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053 Spells Cast

Who: Phoebe Halliwell and Peter Petrelli
What: Date night!
When: Friday afternoon/evening
Where: Minigolf and... oh who knows.
Rating: Mostly cutsey fluff within. Let's say PG-13. May be subject to change.

Between the earthquake, the Event Horizon and the arrival of Mary and Penny things had been rather hectic for Peter and Phoebe for the past few months. They'd been spending so much time taking care of others and letting emotional wounds heal that they hadn't really been able to take time for themselves.

It was high time to do just that.

They needed something out of the ordinary for them. Something outside their usual dinner and a movie or day at the beach. It took some thinking but finally Phoebe came up with a brilliant plan. She took Peter out to a late lunch, keeping their final destination a complete secret. She couldn't help the grin on her face as they rounded the street corner and the sign for minigolf came into view.

"So. Do you think you're up to par?" Sure it was bad but she just can't help herself sometimes.

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Truthfully Peter missed just being with Phoebe. Life was never going to be stable in Paradisa, but there were those quiet spurts that should be taken advantage of before the next crazy thing. And they'd gone far too long without a quiet spurt with one thing or another getting in the way. A date night was exactly what they both needed.

Just time alone, to be a couple in love.

And he was even being a good boy and not looking into Phoebe's thoughts to ruin her surprise. So when he saw the minigolf sign, he was definitely surprised. Love meant laughing at bad jokes sometimes.

"I guess I could get into the swing of it," he answered with a faint spark of amusement in his eyes. Might as well keep the bad jokes coming.

Seeing that look in his eyes made everything worth it. She knew that he could have spoiled himself for the surprise at any moment. She also knew that he rarely read her thoughts if he could help it, but it still meant a lot. It could be difficult to keep surprises secret with a telepath in the family but they managed just fine.

She nudged him with her shoulder, laughing, "Come on. Let's go find a club that'll fit you to a tee." If he wanted to keep on riding the bad pun train she wasn't going to stop it.

He matched her smile, slipping his fingers through hers. Even if they were bad puns, it was good to joke around again. Peter couldn't manage it for so long after Event Horizon. Having Mary and Penny helped, but it still took a while to heal from that experience.

Peter would never be the same after that, but he was willing to be open again. That was something.

"We're sure to have a ball," he commented.

Neither of them would be the same again after what they'd been through. Phoebe's heart still broke any time she even thought about the sound of Peter's voice over the journal during that ordeal. But that didn't mean they couldn't keep going with their lives and regain some form of normalcy. It was like when Prue died. They didn't think they'd ever recover from that, yet they all stood up and kept moving forward and they were closer than ever before.

She laughed, turning and pulling his hand as she walked backwards towards the building, "Well don't putter around, then. Let's go!"

He obediently followed her inside. The last time he played mini-golf was with Simon and Monty. Peter preferred sports like hockey or baseball, but in this case he was happy to knock a few balls through a windmill.

"Let's not keep score," he suggested, "and just play for fun."

Phoebe nodded as they headed to get the clubs. She couldn't remember the last time she'd played mini-golf. Probably not since she was a kid, now that she thought about it. It was high time to correct that.

"I like the way you think. It doesn't matter who wins, anyway." She smiled at him, holding out a club, "That's not what this is about."

He debated on colors until he went for the dark blue, which matched his paramedic uniform pretty well. "It's about finally getting a few moments alone together," Peter agreed. "This is going to sound strange, but I missed you. I've missed us."

Though maybe that wasn't as strange as Peter thought. After all, they didn't have much time for "us" moments lately.

Phoebe's hand lingered just over the green golf ball for a moment. Hearing him say that made her heart jump and her breath catch. Letting her hand drop away from the bucket she turned to face him, eyes filled with emotion as she looked up to meet his gaze.

"It's not strange at all." She reached out to touch his cheek, "Not at all. I've honestly been feeling the same way. So much has happened that we haven't been able to take time for us. I've missed you, too."

And with her hand on his cheek, him feeling what she felt, it was only natural that he would lean forward to give her a kiss. He pulled away after a moment, his smile returning to his face.

"And now I feel like a teenager, taking my girl out for mini-golf."

Phoebe already felt a million times better and they hadn't even started playing, yet. This was absolutely the best idea she's had in a while. She laughs, grin cracking her face as she picks up her golf ball.

"Ooooh now I'm picturing what you must have been as a teenager. Trust me, you probably wouldn't have wanted to know me back then."

"I bet I can guess." Peter led her to the first hole, and being a gentleman allowed her to go first. "Troublemaker, rebel, probably made out with someone under the bleachers a few times... Wait, that's all me." He laughed. "My dad had to pull my ass out of so many bad situations."

She cracked up, "Ooooooh you and me both. There's a reason Prue didn't talk to me for a few years." She shot him a teasing grin before setting her ball on the green.

She lined up her shot for a second before sending the ball towards the hole... sort of. It ended up hitting one of the rocks in the way and making it about halfway.

"Nathan had a legitimate excuse of being in the Navy, and after that he had his boys and his law practice. He always had a lecturing word or three waiting for me when he bailed me out, though."

Peter took his shot next. His ball rolled in a more or less straight line. "My dad likes to golf," he explained with a shrug as he made it way close to the hole on that shot.

Phoebe gave him a sheepish smile, "yeeaaah that was about the same for us until I stole her boyfriend... then she was done with me."

She laughed and bumped him with her hip as she walked by towards her ball, "Oooo look at you, hot shot. Maybe you can give me some pointers, then." It felt so perfect to be laughing and joking with Peter again. They fell back into it so easily as if there had never been any trouble at all, no stress. This was precisely what they needed.

"You have me on that one," Peter shrugged. "I can safely say I never stole any of Nathan's girlfriends." Of course, twelve years separating him and Nathan probably helped a lot in that area. The girlfriends usually saw him as a bratty kid or as a little brother.

"I did steal a girlfriend, once," he reflected as he moved to follow her. "Feels like a whole lifetime ago."

"Ooooh there was more boyfriend and potential boyfriend stealing than that but when you get three girls together that's bound to happen. I actually tried to claim dibs on Leo when we first met him."

She laughed, grinning at Peter as she looked over their golf balls laying on the green. "I think you're supposed to go next, right?" She shrugged, "And I totally expect to hear the full story about this girlfriend you stole."

Why did he even bring that up? It wasn't a good story; definitely not the right tone for a fun date. Peter focused on tapping his ball into the hole, which he did in the next shot. He fished it out again so Phoebe could try next.

"I'd rather talk about how I struck out at T-ball."

She laughed. It didn't bother her to talk about things like this but clearly it wasn't something that he wanted to talk about and she wasn't going to make him.

She makes a face in his direction as she tries to line up her shot, "I didn't even think that was possible."

She taps her ball and it rolls true... until it skims around the edge of the hole and ends up a few inches past it. She rolls her eyes and walks over to tap it in.

"Neither did my dad." Peter's lips twitched as he remembered that day. "I did it on purpose because I was mad at him. I was a bit of a brat around my father, most of the time."

He saw she was finished with her turn, so he moved with her to the next hole. "I miss him sometimes," he added. "Is that weird?"

She smiled, picking up her ball and following him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a hug, "That's alright. We all go through phases like that when we're young, I think. Unfortunately some people never grow out of them."

With another squeeze she let go of his waist and moved to drop her ball, lining up her next shot. This one went further, actually making it all the way down to the green before rolling to a stop. "I don't think that's weird at all. Our father walked out on us when we were young. We found out a few years ago that it was because Grams told him to leave but when we were kids all we knew was he left. Prue never forgave him. She hated him, really. I was so young when he left that I never even really remembered him..." She paused, looking up at him, "But I still missed him and wished I could know him. I still loved him even though he left us."

Peter listened as he lined up for his next shot. He didn't grow up like that: his father didn't leave, but the man was never really there, either. Maybe that was why Peter always tried so hard when Mary came along-- and more recently with Penny. He wanted to love on them, to show them that their father would always be there.

"We can't help it," he concluded. "Kind hearts like ours. We love people even if they don't deserve it." He hit the ball harder than necessary and bounced it into a water trap.

Phoebe couldn't help but snicker at that shot, "Um. I didn't think we were playing water polo."

She gave him a playful nudge, going up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "We love people who don't deserve it... but not half as much as those who do."

Peter rolled his eyes at her. Rather than fish it out, he just flicked his hand and pulled it out telekinetically. Kind of a cheat, but whatever. Phoebe's kiss made him smile, though.

"Lucky us, to deserve it."

She chuckled, watching his ball drift out of the water. She didn't care if he cheated or not. They weren't keeping score, after all. This was all just for fun.

She beamed at him, looking the most relaxed she had in a while, "I know I feel pretty lucky."

He smiled, tapping his ball a little more gently toward the hole. "Thank you, castle," he said, shaking his head. "Who knew?"

She smiled happily at him, leaning on her putter, "I have a few things to be thankful for."

"Just a few?" His lips curled into a playful smile and he reached for her, kissing her lips gently.

Mmmm she could get used to playing golf this way. Of course if they kept it up like this they might not make it through all 18 holes before she dragged him home. Of course that would be just fine, too.

She rested her hands on his hips and whispered, "Maybe a few dozen."

He lets out a happy sigh, stroking through her hair. Yeah, this game wasn't going very far. His own feelings, and hers, made him very interested in moving this to their room. Peter smiled and moved away to continue on to the next hole.

"I think it's my turn."

She was at least trying to keep her own feelings under control to keep him from being overwhelmed, but it was tough... very tough. Especially as she watches him walk away from her towards the next hole. What? Just because they're married doesn't mean she can't still check out her husband's oh so grabbable butt.

Whoops. She was falling behind, wasn't she? She quickly followed behind, grinning at him, "Only if you can keep it out of the water this time." Trash talking was allowed, right?

He raised his eyebrow at her but didn't say anything. Being married just made it more open for them both. The "honeymoon phase" wasn't over, and Peter hoped it never would be. He loved how much they could still want each other.

"You'd better be careful or I might not keep you out of the water, either," Peter retorted playfully. He tapped his ball forward, making it almost to the hole.

She laughed, moving over to set up her own shot. Ooooooh you wouldn't dare!"

Tapping the ball she sent it bouncing off the obstacles, ricocheting off of rocks on its way down towards the hole. It finally came to a stop... after hitting Peter's ball further away from the hole.

He lets out a laugh. "Nice shot, babe," he said, winking at her playfully.

She laughs, blowing him a kiss, "Why thank you."

He reached out to "catch" the kiss in his hand and patted his cheek. Peter couldn't remember the last time he did something that goofy, but that was the whole point of this date: to just relax and have fun, even if fun meant goofy things.

Phoebe cracked up, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. That was certainly unexpected. Peter never did anything that silly. It was wonderful to see him loosening up and having fun, though. It was a refreshing sight and made her happier than this game could ever hope to.

"Oooo does your wife know you're such a flirt?"

"I don't know." Peter tilted his head to the side, smiling at her. "I hope she does. After all, she's the one I flirt with."

Be still her beating heart. She walks over to him, laying her hand over his heart and smiling up at him. "You really are too good to be true."

He smiled, lifting her hand to his lips so he could kiss her fingers. "Maybe I should be a little bad, then," he suggested mischievously.

Phoebe pursed her lips as she watched him. Oh this game just got a lot more interesting, "Mmm maybe you should."

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