Since it's, unfortunately, going to be a long time until Back to You has another Kandy moment, we've decided to grow upon Sandy's bra skills mentioned in this collection. It should be one per period; therefore, there should be 3, which hopefully is long enough for Kandy to come back to Back to You. Each one starts with at the same place, ripped from Chapter 2 of Uncovered. We know it's really very short but it's main purpose is to tide everyone over until we either get some more Kandy love on the show or until they get their issues sorted out in Back to You. Lol. The books mentioned. We don't really know if they exist. We made them up. However, if they do exist, we don't own them. Enjoy. D

She moaned lightly as she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and nipping gently at her skin. She felt his hand travel round to her back, unhooking her bra. She laughed softly, reminiscing at the many times he used to torture her in college, using his bra skills to tempt her before, during and after classes…

Before.

Kirsten Nichol gave her appearance a quick look over as she hurried toward her bedroom upon hearing a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" said her roommate from the other room. Kirsten looked frantically through the scattered clothes upon the floor. Her art history textbook was missing. Again.

She jumped slightly as Sandy Cohen wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. "Hey," said Sandy. Kirsten sighed against his chest and laughed gently.

"You scared the crap out of me, Sandy," she turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck.

"Your books. I've got Intro to World Religions, World Literature in Retrospect and Art History: Book 2, for you," said Sandy, pointing at three large books on her bed.

"And you have them, why?"

"Because the most beautiful girl decided to come over to her boyfriend's dorm to study and ended up having some really great study sex, instead," said Sandy, wiggling his eyebrows at her and leaning in for a kiss.

Kirsten pulled back and stared at him, "That was two days ago, Sandy. I had some reading to do for today's class. I'm behind as it already, no thanks to you." She walked over to her bed, leaning over one of her books. Sandy ran a hand though his scruffy hair and sighed, walking over to her, running one hand up and down her back, the other on her arm. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hand on her body.

"I'm sorry," he said, kissing her neck, "I'm sorry." He repeated his apologies with every kiss he placed on her neck, temple, and ear. She nodded, silently, still staring at the book in front of her. She felt his hand creep slowly up her shirt. No. Sandy. She felt his fingers trace long paths on her vanilla skin, sending shivers up her spine. She shook her head; we don't have time, Sandy. He ignored her, running his hand agonizingly slowly up and down her back. She tried to shake off the warm feeling burning within her. We can't right now. His fingers skillfully unhooked her bra. She felt her resistance waver as she felt herself become undone. Dammit, Sandy. His hand lingered on her back, pushing the bra aside, stroking her delicate flesh. Her resilience was strong but when it came to Sandy and temptation, it was useless.

She smiled. He always knew how to proposition her. Tempt her into getting distracted while studying. She could never resist him. Not when he had so strategically coaxed her into forgiving him and wanting him with the same wanton desires she stirred within him.

He nudged her jaw with his nose, kissing the skin nearest to him, licking it softly with his tongue. She felt herself succumb to him. His skilled fingers, his practiced tongue and his undeniable love for her.

She faced him, taking his head into her hands and forcing her lips to his. She kissed him in a fervor, never wanting to let go. Only wanting him. Her tongue danced with his between their mouths as she shoved the books to the floor. They hit the ground with a soft thud as they landed amongst Kirsten's blouses and skirts. She didn't care about the clothes being on the floor, not when what she had just put on was about to join them. "We're going to have to do this quickly, Sandy. Class starts in about a half an hour," she said, breathlessly as Sandy lifted her shirt above her head.

His mouth attacked her neck, casting the bra off her slender body and nodding enthusiastically. Within, to what Kirsten thought felt like hours, their clothes were shed. Kirsten was glad that her roommate had an earlier class than she did. The last time she had caught them having sex in their dorm, she had not been very happy. It wasn't that she minded. Everyone needed to have a sex life. She just didn't appreciate listening to the sounds of Kirsten and Sandy in the middle of the night.

Kirsten heard her bed squeak lightly as they clambered into it in a flurry of kisses. She caressed the tanned skin stretched upon Sandy's muscular body. She grazed his inner thighs with her fingernails, feeling him tense above her. She tugged at him gently, smiling into his mouth as he groaned at the touch of her small warm hands on his body. His lips moved to her jaw, kissing slowly down her neck. He ran his tongue gently in circles as she moaned deeply. He pulled away, looking down at her inquisitively. She had never done that before. "It felt good," she replied. He smiled; nodding and making a mental note of where the spot was that made her lose all resolve. He resumed kissing her neck, making sure to lick the spot every now and then. A small groan of protest escaped his lips, which were pressed against her skin, as she stopped touching him and ran her hands up his back and wound into his hair.

Kirsten moaned a quiet "Oh God, Sandy," as she guided Sandy's lips to certain areas of her body. His hands touched her breasts as if they were the most delicate things in the world as his lips and tongue teased her elsewhere. Her back arched into his hands as the hold her thighs had on his shoulders tightened. He kissed his way back to up to her lips. She kissed him, tasting herself upon his tongue. He looked down at her, her hair sprawled across her pillow, her eyes dancing with lust. He smiled, propping himself up with one elbow above her. His other hand rested on her knee, slowly dragging up to her inner thigh, stroking it gently, heat radiating from her silken skin. He parted her legs gently, grazing her lightly. She moaned, pressing her head into the pillow.

He hovered above her, teasing her with soft thrusts but never fully completing her. Her hips rose to meet his but he would move away each time. She reached up and grabbed his head, pressing her lips impatiently to his as she moaned into his mouth. Sandy.

They met fast and hard as Kirsten's moans grew loud and Sandy's breaths grew ragged. Her hands clenched the sheets, as she knew she was coming close. Kirsten felt the warmth expire from her as she let out a moaning cry, only to be silenced by nipping on Sandy's shoulder. Sandy groaned as he buried his face into her shoulder, collapsing against her, mindful not to crush her delicate frame.

Sweat poured off their bodies as she kissed him gently, rolling them over so she lay on top of him. She lay breathless for only moments before she began to place a trail of kisses on his jaw and his neck. He looked at her inquisitively. She smiled and motioned for him to look at the clock. Class had already started.