Let's say this is the day after that other one, yes?



"You know, Sunnydale is really pretty," Lindsey said consideringly, and then had to laugh when Willow looked at her in horror.

"Sunnydale is a dump," Willow said. "It's, I mean, I told you it's on top of the mouth of hell, right?"

"It can still be pretty," Lindsey said (she wasn't going to admit to being a little intrigued by this Hellmouth business; probably it was the sort of thing that was only fascinating to visitors, though). "I mean, look at this--" she swept out her arm, indicating the park they were walking through, red and gold leaves on the ground and the trees around them. "It's pretty, that's all I'm saying."

Willow looked around, a funny smile on her face. "I suppose," she said, and then reached out for Lindsey. "You're prettier, though."

Lindsey gasped into the kiss (Willow kissed with such focus, it was fucking amazing), and then she gasped again because the leaves around them were rising from the ground, twirling in the air. There was absolutely no wind.

"You're amazing," she said into Willow's mouth and kissed her again, and again.