Hullo! I'm really, really just into this pairing lately so I decided to just ease myself with writing about them. This is my first time writing about a ship as flirty, hot, and swoon worthy as these two so please forgive me if they're a bit ooc.

Reviews are very much appreciated

Warning: Rated T for the curses and implications of the 'deed'

Phase 1: Of Introductions and Hunger

One of the things she likes experiencing in life is getting exciting interactions with attractive men

And one of the things she hates experiencing in life is getting cockblocked with having said moments.

Jesse is quite alright, really. Especially when he goes all mushy and lovestruck with Becca. She thinks it's refreshing to witness things like that when she alone has never dealt with those kind of romances. But then, right now, she wishes Jesse could just get swallowed by the ground on where he's standing because he had just ruined her little moment with the attractive, really really hot Treblemaker, who she believes is called Donald, and who's smile just caused a sizzle on her lower regions and tempted her hunter.

She has always deemed him as dangerous, that impossible man. He would end her career as a Bella before it has even started. She knows because she had already witnessed it. It was during the aca-initiation party, through the distance, she had found herself drawn to him, eyeing him through her cup of booze while Kori's grinding on him quite intimately.

And boom, a day later, Kori got her vocal chords ripped out by wolves.

Since then, she knows too well that associating with him would be like riding a roller coaster ride.

And she likes roller coasters.

Oh well, damn

She set her eyes at him, and he is already looking at her right back. The pool of his chocolate orbs were quite dark and curious looking, as his lips was formed into a smirk. She knows that look to well, and surely she has her own written on her face.

And yes, automatically, as a response, she too smirked unto his way, raising her brow in a challenging manner. Wishfully thinking that he would agree, he has to.

She knows too well that he wouldn't back down from her- knowing how eager and tempted he looked when they were singing about doing naughty, dirty things to each other a while ago, and she too would be willing if he is.

Who wouldn't really?

He looked really, really irresistible with his husky voice and chocolate eyes. God knows how hard she controlled herself just to resist kissing his words from his fantastic mouth.

Yes, she had already heard things about him, things that just turned her on.

Right after the Riff Off had ended, the a capella groups separated to each of their ways, calling it a night as it is actually already pass midnight.

Being alone in the dark was never a problem to Stacie, back on the days in the village of her family home. Everybody knows everybody, and it is a bonus point when their family happens to be pretty influential; a father as a successful businessman and a mother as a former model, nobody has ever dared to hurt or let alone, speak to them in a harsh manner. She has always knew she is safe there.

Safe sure, but never free.

Going back, to be honest, she isn't quite sure when her party and sex active self had sprung. All she knew was that she had her first kiss when she was fifteen, and that boy introduced her to all the things she has known when it comes to swaying from her parents' morals and values.

And it was too late for her to turn around and leave the life she has grown to love. Especially when that little immature prat showed her how it is more easy to 'fuck' than love.

She was free, sure, but never safe.

Due to the drama that guy had caused her, she vowed never to expect something deep in relationships and bed partners ever again. She accepted that it is just a shallow meaning of life, and learnt to get through it with a smile and cheerful disposition.

She is the ideal good girl in the household, and a wild one night stand kind of woman outside.

But what of Donald? What is so interesting that made her crave him desperately?

Begrudgingly, she left the pool without having any indication or hint if she would ever have the chance to win her man.

Seeing that he is currently her senior. There is but a little chance she could jump to his skin.

She wrapped her arms around herself, easing her thoughts as she walk a bit faster when she heard soft footsteps coming to her way.

"No girl has to walk herself home alone in the dark" there was an immediate pause from her stride, immediately reflexing her hand to ready it with grabbing her whistle.

"I can handle myself. And we're in the campus, what's the worst thing that could happen really?" she turned, her voice a bit unconvinced through her nerves.

Surprisingly, the owner of the voice is the man she's been craving himself. Standing coolly with strong arms stretched through the fabric of his shirt. Her nerve slowed down and she heaved a sigh of relief, no longer afraid of what would be crawling through the dark.

Although she is certain she could bring them down herself.

He inched closer to her, the same smirk he had given her reappeared on his handsome face. Immediately, her heart thumped excitedly underneath her skin.

"You don't know the effect you have Stacie Conrad" She raised her head a small bit, looking at him through her lashes as she smiled affectionately, surprised and touched that no matter it is she's doing, it is working on him too.

"The feeling is mutual Donald Walsh"

She leaned in a bit closer to him, her palm resting to his chest. There it is, his lips only a breath away from hers, sweet and arching on the perfect way as how he has captured her attention.

"Good, we have to satisfy this craving then" he whispered quietly, the excitement obvious down there, where hers is weeping joyfully.

"I agree, judging by the way you look really happy to see me" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes trailing down to the source of his excitement. He grinned wryly, he raised his hand up from his side and lifted the hem of her shirt. "Your eyes are dilated babe, you look really happy to see me too" and began tracing the visible skin of her hips, teasing her as she bites her lower lip in response.

"Kiss me Donald" she closed her eyes, the desperation oozing out from her slightly opened mouth. Grinning widely, he pulled her close to him by his hand that was on her hip, her body flush unto his' and his lips crashing to hers'.

He wasn't sure what egged his strong hunger for Stacie. He had always been so sure, so calm when it comes to persuading the women he bed with. Yet, this freshman enticed him with such intensity, he could've devoured her right on the spot when she started singing about making love to him all through the night.

It didn't helped that she looked at him with so much want in her eyes either. Almost as if she was challenging him to do so as what his temptation told him to do. Her bright blue eyes excites him. Right on that spot, he wondered what they would look like if-

"Can we already go to your place?" he felt her fingertips tighten to the tendrils of his hair, her naughtiness is being covered by her innocent blue orbs. Oh those eyes.

"As the lady wishes" he lets her go with a fast intensity, she was left blinking and unsure of what had just happened. But with that same intensity, she quickly recovered and is now smirking temptingly at him, her cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. But noting to himself, he was sure that nothing could ever make Stacie Conrad undesirable. Hell, maybe, she could even make math interesting if she is the word itself.

She tiptoed from her toes and planted an open mouthed kiss on the side of his neck, nibbling on his skin as he groaned in response.

"Stacie, keep doing that and we won't make it to my bed" she chuckled light heartedly to his neck, her lips grinning prettily as she still continues to torture him with her soft lips and gentle caresses.

"Make me"

"Just wait for it babe, I'll make love to you"

Should I continue this or just leave it as a oneshot?

Any situations you want to see them in?

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