Title: How Can I Say I Love You When The Military Police Want To Haul My Ass To Jail?

By: Junkfoodmonkey

Rated: PG13

Summary: A little bit of Face musing, inspired by Quirky Country Music Song Titles Day.

Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn’t belong to me, I'm not making any money from this.

How Can I Say I Love You When The Military Police Want To Haul My Ass To Jail?

Lying in the sweet long grass, under a purple sky, drizzled with stars, the girl in my arms stirs in her doze. I'll have to wake her soon. I can hear Hannibal calling my name. Decker's coming. Time to run again.

Another girl. Client's sister. Case is over so time for my reward, another quick fling. For a moment I imagine she's the same girl that I held last week, client's daughter that time. And that other one last month. Client. Don't tell Hannibal.

I'd like for them all to be the same girl. At least for a while.

Imagine not having to worry about saying the wrong name at the wrong moment. Imagine not having to come out with all the lines. Imagine her laughing if I did come out with a line, because she's heard it from me before. Imagine that laugh being affectionate, not the nervous laugh of people still dancing around each other. Imagine waking up beside the same girl every day. At least for a while.

She waits in the long grass while I go back and meet Hannibal.

"You got grass in your hair, Face."

He winks. I wink back. Another conquest, another notch in the Faceman's belt. Mr love 'em and leave 'em. The man who grabs that last kiss as the sirens wail closer.

Who knew the novelty of novelty could wear off?

If I close my eyes when I kiss them they can all be the same girl. For a while.

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