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Tweak says, "Sheepie's here."

Tyler liked Blossom. A lot. But even still he had to admit that between the boring performing arts pieces, the demons, and his being a werewolf (both standing her up and making her watch the whole thing), they hadn’t had much luck in the dating department so far. Which is why tonight, he was bound and determined to make tonight perfect. Mini-golf, dinner, followed by what would hopefully be a quiet moonlit walk along the beach (he hadn’t heard of any reports of sea monsters lately at least).

Like most sports, Tyler had a natural talent at mini-golf. Of course, he hadn’t really played much since he was a teenager. He’d taken to actual golf in the meantime. And he hadn’t played either since he’d become a werewolf and gained his werewolf strength.

“The secret to mini-golf is that you don’t need to hit the ball with much force,” he said at their first hole, a simple run that required the player to putt the ball through a tube, one of which would lead to a hole in one, the other that wouldn’t. “You want to take a good stance,” which he demonstrated, “and just lightly-” He took his shot. The ball went careening toward one of the holes, hit the edge, and then ricocheted back toward Tyler. He quickly ducked so the ball went sailing over his head.

“Uh. Just like that,” he said sheepishly as he watched the bright blue golf ball take its place in the pebbles behind him.

Mini-golf! The world of put-put, something Blossom had never really gotten into the whole thing, the Professor had taken them a time or two when they were kids, but not really through their teens or the like -Buttercup was more into her proper physical activities, Bubbles would rather see animals, Blossom would rather see a museum, they just weren’t as into it.

But date wise, well, it was a staple of the classic date, right? And if Tyler could show her how to do it properly, it could be another skill she had! Watching Tyler line it all up, ready to take the shot at then the ricochet of the ball around, Blossom avoided the flying ball (and avoiding zapping it on instinct) and moved her head out of the way.

She was doubled over with a gasping laugh, managing not to turn it into too big a thing though, “Oh, I don’t think we’re meant to end up further back than we started, babe.” Of course there would need to be adjustments for things like super werewolf strength! “You want a do over, or do I get to keep that advantage?”

“Hey! No laughing allowed,” Tyler said, attempting to be firm but he could keep neither the amused smile from his face or the laugh from his voice. He glanced over at the ball in the pebbles. “You’ll probably need the advantage anyway, so I’ll let you keep it,” he said, winking cheekily at her.

“Oh, I really hope you regret that.” Although she couldn’t be sure, really, if she would even be all that good at mini-golf anymore. She decided that clearly his form wasn’t the problem, just his strength that he’d forgotten to compensate for. Blossom hadn’t yet gotten her super strength, so she wasn’t overly worried.

Lining up the way Tyler had, trying to focus on the tubes and the hole and getting this right, Blossom took her swing and at least went in the right direction. She didn’t get a hole in one, but she was much closer to the hole than Tyler. Then again, the people who’d be starting after them were closer to the hole than Tyler.

“Yay! I’m winning.” On the first stroke. But still, Blossom just grinned broadly because she was savoring the moment.

Tyler rose his eyebrows and gave Blossom a look of playful, if not vaguely skeptical, competition. “Ohhoho, are you now?” he asked. He really was competitive, even in stupid games like this, but he knew he wouldn’t be too upset if Blossom ended up beating him. There wasn’t anyone he’d rather lose to, really.

Though, he had no intention of making it easy on her. He took a bit of a breath, and hit the golf ball again, with precision enough that he didn’t disturb the pebbles underneath it. He was better able to control the power in it - really, just the tiniest of taps - and it didn’t go flying again. Instead, it managed to end up back more or less where they had started. Better than nothing, he guessed. “I think we might need to put a wager on this game, what do you think?”

“I love it when we play for wagers,” it just reminded her of their first date really, their beer pong wager. Although the number of times she wanted to kiss his gorgeous, perfect face really made their first wager a little less of a winners reward.

“But, you better bring it,” Blossom smirked as she put a little bit of swagger while she moved towards her ball on the course, “because I’m on a roll.” And yes, she was mostly hoping that she didn’t just make a butt of herself but hey, she could work that off with Tyler, but at least when she hit her ball a second time, it wiggled a little before dropping into the hole.

Naturally, she needed to show off with a smirk and hip pop for Tyler too. “What’cha wanna wager?”

“Nice putt,” Tyler said as he marked her score on the scorecard. “But you’ve got to be crazy if you think I’m going to let you win just because you’re pretty.” He took his shot, though it took him three more putts, the first two going right over the hole, before he managed to sink the ball.

He had some ideas for the wager, but he didn’t want to push Blossom into making their relationship more physical than it already was before she was ready, and quickly discarded his first couple of suggestions. “Why doesn’t the winner choose where we go for dinner?”

Blossom wasn’t so much apprehensive about stepping up their relationship, taking a more physical leap to things, but she hadn’t quite worked out how to get there just yet. “Well, I could say the same to you, I’m so not going to be dazzled by your good looks.” Maybe his biceps, but not his dazzling smile, not this time.

This was a competition.

“And the loser needs to pay.” Which, yes, was a risk that she’d maybe be the loser, but Blossom was a very progressive young woman, and paying for the winners dinner only seemed fair. “Let’s shake on it, and then shake butt to the next hole!”

“Deal,” Tyler said, taking Blossom’s hand for a shake, though instead of releasing it afterward he pulled her closer to him and kissed her. “Sealed with a kiss.”

“You’re gonna get us into trouble on the golf course.” Still it didn’t make her pull away any quicker, or not lean in closer for another kiss and a little grope of those amazing abs of his, but she definitely could not let herself get overly adventurous on the mini-golf course.

There was a time for that later, Blossom.

“Don’t think you’re putting me off though, I’m so winning this time.” And Blossom marched off to the next hole, ready to get her head in the game.

“Let them yell at us,” he said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. When she marched off, he watched her go for a moment, drinking her in. “It is on,” he said, following after her. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t quite able to gain a lead on her, and by the time he made it to the final hole he was still two points behind Blossom. “I thought you hadn’t done mini-golf lately?”

Even with the slight bet going on, Blossom was mostly just really enjoying herself. Which was the point, right? She just had to let loose and go with it. Then again, time spent with Tyler was always great -good company, lots of kisses, getting to watch the way his shoulders tensed when he took a shot, all those great things.

“I haven’t,” she was actually rather giddy at being in the lead, she just needed to not screw this last hole up and she’d be the winner! “I guess that strength of yours isn’t always a good thing, huh?” Of course, since the holes got harder each time, Blossom really needed to concentrate on this last hole.

Which meant no letting her hottie distract her!

“It’s great in every respect but mini-golf,” he sighed. He really was glad that Blossom was winning - not something that the ultra-competitive jock was used to. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t resort to underhanded tricks to make sure he did win though. “This one’s tricky,” he said, coming up behind her. He pressed his chest against her back, and wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on hers as if to help guide her. Then he leaned down a bit so he could softly say into her ear, “want some help?”

If Tyler was good at anything, it was distraction.

Blossom knew exactly what that swooping feeling in her tummy was when Tyler moved in behind her, hands closing over hers on her putter. She really loved how his chest could just cover her back, and the solid heat that just seeped into her. “Well...um…” The blush on her cheeks had nothing at all to do with the offered help and everything to do with how closely Tyler was pressing against her. But she wasn’t above using her own charms to win things either, thank you very much.

Leaning back into Tyler, tilting her hips so her butt was pressed against Tyler’s crotch while she glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip a little, “You think you could make that shot?” Sultry wasn’t something that Blossom was very experienced with, but she figured that she couldn’t really do that badly at it.

Blossom really didn’t need to have much experience with being sultry. Really, Blossom could raise Tyler’s heart rate with just a look sometimes. He nuzzled her hair, taking in her scent, then looked back at the hole. “With the way I’ve been playing tonight? It might take me a while. If we’re being honest I’m just trying to stop you from making it.”

She just hummed slightly as he nuzzled into her, laughing a little at his honesty about trying to make her miss. “No cheating, mister.” She was pretty confident she could get this, she’d gotten into the swing of things (lol, golf pun) on the way round, found her best methods and stuck to it. She was sort of glad she didn’t have the super strength like Tyler did too.

Shaking herself to get a better grip on her club, Blossom took her swing, watching her ball make it’s way towards the sitting for the hole past the obstacles.

“Fine, fine. I’ll keep my hands to myself,” Tyler said, backing off a little so that Blossom could take her shot. “For now, at least.” He watched the path of her ball, somewhat impressed. “Nice shot.”

“You just need to keep you hands to yourself until we’re done,” Blossom smirked as she moved onwards, half way down the last little obstacle, letting Tyler line up to attempt to beat her, “then you can feel free to congratulate me on my victory in a very hands on way.” Yes, she was definitely getting bolder in her statements, but hey, she was getting so much more comfortable with Tyler too. Like hands on skin under clothes comfortable.

“You know I will,” Tyler said. He was a very hands-on boyfriend. It was kind of killing him that he and Blossom hadn’t moved to the next stage of their relationship, but he wasn’t about to push things. He really, really liked Blossom, and he had no intention of screwing it up by being just another horny jock. He’d let her make the first move when it came to that. Besides, it wasn’t like he had fun with what they were doing now anyway.

He lined up his shot, biting back his comment that now he’d show her how it was done. After all, he hadn’t been playing well enough to back up that statement in any kind of way today. Carefully, making sure to keep his strength under control as he hit the ball. Luckily, it did just what he wanted it to. Which wasn’t a hole in one, but it made it through the first obstacle and wasn’t too far off from Blossom. “Nailed it,” he said, pumping his fist.

Blossom just giggled at how enthusiastic he was at making the shot, patting his chest in a ‘well done’ manner. “You’re finally finding your groove, baby.” Now that they were ending the course. Wasn’t that just the luck.

Blossom was really hoping she could wrap it up in one shot, she was still ahead, but only by a little. She couldn’t lose now, she’d come so far. Lining up, trying to keep things right, Blossom tried to get the ball in the hole…

Missing by an inch. The pout on her face definitely gave away how she felt about that.

“And I didn’t even have to be turned into a llama,” Tyler grinned cheekily. Maybe it was a lame joke, but weren’t girlfriends there to crack lame jokes too? When she missed, Tyler inwardly rejoiced though he attempted to hide it, and when he was only smiling a little when he went to kiss the pout off her lips.

Then it was time for his shot. He inhaled deeply, lined up his shot, mentally accounted for his extra strength, and then putted on the exhale. To his relief, the ball sank into the hole, and to his credit he only let out one victory whoop. Or, at least, pseudo victory whoop. He supposed he and Blossom could still tie, though he didn’t really mind that too much.

It was lame, but it wasn’t like Blossom cared; the Emperor’s New Groove was one of her favourite animated movies, so any and all jokes about it would definitely make her smile. The fact that Tyler could even make jokes about it was pretty great too. It made her brighten from her pout almost as much as the cute little kiss did.

Of course then Tyler had to manage what she didn’t and get his ball in the hole. She wanted to be mad, but his little whoop was just enough to make her laugh. “I’m so glad we’re not overly serious about this.” It was cute, how important winning a mini-golf game was to the pair of them.

She could still tie though, she just needed to get the ball in this time, no missing, making the hole. She could do it. She was still nervous though, nibbling her lip as she took the swing and---

“Yes!” In the hole! Which technically meant no one lost.

Blossom had a smile that could likely brighten even Tyler’s darkest days, and he was always pleased when he could coax one out from her. “I’m always serious when it comes to sports,” Tyler said teasingly, watching her take her shot. The adorable way she chewed on her lip, and her hips moved when she swung, it was almost enough to give him butterflies.

Tyler cheered with her when she sunk the ball, not even the slightest bit upset that he hadn’t won. “Nice shot, babe,” he said, gathering her into his arms so he could plant a victory kiss on her lips. Nothing too engaging, given that the couple that were behind them had just made it to the eighteenth hole. “Though, I guess that leaves us back at square one as far as dinner is concerned.”

“Well,” Blossom didn’t mind the congratulatory make out at the end hole; the people behind them could just wait. “What if we got a pizza? And went home? And spent the evening on the sofa? And that way… we have have some wandering hands without worrying about people complaining about the spectacle we make?”

Really, Blossom was edging towards that ‘let’s take things further’ stage of the relationship, she was ready, that much she knew, so it was time to work towards more adventurous stuff with Tyler and while she was feeling more like she could be flirty and sultry, she wasn’t ready for an audience to do that with.

“Beautiful and smart,” Tyler complimented her. “That sounds perfect. Let’s go.”