Chapitre Trois

Saturday was Pancake Day.

Ever since Donald had started seeing Stacie, she'd been spending more and more time at his place. It had come to the point where she would pack a bag for the weekend, because the amount of back-and-forth trips had become ridiculous, and they could barely get enough of each other anyway.

And every Saturday, Stacie would make pancakes. Wearing one of his shirts.

Donald couldn't even begin to figure out why that seemed to turn him on so much. Something about those long legs being so exposed, combined with Stacie's insane ability to make anything she did look sexy, just did him in.

"I smell pancakes," Bumper said, practically tripping over himself as he sprinted out of his room. Donald smirked. Bumper had also become a very quick fan of Pancake Day.

Donald couldn't really blame him. God knows, the two of them didn't really care much for cooking, and Stacie's pancakes were so goddamn good it was crazy. It was a very nice change of pace from the stale bagels and burnt toast they usually had –when they were too lazy to go out to grab breakfast at some café that is. That, however, happened more than Donald cared to admit.

He smiled when he entered the kitchen, looking at Stacie – wearing only his shirt as per usual, he noted, smiling wider – who was busy pouring the last of the pancake batter on a pan.

"Oh hey babe," she said, as he kissed her in greeting.

"Hey," Donald replied, sliding one of his arms around her waist. "Need any help?"

Stacie leaned into his touch. "Actually, could you just bring me three plates? I'm almost done."

"Sure thing," he said, walking over to grab the plates. He placed them on the counter next to her, bringing his hands to her hips as he watched her work.

She laughed a little breathlessly. "Donald, you know I can't concentrate when you're this close to me," she murmured.

"Then stop looking so damn good in my shirts," he said, massaging her hips for good measure. Honestly, he just couldn't help himself – Stacie standing in his kitchen, with those legs and his shirt just did things to him.

"Guys, could we keep the sexy talk to a minimum when I'm around?" Bumper teased as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "I'd like to keep my breakfast down, thanks."

"Keep that sass up, and you won't have any breakfast to keep down."

"Stacie, you wound me so."

"Got you there, didn't she?" Donald said, amused. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he too took a seat.

Less than a minute later, Stacie laid down the plates of steaming pancakes, along with syrup and honey. "Bonne appetite," she said, sitting down next to Donald.

His hand went to her thigh reflexively, going up and down languidly as they began talking about anything and everything. It was, surprisingly, over breakfast that he and Stacie had gotten to know each other better.

And, surprisingly, where they had started to like each other as well. Before, it had been strictly about sex but now, things had changed, and Donald was the first one shocked when he started liking the change.

"How're classes going, Stace?" he asked her, helping himself to another hearty mouthful of pancake.

"Really good actually, I got an A on that Bio exam I told you about," she replied. Stacie was a Pre-Med student, which had surprised Donald the first time she'd told him. When he'd asked her why she'd joined the Bellas, she'd said, "I like singing. I don't like it enough to make it a career or anything, but I think it's fun. It's a nice distraction from all the biology and chemistry I'm taking."

Donald could relate; he was a Political Science major after all. Beatboxing to him was what singing was to Stacie – something that he loved doing on the side.

"I knew you'd do great, you studied your ass off," Donald said.

She smiled brightly, and he was pleased to note a little flush on her cheeks. Stacie had the insanely adorable trait of blushing when she was praised. "Thanks," she said. "How 'bout you?"

"Good, but I'm glad Spring Break is just two weeks away."

"Word," Bumper agreed. "Can't wait to get the hell out of this place for a while."

"Where you going?" Stacie asked, interested, her hand coming to rest on the one Donald had on her thigh.

"LA maybe, not too sure," he replied easily. "I'll figure it out soon enough."

Donald turned around to look at Stacie. "Speaking of, do you have any plans?" he asked.

Stacie shrugged. "My parents want me to go back home, but I kind of want to do something else. Not too sure what though."

"Why don't you come with me, then?" Donald said. "I'm going to road trip to New York. You should come with."

Stacie raised one eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

He smiled, shifting himself towards her to press a chaste kiss on her lips. "Sure. We'll have fun."

"Alright yeah," she said, standing up and taking her plate with her. "Let's do this. I've always dreamed of seeing New York."

"You and me both, baby."

Stacie smiled, washing and drying her plate. She looped an arm around Donald and gave him a kiss. "Can't wait," she murmured. "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay"

"You sure you don't want me to join?"

She slapped his arm playfully. "You and I both know that if that happens, nothing is going to get done today. And I have rehearsal in an hour," she added as an afterthought.

"Right," Bumper said. "Competition's just a couple of days away now. Think you can beat us this time?"

Stacie grimaced. "I'd rather not talk about it with you guys, thanks."

Donald and Bumper sported similar expressions of shock. "No way, you're doing that arrangement again?"

"Like I said," she replied. "Not going to talk about it with you guys."

Donald held her arm and pulled her in for another kiss. "Any way I can make you change your mind about that shower?" he murmured.

"No," she said breathlessly. "But you are more than welcome to join me for my evening shower."

He grinned as he watched her walk away, swaying her hips for good measure. Stacie could be such a tease.

"So," Bumper began, effectively interrupting his much more entertaining musings about Stacie. "Spring Break, huh? You and Stace?"

"What about it?"

Bumper shot him a withered look. "Oh come on, man," he said. "I've never even seen you invite a girl to dinner, much less an entire trip."

"Hey, I've invited girls to dinner before," Donald defended. "I can be a gentleman."

"That's not the point and you know it. You like her."

"Of course I like her," Donald replied irritably. "I wouldn't have been sleeping with her for the past five months if I didn't."

Bumper shook his head. "No, you like like her. As in, you have real, genuine feelings for her."

"That's crazy –,"

"Think about it. You've been sleeping with her for five months, give or take – exclusively, I might add. You two get along great, you obviously enjoy spending time together. For God's sake, she makes us pancakes every Saturday." Bumper stood up, point made. "If that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings for you, then nothing does."

"So what if I do? What if she does?" Donald asked warily.

"Nothing. I'm just happy for you, man," Bumper replied, patting his shoulder. "Glad you finally found a girl you have trouble keeping up with."

And Donald couldn't resist the smile that turned up the corners of his mouth as Bumper left the kitchen.

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