Ch.5

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It was 8:30 and the party was going smoothly, Kirsten was busy, but had a chance to sneak one quick dance in with Sandy, but instead of staying on the patio, with the other

guests, they snuck into the bedroom, dark, with the moonlight streaming in the French doors, and no one looking inside. It was all quiet, and they had a moment to let everything else be forgotten, and focus on each other.

Sandy was enduring a conversation with Taryn, Julie's comrade in lead newpsie-ness. She was curious as to how the hoodlum invading their pool house was. Yes, Ryan is fine,

replied Sandy. Kirsten, sipping her champagne, snuck up behind Sandy, and slipped her hand into his, letting him know she was there. He automatically felt relief, and she told

Taryn she needed to "borrow" Sandy for a moment. She led him inside, and quietly up the hallway to their bedroom, inside, and shut the door behind her. He opened his mouth to

speak, but she put a single finger up to his lips to silence him. She wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his chest, and slowly shut her eyes, and they began to

dance, slowly, to the music that played outside. Sandy gently kissed the top of her head, and she looked up to meet his gaze. He slowly kissed her on the lips, and she ran her hands

up his arm, across his shoulder to cup his cheek, and then running her fingers through his hair. He held the small of her back, and pressed her tightly against him. She broke away for

a moment, and whispered that she needed to go, but they could spend some time together later. Sandy nodded, knowing that Caleb was probably looking for her, the fact that

Sandy was no where to be found, and that they were in their home was not going to make him happy.

They walked down the hallway holding hands, and immediately let go when they saw guests, trying to lay low. Caleb found Kirsten instantly, and briefly 'acknowledged' Sandy's

presence, then began harping on Kirsten about some client who they were going to lose if she wasn't focused. Sandy rolled his eyes, and their eyes met for one last glance, Kirsten

giving him an apologetic and sympathetic look, and he then headed for the kitchen to get some food and refill his drink.

The party started to die, and after getting the newpsies out the door, Caleb and Julie, and the caterers, Kirsten sent the boys to the pool house to play videogames with Marissa

and Summer, and then found her husband in the bedroom, rubbing his feet and taking his shoes off. Kirsten, obviously completely worn out from the evening, sat down on the edge

of the bed next to her husband, resting her head on his shoulder. He turned to her and kissed her temple, and reached for her left hand, stroking her wedding finger. "You know I

could really use a bubble bath right now…" said Sandy suggestively.

Kirsten smiled up at him, and kissed him on the cheek.

" I'll go get the bubbles and you go get the bubbly!"Joked Kirsten in a horrible rendition of a British accent, making Sandy

laugh.

" What!" she spat back at him playfully. " I'd be nice if I were you or you might be alone in a big bed and low thread count sheets."

"Well wouldn't that be a tragedy!" Sandy joked.

"The alone part would."

"True." With that, Kirsten went to draw the bath, and added a lot of bubbles. She stripped down her clothes, pinned her hair up, and climbed into the spacious bathtub, and sat

back, turning the Jacuzzi jets on. Sandy was back in a minute or so carrying two glasses of champagne, ridded himself of his clothes, and joined his wife in the bath, sat down, and

motioned for her to come sit next to him. He handed the other glass to her, which they clinked, to toast, and sealed it with a kiss. She rested her head again on his shoulder, and

linked his hand withher, and held it close to her. She rubbed her foot against his leg, and drowned the last of her champagne. Turning to him, she pinned him against the side of the

bathtub, and kissed him softly on the face, on his neck, and nibbled on his ear. Her hands caressed his cheek, and their faces met, his prickly with a four o'clock shadow (even

though it was much later)and her hair that had been pinned up started to fall down around her face. Their foreheads and noses met, and she playfully grinned at him, before kissing

him passionately on the mouth, and his hands wandered about her body, eventually finding the small of her back, and continued to kiss her through his smile. Her hands held his jaw

line, and her delicate manicured fingers stroked his cheek. They came up for air, and she bit her lip, and suggested they ditch the bath, and head for the bedroom!

After lots of "quality time" spent together, Sandy and Kirsten eventually were spooning under the sheets, his arms wrapped around her and their fingers interlocked, as he played

with her wedding rings. He kissed her neck, and left a trace of kisses down her shoulder.

" I love you" Kirsten whispered quietly, as if it was a secret- too bad the whole world had caught on to that one by now.

" I love you too." Sandy replied, knowing that it was the most true statement that he could ever make. Kirsten knew it too, and she loved him for it. They both knew that they

didn't need words to communicate. They could tell by the squeeze of a hand, or a glance across the table. They may have been whipped, caught in a rut, and 'so married' as Hailey

called it, but they both knew that love like this wasn't normal. If there were people that were more in love than Sandy and Kirsten, then the sky in that world would probably be

pink or something. No matter what they put up with from work and Caleb, and whatever mess the boys were in, and Seth's constant complaints of parental pda's, and the weekly

episodes of the newpsies led by Julie Cooper, they were a team, and they could get through anything together. They were the example of love, friendship, compassion, and the

sacredness of a couple's wedding vows. It was pretty hard not to notice the look that swept over Sandy Cohen's face when he looked at his wife. In sickness and health, rich and

poor, as long asthey both would live, they would be together-

"Its thename of the game, baby," as he always said to her.

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