by Alan Hitchen
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and others.
Information: Song by Gary Bonner and Alan Gordon. Performed by The Turtles.
Westfield Cemetery. Night.
Quiet again, thought Faith, as she fished her personal stereo from her jacket pocket, inserted the earphones and pressed play.
#Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night. It's only right, to think about the girl you love and hold her tight. So happy together.
If I should call you up, invest a dime, and you say you belong to me. I lose my mind. Imagine how the world could be, so very fine. So happy together.
I can see me loving nobody but you for all my life. When you're with me, baby, the skies will be blue for all my life.
Me and you and you and me, no matter how they toss the dice. It had to be. The only one for me is you and you for me. So happy together.#
Faith snapped the player off. Buffy had given Faith her stereo by 'mistake' again. She knows I hate these mushy love songs, but she will insist on forcing them on me, grumbled Faith.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, it was Buffy and everything was forgotten as she gave Faith a lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine.
"Last one to dust five gets to sleep on the damp spot," declared a playful Buffy before setting off at a brisk pace.
Faith rolled her eyes and levered herself off the tombstone to follow her girlfriend on patrol. "Fine, B. Just give me my stereo back willya."
"Make me," Buffy shouted back.
"It'll be my pleasure," said Faith, who set off in pursuit with a lustful gleam in her eyes.
#So happy together, and how is the weather. So happy together. We're happy together. So happy together.#
...continued in You've Got What I Like...