Professor Romanoff

Chapter 40

We arrived at a beautiful putt putt place, full of various different decorations for each hole. I jumped out the car as soon as Nat parked and ran over to her side. I opened the door and and held my hand out for her, which she gratefully took.

I intertwined our fingers and practically dragged her all the way to the front desk. "Two people for putt putt please," I politely responded to the man behind the desk.

He didn't seem too much older than me, maybe only by two or three years. There was something more behind his smirk as he looked back at me. I soon realized what that was as he eyed up my body, lust.

Ugh I swear, men understand no social cues. I'm clearly here with my girlfriend, we are literally holding hands.

"My pleasure," he replied coyly. Natasha scoffed lowly, tightening her grip on my hand, pulling me closer to her body.

I handed the man Nat's credit card, since she never let me pay for anything, and our fingers lightly brushed against one another. This made me shiver, but not in a good way.

Of course he smirked, thinking I was attracted to him but it was quite the opposite. I was repulsed.

Nat does not like it when other people flirt with me, so when he turned back around, she kissed me passionately. I smiled into the kiss, not at all afraid to show public displays of affection.

When we pulled away, the guy behind the counter had a stunned expression on his face, making both my and Natasha's smirk grow.

The man was frozen in place like someone turned him to stone. Tasha laughed and pried her card from his hand. "Me and my girlfriend will be going now. The clubs and balls are over there right?" She said pointing to the left of the desk. He nodded his head, not uttering a word.

Deciding to end her little fun, Nat led me over to grab our gear. We both grabbed black clubs but chose different colored balls. Of course, Natasha had to get her signature red while I decided to go with an emerald green. Guess I've grown attached to this color with it being the same shade as my lovers eyes.

I grabbed a little scorecard and pencil then we were on our way.

We decided to choose the most difficult course, both confident in our abilities. I was up to putt first, which I didn't really mind. I placed my ball on the ground then lined up my shot with the little line on the club. With a slight bend at the knees, I swung back, hitting the ball with a precise amount of force.

Lucky for me, it was just the right touch, resulting in a hole in one. I leaped in the air, doing a little celebratory dance. "Beat that Tasha," I grinned playfully. "I wouldn't be to cocky darling."

I rolled my eyes, stepping to the side to allow her to shoot. She smirked, doing a little shimmy before lining up her club. Nat pulled back and hit the ball and she too, made a hole in one. "What was it you were saying earlier?" She asked jokingly. I groaned, feeling my competitive nature come out. "Oh it is so on."

We ventured through each hole, pretty evenly matched against one another. We would try and distract one another by whispering dirty things in each other's ears or just place our hands on the others body while they were trying to shoot.

I must admit, I fell more times then once to her gripping my butt. How could I not when it was so unexpected, making my body jolt forward each time.

However, whispering "mommy," into her ear with my lips ghosting over her skin, had the same effect. Pretty genius if I do say so myself. I knew what that word did to her so if she wanted to play dirty, I'd do it right back.

The score was tied thirty to thirty and it came down to this last hole to determine the winner. I was actually intimidated by this one, because we had to hit the ball between this tiny gap of a mountain, which would then hopefully hit the corner to slide down and land in the hole.

"You first love," Nat husked in my ear, while gripping my waist. That certainly didn't ease my nerves, it only heightened them.

I took a deep breath in and out, trying to relax myself for the most important shot of the game. Feeling ready, I stepped up to my ball and lined up the shot. "Here goes nothing," I whispered.

I hit the ball, sending it into motion. I watched nervously as it began to approach the gap. It beautifully went straight down the center and hit the rock on the corner, just what I wanted it to do. I continued to track its movements and with one more single roll, it went into the hole.

"Wooo HELL YEAH," I screamed, doing a victory dance, which involved me turning in a circle, shaking my hips from side to side.

"Alright alright. As much as I'm enjoying this cute little show, I still have a turn," she smirked. Shit what's gonna happen if we tie? We're both way too competitive to end the game like that.

"What if we tie Tasha? What will we do then," I asked curiously . She thought about it for a moment before a devilish smirk was plastered on her face. "We'll race in the go carts."

"Alright deal," I agreed easily since I was also really good at racing, but then again, so was Nat with her history as a spy.

"Let's see our fate then Tasha," I said, gesturing towards the eighteenth hole.

She aimed her shot, just like I had and putt the ball. Similar to my play, her ball went through the mountain and hit the rock. Now for the moment of truth, will the ball go in the hole?

We were both on our tip toes, eagerly waiting to see the path the red ball took. Much to my disappointment, the ball went in. Nat cheered loudly like I had earlier, making me groan. "Guess we're racing," I sulked. "I guess we are," she smirked.

The two of us walked quickly to the desk to return our clubs, then Nat payed for one round of go cart racing. We raced each other to the track, wanting to get the best kart.

We didn't care that we were more eager than the kids who waited in line ahead of us; we just wanted to earn bragging rights against the other.

Eventually, it was our turn and we got strapped in our seats. "Alright folks, in 3..2..1..GO!" The ref shouted.

Nat and I slammed our feet on the gas, getting off to a fast start. We were neck and neck the first lap, bumping into each other's sides on each turn, trying to gain the lead.

When the second lap came around, I cut Nat off on a corner, successfully taking the lead. I laughed at my little victory. Now all I had to do was keep this up for the final lap.

I was still ahead but when I went around the final corner, I saw Nat was closing in on me. There was only a one hundred meter stretch left so I floored it, hoping to come out with the win.

Somehow Tasha managed to pull up beside me with fifty meters remaining. We were bumping into each other, both determined to not let the other cross the finish line first.

With one particularly strong bump, Nat hit me, causing my cart to turn sideways. I turned my head and saw her cross the checkered line, making me slam my hands on the steering wheel in anger.

I turned myself around and crossed the line, earning second place. Everyone else finished shortly after us, but I wasn't ready to get out. I didn't want to face the fact I had lost.

I couldn't stay strapped in the kart for forever, so I finally got out, joining my girlfriend's side. "Looks like I won," she smirked. "I know! I don't want to hear it! Technically I won since I got a hole in one first in the final hole but whatever," I sulked.

"Oh don't be such a sore loser baby, you put up a great fight," she smiled, kissing my cheek. That made me feel a little better, but it wasn't enough.

"You better kiss me real good if I'm about to have to deal with your big ego." She scoffed "shouldn't you be the one doing that for me?" She quirked a brow.

"I will later, but right now I need love and affection after a loss," I pouted. "Ugh fine. You're too adorable to say no to," she replied.

She pulled me in by the waist, holding me flush against her body. Her hands moved to rest at the base of my neck while mine moved to her lower back.

The kiss was passionate and sweet, everything I could have asked for. After a few seconds, we pulled apart. "Did that ease your broken heart," she teased. "I suppose it did," I smirked, intertwining our hands.