I love country music because it always seems to inspire me. Anyways this particular one-shot is about the duet called " Let's Make Love" by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw. I thought that since my last one-shot was kind of angst filled, this one would be a little more fluffier, to kind of balance things out.

" Kelsi? Are you here ?" Ryan called as he opened the door to his girlfriend's apartment with his key. He had knocked several times, but there had been no answer. But that didn't mean she might not be home. Sometimes she was so caught up in her work that she sort of drowned out the world, especially since she had just gotten some new equipment, including a pair a headphones she could pug into her keyboard and enable her to play anytime she wanted to.

He only had half an hour before he had to head off to his four o'clock class, but he wanted to stop by and ask her to look over some of the choreography for a number in the show they were doing together for a project in their final year in Julliard. It was not very often that two people from different departments worked together on projects like this , but - much to Kelsi's surprise - Ryan had somehow charmed the professors into letting them try this partnership. He had guaranteed them that they would not be disappointed. The only problem was that he now had to make sure that he was not forced to eat his words.

He shut the door behind him and glanced around her kitchen/ living room and playfully rolled his eyes. There was dirty dishes and laundry all over the place. Kelsi was not a very tidy person to begin off with, but when she got into a creative mood sometimes she neglected the domestic aspects of life. Plus, she clamed that a house that was to clean was depressing. And she didn't want any negative in her life.

But Ryan didn't mind the mess. Infact, he loved it. When he was growing up his mother was very particular about appearances, and this included the house. It always looked like it could be straight out of a home décor magazine. And even though they had maids who cleaned the house, Derby Evans insisted that her children keep their own rooms tidy. ( Little did she know that Sharpay never did clean her own room. Until the twins were 14 she had somehow convinced Ryan to do it, and after that she hired a private cleaning lady who came when their father was at the office and their mother was at the spa or out with girlfriends. Although honesty was not Sharpay's forte, cunningness was.) But sometimes he wished that it could have just once in a while looked lived in.

He quickly checked in Kelsi's bedroom - which looked more like a recording studio then a bedroom - and upon noticing that she was indeed not home turned to leave again. He could always call her after his class. But he stopped when he noticed a old looking blue notebook that was lying open on her bed. Her songbook. This was where she had written the lyrics to pretty much all the songs she had written since junior year in high school , and although it was getting worn by over use, it was her most prized possession . It contained her most darkest secrets, her most deepest desires.

She had shown him the songs in this book a hundreds of times over the years. Even the songs that she a written just for herself, songs she would never in a million years share with the world. It made him smile to know that she was willing to share that part of herself with him. The more vulnerable - and in his opinion- beautiful part of Kelsi Nielsen.

He walked over to the bed and picked up the notebook, curious to see what she was working on now. Probably a new song for their show. She had told him yesterday that she felt the show was missing a number and he could image her pacing this little room late at night, trying to come up with the prefect song. The thought made him happy. But as he began to read the words on the page he began to realize that this was not a song for the show. It was something way more personal then anything she would write for a show. This song was him and only him.

Baby I've been drifting away

Dreaming all day

Of holding you,

Touching you

The only thing I want to do

Is be with you

As close to you

As I can be.

Chorus

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I want to feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let's makes love.

Oh baby

He suddenly felt slightly flushed when he finished reading . Although they had been a couple for almost five years and they did have a fairly active sex life, Kelsi was not one to be so forward about such things. And although a lot of her songs involved love and relationships and romantic entanglements, this was the first one - that he had read or heard- which dealt directly with the physical aspects of it.

He sat down at her bed and re-read the lyrics. Then he reached over for a pencil that was on her beside side table and wrote his own verse. When he was done he placed the notebook on her kitchen so she was sure to see it, then locked the door behind him and went to class.

About an hour and a half after Ryan had left, Kelsi arrived home and practically collapsed onto her couch in pure exhaustion. This morning when she had woken up, her plans of the day had consisted of pretty much just lounging around her house and perhaps playing around on her new equipment. It was not very often that she got a day off work, and to also have her only class of the day be cancelled because her professor had a family emergency. This perfect day to just take a breather and relax. Unfortunately her cousin who also happened to live in New York had an emergency at work and had asked Kelsi to watch her two young children for a couple of hours. And Kelsi of course - being the kind hearted person she was- could not say no.

As she glanced around her house she noticed that her songbook was on the kitchen table and briefly wondering what it was doing there. She remembered leaving it on her bed this morning after she had written the first verse of a song she had been working on. But perhaps in all the hustle and bustle of suddenly having to change her plans she had moved it and just forgotten that she had done so.

She got up and grabbed the book off the table, opening to the page where she had left off. She had been thinking about this song all day, but she was unsure what to write in the next verse. Perhaps reading it over a couple of times would inspire something. She was surprised to see that there already was a second verse, written in Ryan tidy handwriting.

Do you know what you do to me

Everything inside of me

Is wanting you

And needing you

I'm so in love you

Look in my eyes

Let's get lost tonight

In each other

Repeat Chorus

She could not help but feel touched when she read his verse. It was odd. She knew that he loved her, he did tell and show her that everyday. But this verse seemed to emphasize his emotions even more and gave her the sudden urge to go see him and show him just how much she loved him back.

When she arrived at Ryan's apartment ten minutes later, she knocked on his door and impatiently waited for him to open it. She did have a key, but she didn't like to use it unless she had to. As soon as he opened the door she pulled him into a kiss and when they broke apart he had a silly smile on his face that made her giggle.

" It's good to see you too, Miss Nielsen." he said as he shut the door behind her. "What brings you here in the middle of the afternoon.? Not that I mind seeing my girlfriend."

" You read my song."

" And which song would that be? You do write a lot of songs." He teased as he pulled her close.

She grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. " You know which one."

" Oh …you mean the one where you want to make love to me all night long, until all our strength is gone. That one?"

She blushed slightly at his openness and then chuckled at herself. She was the one who had written the song. " Perhaps," she whispered as he guided her towards his bedroom.

" And are you upset that I read it?" He asked as he began to kiss her jaw line and slowly descend down her neck.

" No," she whispered in his ear as he continued to kiss her.

He stopped kissing her and smiled. " Good." He then gently picked her up and placed her on his bed. " And who am I to deny you what you want?"

She didn't say anything, just grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him passionately.

I hate endings because I never know when to end…..but whatever.