Ch 15: Getting Away
"Ok and you have all the emergency numbers? My cell, Kirsten's cell, Caleb, Julie, Jimmy, Summer, Marissa?" Sandy asked his mother, looking over his checklist.
"Why would I call Kirsten?" Sophie snapped.
"Ma…" Sandy scolded.
"Yes Sandy, we will survive." Sophie answered.
"Ok… take out menus?" Sandy looked up, mentally reviewing things.
"Unlike your wife, Sanford, I can cook." Sophie insulted.
"Ok, well call us if you need anything, make sure they do their homework and shower, eat breakfast, you know… make sure they don't stay out too late with the girls, and yeah… enjoy yourself- they're good kids. You'll have fun with them."
"Honey, I'll be fine, don't worry! You guys go- I'm sure the boys will be fine for me."
"Ok Ma, thanks, I'll--" the sound of a car honking outside broke off Sandy's sentence.
"Sandy! The car's here! Where are the boys?" Kirsten called coming down the stairs in a white blouse and her new sevens. "Damn Ryan they're not gone yet." Seth began, entering the kitchen, Ryan in tow.
"Seth! Ryan! Come say goodbye to me." Kirsten ordered. Obediently, the boys came to her, and hugged both her and Sandy goodbye. "Ok honey we really need to go- you got everything?" Kirsten urged, looking out the window.
"Yeah, we should go, ok thanks again Ma, please, call us if you need anything!" Sandy said, hugging his mother, and then following Kirsten out the door. The driver helped them load Sandy's one suitcase, and Kirsten's four into the back of the cab and then the two climbed into the back seat.
"Finally. We are free." Sandy began with a kiss for his wife, which was interrupted by the sound of the driver-side door opening as the cab driver slid in and turned the key into the ignition.
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Hours later, they were on a secluded, private beach that was part of Caleb's ocean front mansion's property. At sunset, Kirsten and Sandy were going to have a picnic that consisted of sparkling ciders and chocolate dipped strawberries. They walked down the stretch of sand, holding hands, Kirsten carrying a blanket and Sandy carrying the basket.
"This is beautiful." Kirsten commented, shutting her eyes and resting her head on her husband's shoulder. The mild breeze played with soft strands of her golden hair, as she took a deep breath, inhaling the taste of the Pacific air.
"You are beautiful." Sandy replied, unable to keep his eyes off her. He placed a soft kiss on her delicate cheek, letting go of her hand, he put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Thank you." she replied, looking him in the eyes, and smiled. Sandy replied with a kiss.
"You are most certainly welcome. Here, let's sit." he said, pointing to the sand. She laid the blanket out, and he put down the basket next to it as they sat down together. Facing the water and the sunset, Sandy wrapped his arms around Kirsten who was sitting between his legs. She laid her head back into his shoulder, and shut her eyes, enjoying the moment. Sandy took the opportunity to leave a few soft kisses on her cheek and temple and whisper a few "I love yous" into her ear. She turned to face him, and pressed soft, but deep kisses on to his lips. He cupped her cheek, and stroked her face, neck and jaw line delicately with his fingertips. Then, his hands fell down to her sides, and tickling the hem of her top, tracing over the skin at her hip slowly, as Kirsten let out a soft moan. Her hands wandered up and down his back, and raked through his dark hair. He pulled away, as his eyes swept over her beautiful body, and then connected with hers again. The magnetic silky blues of her irises sent a surge through his veins, as he drew close to her, and kissed her again. Softly, slowly, perfected, and practiced, but passionately they kissed. His fingertips gradually moved to her hipbones, revealing her golden skin. They lingered at the curve of her waist, and then moved up to her bra. He drew lazy circles on her side, and the backs of his fingertips traced the wiring of her bra. Kirsten took a deep breath, softly keeping her eyes shut as he touched her so gently, but in all the right places. His lips moved to her cheek, and jaw, and brushing aside her hair, he left a trail of kisses on her neck down to her shoulder and collarbone.
"I love you so much…," she whispered, as her fingers ran through his messy hair. "I love you too…," he whispered back, between kisses that he planted on her lips, now.
"Why don't we go… upstairs?" Kirsten suggested, before things got too intense out on the beach.
"No… stay here… who's watching?" Sandy cajoled, whispering softly into her ears, sending a shiver up her spine. She looked back at him with a 'you're crazy' look, but he kissed her, reassuringly, and looked into her eyes again. She smiled, bit her lip, and gave into him. Sandy's lips found hers again, and she melted under his charismatic touch. The sun set and he held her in his arms, never wanting to lose her.
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Sandy still held Kirsten close to him, as they lay wrapped up in the blanket together, feet sticking out, catching the breeze of the moonlit ocean.
"I can't believe we did it on a beach. That will have to stay between us, my dear." Kirsten began, as she rested her head on his shoulder, facing him.
"Oh, sure honey, because I normally post a bulletin about our latest sexual endeavors." Sandy replied with a chuckle. Kirsten rolled her eyes at him.
"Hey, you always used to brag to your buddies about us- I wouldn't be talking"
"You're right. But the last time I ever shared anything with anyone was…" Sandy's voice trailed off as he recalled that fateful conversation from two Valentine's Days ago with his son.
"Not going to tell you that story." Sandy finished with a chuckle.
"Sanford Cohen, you most certainly will or I'll drown you in the ocean." Kirsten started, trying to be stern, but broke out laughing.
"Seth." Sandy said sheepishly, hoping she hadn't heard him. Kirsten's eyes grew to the size of Mars, and she looked as if she was going to be sick.
"You're kidding me, right? Sandy, please tell me you're kidding me." she finally spoke. Sandy's silence confirmed her question.
"Yeah… uh. He asked me… to have 'the talk.' If you know what I mean…" Sandy said, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Why would he ask you to have the talk?" Kirsten asked.
"He needed… uh… help. With Summer." Sandy said, looking at his hands, and nodding.
"Sandy! You gave him tips to… use on his girlfriend… Oh my god- what did you tell our son to do to his girlfriend?" Kirsten demanded.
"Umm, I just gave him a few- ideas- like what usually works on- say- oh, I don't know- you?" Sandy replied, quickly looking at her.
"You told Seth to do to Summer what you do to me. Sandy! That part of our marriage is- PRIVATE- and- you told our son- what- what the hell were you thinking?" Kirsten scolded.
"The poor kid was desperate! I mean he had no clue what he was doing. I'd rather have him come to me than to anyone else! I just told him to be protected, and to not- rush- her…." Sandy looked at his hands again.
"Ok. Fine. Never ever- ever again." Kirsten took his hand, and rubbed it with her own.
"Got it." Sandy promised, and kissed her forehead. She smiled back at him apologetically.
"So. Where were we?" Kirsten said, cuddling up to him again.
"Sex on the beach." he replied bluntly.
"Ahh, yes, rather spectacular, don't you think?" Kirsten asked.
"You're amazing. You know that?" Sandy asked, not really paying attention to what she was talking to because he was too busy staring at her.
"Well thank you, you're not so bad yourself." Kirsten replied, giggling. Sandy kissed the side of her head.
"I like this honeymoon idea. I forgot how much fun it was the first time." Sandy mused."You know what?"
"What?" Kirsten replied.
"I think that we… should take a quick dip.," he decided, scooping her up, and running with her towards the waves.
"Sandy!" Kirsten shrieked, trying to get out of his arms at first, but when she saw that he was up to his knees in waves, she clutched onto him for dear life.
"Sandy! Please nononoo! I don't want to go in the ocean!" she yelped, half-laughing. "Will you take threats? Bribes? Anything?" She begged.
"Whadaya got?" Sandy asked.
"Well, were here, just the two of us for two weeks. Things can be either very fun, and we can have lots of 'quality time' together on the beach, or we can sleep in separate rooms and I will not kiss you again until we go home. You pick." Kirsten said, laying out his options.
"You know what; I think we should go sit in the hot tub? Or take a shower? Huh? And spend some more of that "quality time" together. I like that. I know you do too. Don't lie." Sandy said, taking her back to their things, so they could collect their clothes and blanket.
"Good thinking. I'd hate to waste two weeks all to ourselves- over something as stupid as a late-night dip." Kirsten said, wrapping the blanket around her body. Sandy put his swim trunks back on, grabbed the rest of their clothes and the basket, and wrapped his arm around her back.
"Me too. You're just too beautiful for that. And I think I wouldn't get a wink of sleep if I wasn't next to you." Sandy said, kissing the top of her head. They walked up stairs to the mansion, and put some more "quality Sandy/Kirsten time" on the books.
Later on, Kirsten and Sandy sat together in the hot tub on the balcony, overlooking the ocean. The stars were bright, and the full moon shone vividly over the water crashing up onto the sand as the tides changed. Occasionally they shared kisses, which were gradually becoming more and more amorous. He pulled away for a minute, looking deep into her eyes, and weaved his fingers with hers, kissed her hand, and continued a trail of kisses up her arm to her shoulder, rather humorously.
"Ok Gomez…" Kirsten said, looking at her husband with raised eyebrows.
"Oh, you love it- you know it." Sandy retorted playfully.
"Oh, well I know I love you." Kirsten responded, bringing her face close to his, and quickly kissed his nose. Sandy grabbed her hands and threatened to dunk her under the water.
"You wanna go in? Huh? What are you going to do now?" he joked.
"Oh, I'll go in… but you're coming with me!" she said, throwing her arms around his shoulders, and kissing him so hard that they fell backwards into the water. Soon they came up for air, Kirsten's arms still tangled around his shoulders, and he coyly pulled the string on the back of her bikini top, and then mischievously smiled at her.
"Sandy!" She gasped. He rolled his eyes, and undid the tie at the back of her neck and stole the top away from her.
"Haha! It's mine now- you can't have it!" He held it up high in the air above him, keeping it away from her.
"Sandy! Stop it! Give it back to me! Sandy… that's not funny." Kirsten scolded, trying to reach her swimsuit top, but trying not to rise too far out of the water.
"Sure it is. Why are you freaking out? It's just you and me here. It's not like were standing out in public. You keep reaching for it and I'll throw it off the balcony!" Sandy threatened. Kirsten cocked her head to the side, smiling, as she planned her next move. Then, she flung her arms around him and kissed him, pressing him against the wall of the hot tub. Kirsten reached up with one arm trying to grab the swimsuit, as she continued to distract him with a kiss. He still would not let her have it, so she pulled away and gave him a childish glare, before turning around and wading toward the stairs of the hot tub. Sandy grabbed her hand, and gave her a puppy dog face, and held out the bikini top, pleading her to stay. She smiled, and willingly came over too him, snatching the top and threw it behind her onto the balcony, and landed on top of the umbrella over the patio. Next, she put her hands on his hips, and in one motion, slid off Sandy's shorts, and threw them behind her onto the patio, so they landed next to her top.
"Ha-ha- gotcha!" she snickered.
"Oh… you…. think you're so sly, but…you're-- not." Sandy replied, scrambling to find a good comeback.
"Oh really, then what am I?" Kirsten asked playfully.
"Well you, my darling lover, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are elegant, and intelligent, and classy and witty, and a wonderful mother, and can I have my kiss now?" Sandy pleaded. Kirsten rolled her eyes, smiling and then swam over to his lap, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.
"Thank you.," he said after they broke apart.
"I think it's time we get out of the hot tub, I'm turning wrinkly." she said, rubbing her fingers together in disgust.
"On to bigger and better things, you mean?" he hinted. She rolled her eyes, and grabbed him by the hand. She led him as they got out of the hot tub, and made their way into bed.
Ok once again a little concerned about ratings so i left out a few details as you can see. tell me what you think!
