Author's Note: I'll keep this brief, but essentially I wanted a place to put some of my shorter Nashville snippets. Some (like this one) will be drabbles, but others will be somewhat longer. For full-fledged oneshots (and multichapter stories) will be posted outside of this. I just wanted a place to collect some of the smaller, (sometimes) quieter moments we don't or won't see on the show.

I posted this first one in response to a tumblr fic ask a while back, but figured I would share it here, too. It's set in the past, as will probably be obvious. Also, as a disclaimer...I don't own the characters. But that should go without saying.


He sings to her, when they're sitting on the back porch trying their best to ignore the summer heat, and he thinks she's never been more beautiful than she is now with her hair tossed up into a bun while slowly strumming along on his guitar.

The dryer is on the fritz and the bills are past due and the car started making funny sounds earlier, but he doesn't want to think about any of that so he nudges her with his knee and tells her to play another one.

"Darlin', I could get used to this," he says after they've finished playing, and when he wraps his arm around her and she kisses him, he knows she feels the same.