he didn't understand.

She never thought she'd be one of them.

'Um, Seth asked about…us,' he told her from under the towel he was vigorously rubbing his hair with.

'Ryan asked me.'

'Oh. W-what did you say?'

'I said everything was fine, just been working a lot and getting stressed. Don't think he bought it.'

'Don't think Seth did either.'

'What did you tell him?'

'Same as you really. I don't know Kirsten.' Sandy paused, 'Do I tell him I upset you? He and Ryan would probably frogmarch me out. Do I tell him the only reason we're not sleeping in separate beds is because we can't sleep alone? I don't ever want to admit that.'

'You did the right thing. They can't know, don't need to.'

'What if they do already?'

'It's in the past now.'

'So was Rebecca and she came back to haunt us.'

'I'm gonna go shower,' Kirsten said and disappeared into the bathroom.

Sandy sighed, tugging on a pair of boxers and an old T-shirt.

This wasn't meant to be them.

She took her time in the shower reluctant to get out and face her husband who would be waiting for her in their bed.

Their bed.

She stood immobile beneath the spray and let it wash away her tears.

She couldn't keep thinking like this.

She had to let Rebecca go.

Sandy had.

Sandy.

She could visualise him from a moment ago; towel round his waist, hair damp and dripping into his eyes.

Kirsten twisted the thermostat sharply to cold.

He wasn't in their room.

Wasn't waiting in their bed.

She wasn't sure how that made her feel.

Relieved? Disappointed? She didn't know.

Kirsten found him slouched on the couch, lazily flicking through the channels.

'Where are the boys?' she asked quietly.

Sandy looked round startled and slid over so there was room next to him, 'Poolhouse; play-station superbowl.'

She sat down tentatively, curling her feet beneath her in an attempt to get comfortable.

'You'll get dead legs sat like that.'

'You take up too much space,' she teased, giggling self-consciously as he pulled her legs towards him so her feet rested in his lap.

She seemed ok with it, Sandy mused, if a little tense. At least she hadn't pulled away. He just wanted some sort of connection.

A companionable silence fell between them.

Sandy continued flipping through the channels, pausing longer on the irritating shopping networks to get a rise out of his wife. She'd nudge him with her feet, gently at first and then more firmly until he relented.

They watched the news and the weather.

Seth and Ryan came in for snacks.

They saw a repeat of a popular soap, half a period drama and caught the tail-end of a very boring documentary on clams.

Seth went past and up to bed.

The clock ticked later and later but neither of them made a move.

They didn't feel tired.

Just tired of things being this way.

Kirsten shivered and Sandy reached for her hand, 'Come over here,' he said hopefully. His wife wavered momentarily and then moved so she was curled up under his arm, head resting on his chest.

She could feel his heart beating again.

An old movie came on, something they would have watched in their Berkeley days, sat the way they were now.

Sandy mocked the characters, the actors, the setting, the plot.

Kirsten fell asleep.

Or rather, 'rested her eyes.' The age old excuse that Sandy hadn't believed then and still didn't now.

He didn't mind; liked feeling her warm breath tickling his arms, the way she scrunched her nose in her sleep and hugged him tighter.

The movie ended as Sandy predicted and he shut off the TV. Kirsten didn't wake as he picked her up and headed for their bedroom, only stirring when he laid her on their bed. She kept her arms locked around his neck and pulled him towards her.

It was easier to bypass her head at this point.

Conscience, rational thinking, logic, they weren't helping.

They were telling her to do the opposite of what she wanted.

And what she wanted right now was to fuck Sandy senseless.

Make him forget Rebecca fucking Bloom ever existed.

That was why she was kissing him fiercely, hands roaming downwards and pushing the t-shirt off his body.

For a moment she felt his surprise before he kissed her back.

He obviously didn't feel like thinking either.

She was naked before the nagging insecurities caught up with her.

They were both naked, legs tangled together, Sandy propped up on one elbow over her, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

Kirsten hesitated, one hand against his chest, stopping him. 'You promise nothing happened.'

'Oh Kirsten,' Sandy breathed, 'it couldn't. You really think I could be here like this and lie to you?'

'No.'

'It didn't mean anything.'

'You know that argument doesn't work.'

Sandy rolled onto back and stared at the ceiling.

'She…she's never going to be nothing to me Kirsten, you know that. Jimmy's still…'

'He's my oldest friend, that's all.'

He twisted to look at her straight, 'Who kissed you.'

'And you kissed her. Where does that leave me?' she turned so they were lying side by side, face to face.

'Kiss me.'

'What?'

'Kiss me.'

Kirsten frowned but complied, hesitantly pressing her lips against her husband's, feeling his mouth meet hers, tongue begging for admittance and then tangling with her own.
It was a while before they broke apart.

'You kissed me,' he said breathlessly. 'Where does that leave us?'

'Pretty much lost.' Kirsten joked sadly. 'I just don't know Sandy.'

He swallowed. 'You kissed me, it meant something right?'

'Of course, I just…I-I…' she faltered, glancing about confused. He had her cornered.

She'd kissed him. He'd told her to but still, she'd agreed, wanted to agree, acted on her feelings without thinking. That was how she really felt then wasn't it?

'Your kiss means everything,' he told her, too impatient, too nervous to wait for a response.

Everything.

It sounded cliché but it wasn't. She liked how it sounded.

'I just…don't want to be compared to her.'

'There is no comparison,' Sandy said, 'you're my wife, you always win.'

'I love you.'

'I love you Kirsten.'

There was complete quiet while they took in the moment.

'We're doing a lot of talking.'

What he meant was that they never used to.

'Sometimes things have to be said.'

'And other times?'

'We don't need words.'

They didn't need words right now. The connection between them was still damaged but at least it was there.

Sandy opened his mouth but she pressed her hand over it. 'Shh!'

He smiled and caught her fingers in his mouth, pulling her on top of him so she was in control.

She loved how he did that. Knew she still wasn't perfectly comfortable and let her do things her way.

They didn't need to say 'I love you' it just hung in the air between them, around them, inside them.

Words weren't needed right now.

He loved how she did that; curled up on top of him after they made love and went to sleep.

She loved how he let her lie there, as much of her skin pressed against his as possible, her head resting on his chest, listening to his heat-beat slowing.

He loved how close she felt after the distance of the past few days.

She loved how his arms tightened round her in his sleep.

He loved how they'd still be in the same position in the morning.

She loved how when they woke up like this Sandy would forgo surfing, trailing gentle fingers and kisses down her torso making her shiver.

He loved how the sight of his naked wife asleep could turn him on.

What could be hotter than being naked apart from a wedding ring?

The ring he gave her. The ring that tied them together.

She loved how his morning kisses could take her right back to last night, take her back twenty years, to all the nights they'd shared.

Daylight to night to daylight again.

They were still lying close when the sun rose.

When it set they found each other's arms.

The sun rose again.

The sun set again.

Either way, they were together.

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