I couldn't sleep so I started up iTunes and hit shuffle. I figured it was time I gave the shuffle challenge a try anyway. I'm not gonna lie, I hit skip twice. I was so busy laughing at the irony that "Baba O'Riley" came up that I forgot to actually write as it played. And the other was "Hindi Sad Diamonds" (Moulin Rouge). I bow down to anyone who can write a good fic to that.

All the standard disclaimer business applies here: I own nothing related to or associated with the show, nor the songs. I only use them to pass the time when I just can't sleep....

You Look Good In My Shirt – Keith Urban

Flack walked up behind Stella as she poured coffee into their mugs and kissed her neck.

As she leaned back into him, she sighed. "Don't even start that. We have to be at work in less than an hour."

"I know," he grinned. "That's plenty of time."

"I still have to go home and change before I go in. You see, somebody hit the snooze too many times this morning and now I'm running a little behind."

Flack grabbed her hips and turned her around, pulling her flush with his body. "That's because somebody gave me a run for my money last night. I was very, very tired this morning."

Stella grinned. "Well just the same," she kissed him, "I still need to go change."

"A'right." Flack sighed. After he kissed her once more, he tugged on the bottom of the large button up dress shirt she was wearing. "But for the record, you could always wear this. I mean, it would certainly make my day go by a lot better knowing you were still wearing my shirt."