A/N: In case you couldn't figure it out, it's I'll Be by Edwin McCain a.k.a. Grace's sex song. Yay!

PS: For the disclaimer and blah blah read the first post.

PPS: I love fluff so be prepared for some in this chappy though there will be less fluff and more seriousness in the following chappys so enjoy!

"I'm glad to know you guys like that one! Golden oldie, right? Anyway, back to this story…"

Ashley looked out over the crowd. Her eyes were still searching. The fact that the lights were dimming from bright oranges and reds to a blacks and blues was helping. She could finally see the people out in the audience, finally see their faces and pick out their features. She knew exactly what she was looking for, blonde hair, cute smile, not too tall but not too short…Spencer. Now that she could see, she knew it wouldn't be long before she'd spot the young blonde. For some reason, she needed it, needed the contact with her…maybe it was to calm herself down, she thought. Then, as the lights finished their dimming change, she picked up her guitar and a pick and began to strum softly, hearing her backup music come in. There she was…wait…was that her?

"The strands in your…"

"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above"

Ashley looked down at the girl in her arms, smiling brightly as the waves crashed against their toes. The body snuggled up against her wasn't the only thing warming her up. So, she pondered, this is what love feels like? Good, I like it. She nuzzled the other girl's neck through the black hoodie she wore. Her arms, loosely circling the girl's waist, gave her a gentle squeeze as her lips moved to the blonde's ear.

"You're perfect…"

Spencer's smile was all lip gloss and shine and happiness. Her fingertips found Ashley's clasped hands and broke them up, holding onto the separated hands with her own as she turned her head. It felt perfect, being with Ashley. She hadn't felt this good, this full her whole life. She relaxed into the older girl's embrace and turned her head, giving her a kiss so soft the girl's thought that it might as well have been the breeze that had touched their lips if it weren't for the proximity of each other. They'd been dating for a week.

"I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life"

"Happy two week anniversary gorgeous!"

"Ashley, what is this?" Spencer turned a quizzical gaze on the girl who'd snuck up on her from behind.

Ashley shrugged and gave a grin. She wasn't going to tell, Spencer realized. Hmph, then I'll find out for myself, she thought. She looked down at the envelope curiously, shaking it as if the noise it produced would be an answer to her question. Yes, she knew she could just rip it open, but then where would the fun be? The suspense? The build-up? No, detective work was a must when it came to presents, she had to preserve the moment for as long as she could. Something about living in Podunk, Ohio and getting mini-John Deere tractors as presents every year for her birthday. After holding the envelope up to the sunlight for a good ten minutes, she opened it, slowly and making sure not to rip the paper.

"It's not John Deere!" She squealed delightedly as she turned and swept Ashley up in a hug.

Confusion spread over Ashley's face. John Deere? Whatever, she figured she would just let Spencer have her moment. Holding the other girl in her arms, she looked down into the blue eyes before her.

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course! Wait, what's the question?"

"If you'll go with me to the Edwin McCain concert," said Ashley, still confused as she motioned at the tickets.

"Oh! Duh, stupid me. Of course!"

"Good…I mean, I know everybody thinks his only worthwhile song is I'll Be but he's got a lot of great hits like Say Anything, Sorry To A Friend-" Spencer cut her off with a kiss.

Their lips touched softly at first but it built up into something more. Neither of them could help it, something about the other girl was addicting. It was like their kisses were the portal to another world, one with only them. A world of sunshine, beaches, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

"This is the first time anybody's gotten me a present for a two week anniversary…"

"Yea, well I'm pretty much a lot of firsts. First girlfriend, first two-week present, first singer you've dated-wait I am your first girlfriend right? You're not hiding a wife and kids in the Ohio backwoods are you!"

Spencer gave the other girl a funny look, "what?" catching on Spencer grinned and went with it, "wait…you don't mean Betty Jo and the kids do you?"

"Betty Jo-hey! Despite how Madison this sounds, I've got to say it…I'm nobody's number two."

"Good, 'cause you're not mine and you never will be."

"Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above"

Her body rocked, swayed softly to the beat pounding out of the amps resting at the edges of the stage. Her flat tummy peeked out from the bottom of her black halter and rested just above her lowrider jeans. Unable to help herself, the girl's fingertips moved to that expanse of skin like two magnets unable to resist the attraction. Ashley turned, beaming a bright smile at Spencer as she felt the other girl's hand on her tummy.

Leaning over, she whispered into Ashley's ear, "can we go get a drink?"

Instead of responding, the brunette nodded her head in the affirmative. Stumbling past the bodies and out to the counter of a drink stand, Ashley quickly ordered two waters and headed back into the fray of the amphitheater. Spencer grabbed her hand before she could make it back to the masses and tugged her off into the grass area behind the seats. Ashley didn't know what her girlfriend was doing but she decided to just follow along. When Spencer stopped they were at the back of the grassy area, centered on the stage.

"You okay baby? Was the music too loud?"

"No…I just wanted to come back here for a minute so we could talk."

"Please tell me you're not about to break up with me. That would ruin Edwin for me," Ashley said, only half-joking.

The music sheathed them against the outside world and wrapped them up in the perfect mood. Spencer took Ashley's hands and leaned forward, pressing her lips to the other girl's. Two weeks plus one equals three, she counted quickly. They'd been dating for three weeks.

"I know this is kind've quick and all but I have to tell you something Ash…"

"Is this about Betty Jo?"

"No. Stop that."

"Stop what?"

Spencer smiled lopsidedly, "you make everything cute, even when it's stupid."

"Okay, so is that what you had to tell me?"

"No, I-"

"You," Ashley echoed as Spencer looked into her eyes, the intense look causing the brunette to fall silent, whatever Spencer had to say it was big.

"I…I love you."

"I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said"