Ok so here's chapter 12... I tried to put in some action for you…lol. Please review- what you like, what you hate, what to keep or 86, or any other random thoughts you may have…
Disclaimer- I don't own the oc

Ch 12: By Definition

"Sandy?" Kirsten called, opening the up the door to her house, and throwing her keys on the table, and set her jacket next to it.

Sandy's car sat in the driveway, and needed help getting all the samples of beige colored linens into out of the car. "Hey honey!" Sandy called back from the kitchen. He was taking off his jacket and unloading the takeout.

"Hi. I need help getting the linens out of the car. You said we could pick them out today at lunch." Kirsten reminded him.
"What? I thought we were having a FUN lunch." Sandy whined, sounding uncannily like Seth.
"Well the wedding's not going to plan itself." Kirsten walked into the kitchen, and greeted her husband with a quick kiss. He laced his fingers with hers and refused to let her go.
"Honey… come on…Sandy!" she argued in between kisses, which she could not help but to feel lost in.
"You're powerless! Hah! I win!" Sandy congratulated himself.
"Sandy!" Kirsten shrieked again. "We need to get this done. Otherwise we will never be able to have the wedding… and a honeymoon…" she reminded him.
"Can't you have someone else pick out the napkins and stuff"
"Well I could, but that's half the fun!" Kirsten claimed. "What's the other half?" Sandy looked confused.
"What do you think?" Kirsten said with a wink.
"I like that half better." Sandy said shortly.
"I know. Me too." Kirsten agreed.
"I vote we do that half now, and the other half later." Sandy decided.
"Fine. I'll call someone to pick out the colors. I can meet with them tomorrow." Kirsten conceded.
"Call later… let's just…relax…" Sandy whispered to her softly, between a flutter of kisses.
"Ok… you win"
"That's right… I win…"

Sandy couldn't help but smile, planting a kiss on her button nose. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they found the small of her back. Her hands rested on his forearms and gently wandered up his arms to his shoulders, around his neck, through his hair. He kissed her gently at first, and then she pressed her lips against his, her tongue begging entrance into his mouth. He steered her over to the couch, but she grabbed his tie, and pulled him towards the stairs. He laced his right hand with her left, and he played with her wedding rings, as she led him up the stairs. Once they were in their hallway, feet away from the bedroom door. He pressed her against the wall, her hands up above her, holding his, and his lips on hers once again. She released her mouth from his, letting out a soft moan, as Sandy's lips traced her neck and collarbone, and started to work on the buttons of her blouse. She grabbed him by the hand again, and led him to the bedroom. They knocked over a few things, trying to make their way to the bed, and not lose each other's touch. In a flurry of "I love you's" they stripped each other of their clothing, and crawled into bed.

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"Honey we better get back to work soon." Kirsten told Sandy, who was holding his wife close to his body, savoring the feel of her Californian goddess skin against his.

"I don't feel like moving." He responded, speaking softly into the blond hair covering the back of her neck.

"I know you don't. I don't either, but my dad..."

"Darling, do honestly think that I care what your father says."

"When I come home and complain about it you'll care." Kirsten protested.

"Ok… five more minutes." Sandy pleaded.

"Five more minutes."

She turned around to face him, looking deep into his eyes that searched for a connection with hers.

"We really need to get things organized for the wedding." Kirsten began.

"No worries. Its all up here." Sandy said, his finger pointing to his temple. Kirsten laughed at him.

"What?" He asked.

"What exactly do you have planned?" Kirsten asked, in disbelief.

"Well. I think we should have someone pick out all stuff we don't feel like picking out- such as linens, and we get married again and go on vacation… alone."

"All you want to do is the vacation."

"What's wrong with that? I want to spend a little time with my wife. Alone." Sandy said, playing innocent.

Kirsten could not help but laugh at her husband, and the fact that he just wanted to be alone with his wife- and nothing else. He loved her so much, and she knew it. All the time, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other, much less their hands. If their was a definition of true love, it would be Sandy and Kirsten Cohen.
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Yes, it is rather short...I sorry. I thought I might end with a cheesy moment there for ya! Ok so I tried to put as much 'action' as possible for you… I was afraid that after they were under the sheets it would go to rated m… so yea. Tell me what you think!