Author's Note: I hope this did not take long enough! I was busy with my preliminary exams, so that's what kept me from writing these past… fifteen days? Anyway, I think this is kind of messy – all over the place. So, if there are any inconsistencies or errors, just be nice about it! I aim to please. Also, I feel this is not up-to-par with previous chapters, so one can only hope you guys don't see this chapter that way.

With that, enjoy! I nearly forgot just how much I love writing this thing.

Disclaimers: Who do you think I am, Josh Schwartz?

STOLEN

The sun had begun to rise by the time he pulled her flushed, exhausted body next to his, wrapped his arms around her and lulled her to sleep. Before he drifted off himself, Sandy couldn't help but think of how right it felt to have her in his arms. He allowed himself to savor in the feeling, knowing that that moment was all that he had.

Eventually, he did fall into a blissful slumber. But his sleep was haunted by thoughts, and he rose just after a mere few hours. Unable to fall back asleep, Sandy contented himself with staring at the woman named Kirsten. Even with her make-up smeared off and her hair a total mess, it didn't change his opinion of her being one of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on.

Sandy shifted so that she was more comfortable in his arms. She had her back to him, and her entire body was pressed snugly against his chest. He stroked her blond locks as he listened to her soft snoring fill the air. Even he found that rather adorable and endearing. He lifted his head and left a kiss to Kirsten's forehead, simply smiling as her eyes stopped flickering, and she slept on peacefully.

Beams of the morning sunshine filtered through the thin curtains of the mail truck's windows, casting flickering shadows across Kirsten's delicate features as she slowly woke up. Not opening her eyes just yet, she sighed softly and allowed herself to bask in her contentment. A serene smile spread on her face as she remembered the night she had just shared with Sandy. Yes, she barely knew him, but Kirsten thought he was the most incredible lover she ever had. Sandy satisfied and pleasured her in a way Jimmy was never able to… and several times, in fact.

When the both of them finally regained their normal breathing, Sandy lay next to Kirsten in her queen-sized mattress. He pulled her close to him until she was resting her head on his shoulder, and he had an arm wrapped around her tiny waist. He kissed her hair, and just when he was going for a second kiss, she tilted her head and he left a kiss on her nose instead.

Their lips met once more. As their passion escalated, and things heated up, Sandy shifted so that he was now on top of Kirsten. Her eyes fell closed as he trailed wet, sensual kisses along her neck and down the flushed skin on her chest. His hands found the curves on her chest again, and his fingers lightly brushed against the peaks that were slowly hardening with her arousal. Beneath him, on the mattress, she squirmed in delight.

"Kirsten," He mumbled her name against her skin as his lips continued its odyssey downwards. Kirsten moaned as Sandy's tongue traced her belly button, causing her back to arch slightly. Sandy lifted his lips from her stomach, enough that he could speak clearly; but not enough, as she could still feel his hot breath on her skin. "You stopped me earlier, but there's no stopping me this time." There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he spoke, and Kirsten only moaned her agreement, spurring him on.

With his hands still pleasuring her nipples, Sandy descended further until he was met with the musky, intoxicating aroma of the sweet wetness that was waiting for him. He brought his hands down to her thighs and eased them apart and leaned forward, marking the beginning of several more near-climaxes, until Kirsten couldn't take it anymore.

Kirsten felt a pair of lips on the part where her neck met her shoulder, and she opened her eyes slowly. She tilted her head to the side, only to be met by a pair of striking blue eyes that lit up the moment he realized that she was awake. They shared a smile as she rolled over so that she was facing him directly.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Sandy's hand that had been resting on her side stroked her hip through the thin sheet that covered their bodies as Kirsten leaned up to capture his lips in a kiss. He was more than happy to reciprocate it, moving his hand from its resting place to cup her face and pull her closer to him.

By the time they pulled away from each other, Kirsten was on top of Sandy, and her hands were roaming all over his sturdy chest, while his arms were wrapped around her waist. Blond hair fell like a curtain over her face as she smiled down at him.

"Sandy?"

"Hmm?" He responded, brushing away the curls that were framing her face.

There was a mixture of mischief and sheepishness clouding over Kirsten's face as she spoke. "I don't know. Are one night stands supposed to end up like this?" She asked, her face flushing. "I kind of expected I'd wake up to find you gone."

"Well, if you slept on longer than you did…" Sandy's voice trailed off, letting Kirsten understand what he meant. He smiled regretfully, hating the fact that he should be leaving now. "Kirsten, I have to go. I have a plane to catch in two hours. I'm going to New York."

Kirsten's face fell slightly. When she woke up, she had been longing that maybe they could stay in bed for a while longer. And when they had kissed and made out, it seemed as if things were going the way she was hoping. Still, she put on a smile and acted as if she wasn't disappointed at all.

"Okay." She thought she sounded pretty convincing. Wrapping the sheet around her nude body, she climbed off Sandy and crawled the way to her clothes, which were sprawled all over the floor. "I have to go too. Larissa's probably looking for me." It was a lame statement, and both of them knew it. If anything, Kirsten's best friend was still probably passed out from her tryst with Paul last night.

Sandy sighed dejectedly and found his clothes as well, trying to figure out what to say. He didn't want them to separate on awkward terms, but he didn't have a choice. He didn't exactly think he'd be in this situation when he scheduled his flight to New York. Had he known he was going to share a night with Kirsten then, he would've gone for a later plane instead.

Fully dressed, Sandy sat on the mattress as he waited for Kirsten to finish changing. She had already stepped into her shoes, but she seemed to be having a bit of trouble zipping her dress up. She looked at him awkwardly, and he patted the spot next to him.

"Let me help you with that," He said as she sat down on the mattress with her back turned to him. Pushing her hair away, he zipped her up with no trouble at all. Sandy left a kiss on her soft skin as soon as he was finished.

"Thanks." Kirsten turned to face him as she smiled her gratitude. "You know, you really shouldn't do that." She tilted her head to the side, talking about that kiss that left lingering warmth on her skin.

"Why not?"

She blushed. "I… I don't know. I just don't think you should. I'm sure…" Kirsten paused. "Actually, I'm not really sure of anything at the moment."

Sandy nodded. Taking a risk, he reached for her hand and tucked it beneath his larger one. "I'll tell you one thing I'm sure of, though." A finger slowly stroked the delicate flesh as he looked at her straight in the eyes.

"What's that?" Kirsten asked, not feeling at all compelled to pull her hand away from his grasp.

"I've never had such a wonderful evening before, Kirsten." Sandy said quietly, emotions flickering through his deep blue eyes. He looked down at their entwined hands, and he squeezed her tiny one. "Thank you for that."

She grinned, immediately brightening the pensive mood that had dawned upon the two of them. "Well, I can say that I can fully return the compliment, Sandy." Kirsten hinted shyly, squeezing Sandy's hand back.

Looking almost bashful, Sandy cleared his throat. As he searched for the words he wanted to say to her, he waited until he had her utmost attention. He really did not know how he was going to say this, and he was conflicted. Last night, he had promised her that this was just going to be a one-night thing. She didn't want anything more and she didn't want to make things complicated. But here he was, sitting in front of her and thinking of something to say so that she wouldn't leave. Sandy was afraid that if he let her go, he wouldn't see her again, even if that meant going against all the promises he drew up with her before they spent the night together.

"Kirsten…" Sandy began hesitantly, unsure whether he should look at her directly, or look away. He finally settled for looking at their still-joined hands, and he resumed caressing the back of her hand. "I… I know you want this to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing…" He trailed off, noticing how her hand suddenly tensed beneath his touch. This compelled him to look at her pretty face, and he saw the conflicting emotions in her eyes.

"Hear me out. Please." He squeezed her hand again and looked at her earnestly, waiting until she finally nodded her consent. "I know you're focusing on your studies right now. So am I, by the way. We're pretty busy with school, and having a relationship will probably just be a distraction."

Kirsten couldn't agree more. She started to relax, but was still curious as to which direction he was taking this conversation to.

Sandy took a deep breath. "So, we're on the same boat. I'm not ready for a relationship right now, and I certainly am not looking for anything permanent." Kirsten thought she heard bitterness in Sandy's voice, making her wonder if what he said he wanted had something to do with the last girl he was with. But she let it slide, and he continued onwards. "So, why don't we just share… this?"

"This?"

"This." He gestured around the mail truck, and the slept-in mattress with the tangled sheets. "You know."

"You mean, like, have an affair?"

"Affair, tryst." Sandy let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "I don't know what you want to call it. But… it was good, what we did here last night. We had fun while it lasted, right? And, you know, it's kind of safe."

"Safe?" Kirsten looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Look, I know you weren't seeking for anything more than this. You can say the same thing about me." He explained, lifting his other hand to tilt her chin up so that she would meet his eyes. "We aren't looking for relationships, and that means there's no pressure, leaving us to just… enjoy. This. Don't you feel any excitement, Kirsten? Don't you get a thrill out of… of something that you normally don't do?"

She didn't answer for a while, leading Sandy to think that maybe he phrased things the wrong way, and that she didn't understand what he was trying to say. He couldn't express how relieved he felt when she finally spoke.

"Yes… this is… exciting." Kirsten answered hesitantly. Her answer was honest, but she was unsure whether it was the right thing to tell him. "And, yeah, I don't… this isn't something I usually do."

"Same goes for me."

"So…" She tilted her head to the side in a questioning manner. "That's your plan?"

Sandy couldn't believe it. It was as if Kirsten was seriously considering what he was suggesting. He knew that he had yet to completely win her over, though. He could sense the hesitance and the confusion in her voice. He sat in thoughtful silence, thinking of how their affair was going to work.

"I'm… well, wait." He left Kirsten confused as he stood up and made his way to her little table. Sandy easily found a piece of scrap paper and a pen, and he began to write something down in a rapid manner. Not being able to stand the suspense, Kirsten stood up and went to sit next to him, looking over his hand to read what he had written.

She saw a whirl of days, hours and… courses? Even more puzzled, she had to ask. "Sandy, what's this?" Kirsten inquired, her curiosity piqued. Sandy chose to not answer her, opting to finish off whatever he was writing before he looked up and smiled at her. He folded the paper into half, and slid it in front of her.

"My class schedule. See when we have free periods that might intersect. Then… we could get together. Here, if you want. Safely." Sandy nodded at her seriously, and she understood what that comment meant. Looking away from his handsome face, she gazed at the paper and unfolded it, absentmindedly scanning his timetable.

"No pressure…" Kirsten murmured to herself, and Sandy felt a surge of hope in his chest.

"That's right." He said convincingly. "This is just for ourselves. No other expectations other than when we are finally alone by ourselves. We just enjoy each other. Think of it as… as a one night stand that goes on and on."

Kirsten sighed. "I don't know, Sandy. This… what we had last night was amazing." She blushed at the memory of it. It was definitely a night she wouldn't be forgetting in a long, long time. "But I don't know if I could just… schedule something like that. It's just so…"

"Perfect." Sandy wasn't ready to give up, not when he could tell that Kirsten was on the verge of agreeing. If she wasn't, he definitely wasn't going to persuade her. She may have her apprehensions, but he could tell that this was something she was rather interested in.

"I'm not seeing anyone serious at the moment. Are you?"

She shook her head.

He looked quietly triumphant. "See. Like I said, it's perfect! Consider it as… a treat. Something you give to yourself, like a, say, a trip to the spa." Sandy sounded so happy about this that Kirsten couldn't help but be charmed. She giggled.

"You know what I mean." He was rambling, and she still found it charming. Sandy realized he sounded too enthusiastic and toned it down a notch. "No one has to know, Kirsten. And if we meet someone in our personal lives that we want to be serious about, then that's it. But other than that, it goes on for as long as we want it to go on."

"I don't know, Sandy…"

"Kirsten," He cut her off, all playfulness gone from his voice. He went serious for a moment, feeling bad that he seemed to be pressuring her about this. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to push you, but…" Sandy reached for the piece of stationery, and just touched it. Both sets of blue eyes looked at that fateful paper for a lingering moment, before Sandy spoke up again. "Just keep this. Please. I just want you to know that it's all up to you."

Looking as if he had something in mind, Sandy gently pulled the paper from Kirsten and wrote something else on it. She strained to read what it was, but she couldn't see what he was writing clearly. Until, finally, he refolded the paper and handed it back to her.

"That's my New York address. Where I'll be staying for a few days." He explained the moment he saw her curious expression morph into one of puzzlement. Kirsten didn't quite understand why Sandy was giving her his address in New York, of all places.

"But… why?" She managed to let out in the midst of her confusion.

"Just keep it." He told her softly, cupping her hand again. "Now you know where to find me."

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