A/N: Elliot sings! Yay! I'm glad you guys enjoyed the girls' song! R&R! XO, KJ

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me.

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"Now here, is a man who wants to make it up to his girl when he acts like an ass. Little Conway, anyone? Hello, darlin," the DJ drops his voice into a lower octave to imitate the late country singer. My face flushes as I glance up at the monitor to see what Elliot is singing. Oh Lord.

"Were those girls beautiful?" Elliot asks and the crowd screams and hollers. "We're a pretty lucky bunch of guys," he says, pausing. "Especially me," he says with a wink to me. What a charmer. A few of the women in the crowd said "aww," as he started to sing the familiar tune.

As the midnight moon, was drifting through
The lazy sway of the trees,
I saw the look in your eye, looking into the night
Not seeing what you wanted too see
Darling don't say a word, I've already heard,
What your body is saying to mine,
You've got a fast move, you got a slow groove, on your mind

He winks at me again. I know what's coming. I love this song. More importantly, I love making out with my boyfriend to this song.

You want a man with a slow hand, you want a lover with an easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
Baby, believe me, I understand, when it comes to love
You want a slow hand

As the guitar solo is drawing out, I can feel my face flush. And not an ohmygod I'm so embarrassed kind of blush either. More like a let's get the hell out of here and go home and have sex kind of blush.

Moon shadowed ground, with no one around
and the blanket of stars in our eyes
Hey we're drifting free, like two lost leaves
On the crazy wind of the night
Darling, don't say a word I've already heard
What your body is saying to mine
If you want all night, you know it's all right
I've got time

Elliot looks up at me and blue fire blazes in his eyes. I know what we'll be doing when we get home.

You've got a man with a slow hand
You've got a lover with an easy touch
You've got somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
Baby, believe me I understand, when it come to love
You want a slow hand

Indeed I do, I think to myself as I can feel my body temperature spike.

You want a lover with a easy touch
You got somebody who would spend some time with you Baby
Not to come and go in a heated rush

Which he never does. I love this man more than life itself. He's kind, good, sweet, funny, brilliant, and phenomenal in the sack. Which pales in comparison to all that other stuff. He's the most amazing man in the world. And he's mine.

He finishes the song with a brilliant Elliot-esque smile, which I'm sure dampens the panties of half the girls in the audience, judging by all the swooning I'm witnessing.

He steps off the stage and comes back to our table, grinning at me the whole way. "What did you think?" he asks.

"I--" I begin but someone cuts me off.

"I think I should have taken you home when I had the chance," Casey blurts.

Elliot bursts out laughing at Casey's slack-jawed reaction to his song.

"Hate to break it to you, Case. That chance wasn't ever there. This one's held my heart from day one," he says, taking my chin in his hand and kissing my lips softly. "Love you," he says.

"Love you," I reply.

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A/N: Well?