He could smell the aroma of sweet sticky pollen in the air as a warm spring breeze swept over her skin, fanning her hair out and delicately placing it on her shoulder as she took her practice shot. Her form on the follow through was perfect and statuesque, like the little golden figure that sat on top of a first place trophy. After getting the hang of watching her ball, Belle could spot it no matter how high she sent it soaring. It returned from the atmosphere and landed with the rest of the golf balls on the driving range used for practice. She smiled and lowered her club when she heard the cheers of her teammates and coach.

She thought after taking a few practice shots the butterflies would have left her stomach, but instead, they became more intense. The girls from the other teams were good. They looked like they'd been playing golf since the moment they could walk. Their clubs were shiny and polished like they've never been used before, which made Belle wonder how they kept them looking so new.

A voice came over the loudspeaker from the clubhouse and told everyone that tee-offs would be starting soon. After a quick pep talk and wishing everyone good luck, Gold's team went their separate ways. Regina took each girl to their designated hole to join their heat. Since Belle had proven to be the best golfer on her team, Gold placed her in the first heat, so that she would compete against the top player of each team.

Her nervousness churned in her stomach when Belle saw the crowd of people huddle around the tee box to watch the group of girls take their first shot. Gold pulled her behind a tree and away from the audience so that he could talk to her privately.

"Everything alright Belle?" Gold asked. "You seem troubled."

"Fine coach." She sighed. "There's just a lot of people watching."

"The top players will always have the most spectators."

"And you're sure that I'm good enough to be in this heat. I was watching a few of them practice, and the blonde is really good."

"Her name is Emma, and she's your biggest competition," Gold explained. "But if you remember your technique and, most importantly to watch the ball, she won't be a problem for you." He could tell his pep talk wasn't giving her much incentive. "I purchased you something for your first tournament."

He left her alone for a moment and quickly headed to his golf cart before returning to the tree. He placed a black and blue leather golf bag in front of her. All the wedges were new and still had the plastic wrapping around the head of the clubs. In large cursive writing down the side of the bag, it said Taylor Made, and under that, was her name stitched in blue threading.

"It's beautiful, but-"

"No, I want you to have it. It's a thank you from the team and me for helping us.

Belle tried on the bag and smiled. "It fits perfectly, and it's not too heavy. Thank you, but you didn't have to."

"I wanted to. Win or lose. I'm just glad to have you on my team."

"Well then," She said, leaning back against the tree suggestively. "How about a kiss for good luck?"

There were so many other things running through his mind than just giving her an innocent kiss. Sexual desires that would cost his team the tournament and probably his job if anyone were to see them. Her little golf outfit was even shorter than her practice uniform, making it hard for Gold to focus on anything that didn't have something to do with Belle. The neckline plunged low, revealing her cleavage and even some of her bra. He had a half of mind to throw her against the tree and kiss her until she became weak. Starting from her neck and slowly kiss his way down to her panties before removing them and tossing them aside to taste the treasures hidden between her thighs. His cock was getting hard just thinking about all the reckless things they could do while behind this tree.

"I'll give you more than a kiss if you win." Gold told her casually without giving much thought to what he'd said.

"Oh really?" Belle asked, biting her bottom lip and looking at the center of his pants. "And what would that be?"

Gold looks down and finds his boner protruding in his pants. Without haste, he covers his erection with his hands."Uh- laps and m-more training exercises." He answered quickly, trying to correct his words along with the problem in his trousers. It was neither the time or place for that. It was the district championship, and he needed to be her coach, not someone trying to court her. "You still have much more to learn about golf Miss French."

"Oh, I'm sure I do," She smiled.

"I'm glad you understand." He said uncomfortably without looking at her, desperately trying to find an escape route. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I better make sure your teammates have enough score sheets."

"Are you sure I can't help you with that?" Belle asked, placing her hand on his belt buckle. "It won't take long. We can go back to the clubhouse-"

"No." The last thing he needed was her feeding more arousal to his cock and making things more awkward between them. "That won't be necessary. Just go out there and perform your best, Miss French."

Belle gave him a small shrug before leaving the tree to join the rest of her group. Gold sighed. He could have practically bashed his head against the tree for becoming hard again while in front of her. Belle was great, but he was her coach and consorting with his newest student wasn't a good idea during a tournament as big as this one. No matter how bad he wanted to.

After walking off his boner and checking on the rest of his team, it was getting close to Belle's tee-off, and her group was up first. He watched her stretch out her muscles, bending in a lunge and making her skirt rise a little in the process. Gold couldn't help but look at her tone legs. She looked beautiful in her athletic attire, and thankfully she wore undershorts this time. But unfortunately for him, the images of her panties from their previous practice sessions were engraved into his mind, so it didn't take much to imagine what she was wearing underneath those shorts.

After her stretches and putting on her gloves, Belle looked into the audience to find her coach. Gold flashed her a smile and an assuring nod that reminded her that she could do this. The other girls in her heat were Ashley Boyd, who's mother coached her and her sisters, Guinevere from Camelot University, they're team were no competition thanks to their drunken coach, Arthur. And last but not least, Emma Swan. She was probably the best golfer here today. Belle had her work cut out for her, Emma had been conditioned for golf ever since she could hold a club in her hand. Gold's never seen her mess up a shot, or hit her ball into a sand trap or water hazard. She could curve a ball precisely to avoid trees and still manage to land her shot on the green. The only thing worse than Emma's amazing golfing abilities was her coach. Killian Jones was an arrogant and obnoxious asshole. So obsessively absorbed in Emma's talents, the ones he didn't help her get, that he flaunted her in front of the other teams and gloated relentlessly about her. Gold didn't know whether it was an intimidation technique or if Killian enjoyed making himself look like an ass. Either way, Gold wouldn't let his tactics get to him, not when he had his secret weapon going up against Killian's best player.

"Gold, what a surprise," Killian said. "I thought you wouldn't be dumb enough to show your face at district without your star player Ruby. Though, even Ruby couldn't hold a candle to my Emma."

"You'll be biting that spiteful tongue of yours very soon. Ruby's stand-in is far better than I could ever hope for."

"And which one is she?" Killian asked. "I'm sure Emma would love to wipe the floor with her too."

Gold pointed to the girl with beautiful blue eyes, and long auburn hair pulled into a ponytail. "Let's call her my secret weapon."

"And where did you find this one?" Killian asked, looking for something else degrading to say. "Wait let me guess. She's the cashier at an Academy Sports and Outdoors."

Killian was the only one laughing at his stupid, tacky jape.

"Even if that were possible, she'd still need to be a student at SBU. You know, like your Emma. She's been a student at Seven Seas University for what- 8 years now?" Gold said with a self- satisfying smirk, and Killian became suspiciously quiet. "A shame really. I wonder what, or who, is holding her back from the Pros?"

"Good one, but look at your girl Gold. Do you really expect me to believe that she's any good?" Killian asked. "The golf club is almost taller than her. Can she even swing the damn thing?"

"I don't have to prove anything to you." Gold shrugged. "Because soon, you will find out for yourself just how good my little secret weapon is."

Belle and the other three girls stood on the tee box as the course official explain how they would be choosing the order they would tee-off in. He held up four straws, each shorter than the last one. The longest would go first, and the shortest would tee-off last. The girls each pulled straws and closed their hand around it. Once the last girl had her straw, the official told the girls to open their hands and reveal their order. Belle pulled the shortest.

"Last place." Killian chuckled. "I'm sure you're used to that sight by now Gold."

Gold grumbled some swear words under his breath about Killian, trying not to let his patronizing words get under his skin. He needed to be there for his players, it was Belle's first tournament, and he knew she was nervous, so he wanted to keep a calm composure in case she needed him.

The official called Emma, who pulled the longest straw, to tee-off first. She plugged her tee into the ground before placing her white ball on top. The crowd fell silent, not even the birds that were chirping in the trees made a sound as Emma took her stance. With her nine wood, she sent her ball flying down the fairway, resting next to the green.

"That a girl Emma!" Killian shouted obnoxiously. The crowd was in an uproar with clapping and cheering. Emma's shot was impressive and she would without a doubt par if she putted perfectly. Gold clapped too. He had nothing against her, Emma was a fantastic golfer. It was just her coach he couldn't stand.

The other girls took their shots, and none were as imposing as Emma's, but the crowd still clapped out of respect to the player. Next up was Belle. Gold could hear the quiet whispers of the people doubting Belle's abilities as they wondered who she was and where was Gold's star player, Ruby. He ignored them and focused his attention solely on Belle.

She plunged her tee into the soft sod and placed her light blue ball on top of it. Belle took her stance and took in a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Feet squared with shoulders. Elbows locked and knees bent. As she focused on her technique, Belle felt her coach's arms wrap themselves around her waist. They pulled her into his embrace with a soft and comforting touch that eased her nervousness and sent the tension of the judging eyes around her fleeing from her mind. The only thoughts that remained were the ones of him. He nuzzled his body flushed against hers, tucking her backside into his lower region and ran his hand down her waist and over her hips.

"Spread your legs more, and keep all your power in your hips." He whispered softly in her ear. She obeyed his voice in her head and opened her legs wider, then loosened her grip on the club. "Are you ready to swing?" Belle took one more deep breath and nodded yes. She pulled her club back and sliced it through the air in one swift stroke. Cling.

"Fire in the holeeee!" Someone in the crowd yelled as Belle's ball flew over the fairway, passing both Ashley and Guinevere's ball.

Her ball was soaring through the air like a projectile, faster and higher than some of the pro golfers Gold had seen. When it finally descended back to earth, it was on the green next to the hole. Her shot even passed Emma's ball that sat on the edge of the green.

For a second everyone was in silence, their faces mixed with both shock and disbelief. Belle stayed in her follow through pose for a moment. Hips extended forward with a perfect twist in her waist and the club stretched behind her head. If there were a golf version of a pin-up girl, Belle would be its star model. She looked so amazing in her backstroke form that Gold started clapping, not for her shot, but for how much arousal it gave him to see her in this position. Seconds later, everyone else joined in with Gold's cheering, including the competition in her heat who shook Belle's hand congratulatorily. However, Killian was not cheering or clapping. He stood there with a sour expression and balled fists after realizing that someone finally beat his valuable star player in tee-off distance.

"Like I said. My secret weapon." Gold told him, smirking and walking off in the direction of Belle.

She jumped into his arms excitedly, and Gold hugged her tightly. "How did I do?"

"Your shot was that of perfection Miss French." he smiled. "I hope it isn't too late for me to take you up on that offer of a kiss."

"Afraid so coach, the likelihood of me winning is far too high for a good luck kiss," she said. "Your gonna have to sweeten the deal now."

"I could add another 50 laps to your training regimen, or I could maybe take you out to dinner."

Belle giggled. "Dinner sounds lovely. We can make it a full course. Though, I'm not sure if you can keep up with me in 18 holes."

He pulls her closer. "I'm willing to try."

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think :)
-RL