She couldn't believe she was doing this. Again. She had promised herself that she would never do it again. She had even made a pact with herself. That she wouldn't no matter how much he begged. But he just looked so darn cute when he asked. He begged with her and it made her love him all the more, the fact that he wanted her there so bad. So she agreed as long as he didn't give her five million directions at once. So she stood there attempting to hit this golf ball correctly. And Sandy stood to the side watching and saying nothing until she asked him too. She was in the wrong stance completely but he didn't say anything. He began to loose interest in the sport as he looked her over. She looked so adorable in her golf attire. Her face was stricken with such concentration and she was biting her lip. He could tell she was really trying.

"Am I even holding this thing right?" Kirsten asked, breaking Sandy out of his daze.

"Do you really want me to tell you?" He asked playfully.

She threw him a pleading look, one that made him melt every time. "Yes please." She said gently. He put his club down and walked behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck and his body's presence against hers.

"Your legs are too close together." He murmured into her ear. "Spread them just a little." He used his soft voice that was only for her. He had and would never use it on anyone else. No one would hear it unless they heard him talking to her. It was the one that made her knees go weak and even though he was talking about golf, it was still working. His hands met with the outside of her legs to guide them. "That's good." He whispered, as he left a small kiss on her neck. A small smile went across her face; she loved how tender he was being. His hands traveled from her legs, over her hips, and rested for a moment on her waist, before going to her hands.

He chuckled lightly in her ear. "You don't have to grip it so tightly, darling." She loosened her hands and he slid them to the position they should be in.

"There you go." He whispered. He helped her practice swinging a few times, guiding her body with his.

"That's how you do it." His hands released hers and moved up her arm to her shoulders. He massaged her lightly.

"Loosen up a little, baby. It's supposed to be at least a little relaxing." He mumbled as he pressed a kiss through her hair to the back of her head. He stepped back and watched her again. She brought the club back and followed through, sending the ball into the air. It soared an impressive amount further than it had the last time she had gone golfing. She spun around with a massive smile on her face to find her husband with an amazed look on his face.

"Wow!" He exclaimed. "Now that's improvement!" She was still smiling. He walked over to her and placed a kiss on her lips while holding her face in his hands. He let go and put his arm around her shoulder before looking back to where the ball landed.

"So did I do good?" Kirsten asked looking up at him.

"Good? Baby, you did great." He said as he looked back at her. He planted a kiss on her nose.

"I had an amazing teacher." She chuckled as she took his head in her hands and placed small kisses on his lips. She spoke between kisses.

"Handsome."

"Gentle."

"And a terrific kisser."

Sandy stopped her kisses for a moment to speak.

"Oh is he?" He questioned teasingly. Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Their kisses were getting more passionate and they were suddenly broken apart by the honking of a golf cart, a few yards away. Sandy lowered his chin to rest on Kirsten's shoulder and chuckled lightly into her ear.

"Back to the room, my dear?" He whispered.

"You read my mind." She giggled.

A while later, Sandy lay at Kirsten's side, holding her close to him. She lay on her back and Sandy was leaving lazy kisses along the side of her face down to her neck and stopping at her collarbone. She smiled and sighed contentedly.

"I love you, Kirsten." He said, still kissing her collarbone and shoulder.

"I love you, Sandy." She said, as she put her hand in Sandy's hair. He picked his head up and looked into her eyes. She placed her other hand on his face and kissed him fiercely, which forced him on his back. Kirsten climbed on top of him and kept her forehead to his as they kissed passionately.

"If only every golfing expedition could end like this," Sandy thought to himself.

Warning: I know nothing of golf so this might not be too accurate. Sorry! Also I had this idea before Josh or whoever wrote the episode a few weeks ago. I'm just very lazy so it didn't get written in time to post before that episode aired. But I promise you it has not been stolen. What also sucks is that I also have an idea for a one-shot that is similar to someone else's. I apologize to that person but I did think of it a while before their story was posted. But I digress here is the new chapter.

In the beginning this was at the top before the chapter but I wanted there to be some mystery as to what she was doing. Again. I hope you enjoyed and please review.