Title: Wonderful Tonight

Pairing: Stacie/Donald

Author's Note: Hello to all you wonderful people! I know it's been a while since I've updated this fic, but I promise I haven't given up on it. I just have a lot on my plate right now and it's really hard to find time to write these stories. Anyway, this is just a fluffy, plotless one-shot that I thought would be cute, and I really hope you all like it. R&R!

-Sux2budude

Chapter Five:

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He's just a guy. A guy who was always too afraid of commitment. A guy who loved women too much to be stuck with one. A guy who constantly gets in trouble with the law, accidentally of course. A guy who only attends his classes because his mom will kick his ass if he doesn't. A guy who usually never stares at a girl unless it's her ass or her boobs. He's that kind of guy. And yet, he found a girl who would look past all of that, and love him for who he is, not giving a rat's ass about who he was. He thinks he might be the luckiest guy on this planet.

Donald smiles genuinely as he stares at his girlfriend's sleeping form, admiring the way she's wrapped up perfectly in his sheets, like she was his present for Christmas. Her long, wavy tresses cascading down her back, leaving only a few tendrils to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes are closed; her nose is working to carry air to and from her lungs, and her soft, full lips forming a ghost of a smile that was present there just an hour ago. She's everything that is beautiful to him. She's the epitome of the word itself. He feels a bit creepy, watching her while she's asleep, but he doesn't really care. He's never been the guy who stays and cuddles in bed until the girl falls asleep. Usually, when he's done, he'll write a quick note explaining that it was fun and he'll see her around, leaving a subtle hint of 'goodbye forever' in the end.

And now he's here. With her. He does nothing to stop the smile that's forming on his lips, and he lets out a satisfied sigh as he inclines himself, leaning against the headboard of his bed. He continues to watch her while his mind wanders off to the past six months. In one word, he'd describe his relationship with Stacie as: Amazing… Actually, scratch that. His relationship with her is awesome. She's the one who's amazing. He's just a guy. He leans over, resting his chin over the heel of his hand as his eyes trail over her bare back. She's snoring softly, and he has to resist the urge to lean over and wake her up with his lips. She likes it when he does that, but right now, he wants her to get the rest she needs. He's kept her awake for long enough from the night before on the day of their six month anniversary. He's never been the romantic, sappy guy, but last night, he had gone all out Romeo-Casanova for her. He wanted everything to be perfect.

(Flashback)

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"You got it?"

"Yep."

"You're sure?"

"Yep."

"Absolutely positive?"

"Yep. And if you ask me one more time, I'll punch you in the throat."

Donald rolls his eyes at his best friend as he finishes setting the table for two. "I just want this to be perfect."

Bumper stares a moment longer at Donald, giving a look of exasperation. "Are you kidding me? Stacie is completely in love with you, dude… You could take her to freaking McDonald's for your anniversary and she'd think it's perfect."

At that, Donald gives him a scathing look. "Did you take Amy to McDonald's for your anniversary last week?"

Bumper shrugs, "What can I say? My girl is simple, sweet, and sexy, while your girl is complicated, confusing, and classy. I'm dating a life-insurance company, and you're dating a funeral home."

Donald laughs at that, pushing his friend out of the way as he leads them towards the door. He pauses, turns back and takes a moment to inspect the scenery. He smiles widely, actually feeling excited about tonight. He's never done anything remotely romantic in all of his life, and he has to admit, this first attempt with Bumpers help, ain't too shabby. He turns to his best friend, grinning widely. "Who the fuck made you a love expert?"

"The Google company. Authorized last week."

Donald snorts as he turns and begins to lead the way down the staircase, "You're a fucking retard, you know that?"

"So I've been told." The other boy shrugs nonchalantly. "It brings out the best in me."

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"Okay, open your eyes." He whispers softly, awaiting her reaction. If he's honest, he's kind of nervous.

Stacie lets out a breathy gasp as she takes in the scenery around her. Each and every inch of the place was covered in potted roses of all sorts of colors, save for the walkway that leads from the door, straight to a table set for two by the edge of the roof, overlooking the school campus. Put simply, everything is breathtaking. It is by far, the most romantic and beautiful thing she's ever seen. When she turns around to look at the creator of the scene, she finds him smiling at her with a bouquet of multicolored roses in his hand.

"These are for you." He mutters a bit sheepishly, and she can instantly tell that he's never done this before. The thought alone spreads a warm feeling throughout her chest.

She takes the bouquet from him, grinning like an idiot as she inhales the fresh scent of it. "Thank you. This is…" she trails off, not really able to find the proper words to explain how truly amazing this is. No one has ever done something like this for her. "Perfect." She finalizes. It's the perfect word for the perfect occasion.

Donald smiles triumphantly. Phase One, complete and ready to launch. He sticks his arm out towards her, and she takes it instantly. "Shall we?"

Stacie giggles, nodding her head. She feels like she's in one of those 80's romantic films where everything is so perfect and the guy does everything right. It's certainly at a good start.

Donald is the perfect gentleman, pulling her chair out and waiting for her to be seated before he goes to his seat. "You look wonderful tonight." He tells her honestly as his eyes trail her body.

Stacie grins, "You said that earlier." She points out, and he chuckles softly.

"And I meant it."

She smiles, her fingers shaking lightly against the thorn-less stems of her bouquet of roses. "This whole thing is beautiful." She tells him.

Donald takes a moment to re-inspect their surroundings and he smiles widely. "I had some help."

"Well, thank whoever helped you. This is truly amazing… and thank you."

He shakes his head. "You deserve nothing less." He points at the roses, and begins his little speech that he had prepared earlier. "Do you know what they symbolize?"

Stacie shakes her head. "No."

"Purple roses symbolizes 'love at first sight'… it reminds me of the first time I laid eyes on you in the library. I instantly knew you were the one for me… orange symbolizes admiration and attraction, and of course, I had to be attracted to you to fall in love with you so quickly. The pink, symbolizes elegance, which is what you portray flawlessly everyday. The yellow signifies friendship and joy, and you have brought me great happiness in being the best friend a person could ask for. The white signifies purity, humility, and innocence, and that's how I'll always see you. Pure, innocent, and perfect in every way. And of course, the red one symbolizes passion and love… the meaning speaks for itself, but… I plan on showing you rather than telling you how much I love you."

Stacie has never been the sensitive type, but tonight, she wishes she had worn her waterproof mascara because she was seriously getting emotional. She already knows he loves her. He'd said so a month ago and she believed him instantly, but tonight, that emotion was overtaking her every nerve. She uses her hands to fan at her eyes, trying desperately not to let her tears escape. "Do you make a habit out of making girls cry?" she asks jokingly.

Donald chuckles softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tissue that he had stowed there for future emergencies like these. He hands it to her and she quickly dabs at her eyes, sniffling a bit.

"I'm sorry." She tells him. "We've barely been here for five minutes and I'm already tearing up."

He shakes his head. "It's okay, babe. You do what you gotta do."

Their conversation is interrupted when the door they came through swings open, and two guys in white suits and bow ties step through, followed by a group of other guys in black suits, one guy holding a guitar. Stacie looks questioningly at Donald who only chuckles and leans forward on his elbows as the guys in the white suits approach them with dinner platters.

"Your dinner, madam." Bumper drawls in a fake British accent.

Stacie laughs softly as Bumper sets down the plate, and uncovers it, revealing what could only be her favorite. Grilled meatloaf on rye, with tomatoes, lettuce, and fries. She orders it every Saturday night with Donald.

Greg stifles his laughter as he sets Donald's platter down in front of him. "And for you, kind sir." He uncovers the plate, revealing a Steak bomb with fries and sour cream.

Stacie smiles at him, thankful that he didn't order them some super expensive food that tastes like crap. Like Escargot… ugh! How do people eat those?!

Bumper and Greg give a highly exaggerated bow before retreating back to the group forming by the door.

"Wow." Stacie states simply. "They're all in on this." It's a statement, and Donald only nods as he throws a thankful nod towards his friends.

"I've always been supportive of their relationships," he shrugs. "It's only fair that they support mine."

She smiles widely at the way he says it with such conviction. "Donald, this is amazing." She tells him truthfully. "No boy has ever gone to such extreme measures for me."

He gives her a skeptical look that disappears instantly and is replaced by a soft smile. "I guess I'm the special one then."

She giggles at that, nodding in agreement. "You are."

After their wonderful dinner, Donald gets out of his seat and holds his hand out to her, bowing slightly in an exaggerated manner, much like Bumper and Greg's. "May I have this dance?"

Stacie couldn't help the way her skin emits goosebumps. "Of course." She smiles widely, taking his hand and letting him pull her out of her seat. He leads her across the walk way until they're standing right in the middle of it, and he pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist as her hands crawl up his chest to wrap around his neck. She feels rather than sees him nod towards his friends, before Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight' begins to play softly as she rests her head against Donald's chest and they begin to sway to the music.

I feel wonderful
because I see the love light in your eyes
and the wonder of it all
is that you just don't realize
how much I love you

Bumper's voice fades into the background as Donald pulls away slowly, his eyes squinting carefully through the lenses of his glasses. Stacie squints back, her soft smile widening on her face. "Did I tell you that you look wonderful tonight?" Donald asks softly, earning a chuckle from her.

"Once or twice."

"Ah, well… I meant it that first and second time."

She smiles, tightening her arms around his neck as he pulls her even closer. "You don't look too bad yourself… in fact, you look pretty freaking wonderful tonight too."

He shrugs, ducking his head when the boys on the other side of the roof start making kissy-faces. "I try." He mutters, ignoring his friends.

"Well don't." Stacie tells him. "You always look wonderful to me."

He grins, feeling like he was on a high. "You know, when I first saw you, I knew instantly that you were special."

"Is that so?"

He nods, leaning down so his lips are closer to her ear. "Why'd you think I tried so hard to get you?"

Stacie laughs softly, turning her head and placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "You didn't have to try so hard, you know? Remember, I dumped that asshole, Ryan on that first day you met me."

He laughs, remembering the day he invited her to the Junior's and Senior's party, and she caught her now-ex-boyfriend cheating on her. "He really was an asshole."

Stacie snorts, "Yes, and I guess I have you to thank for saving me from that horrible relationship… but you know, you still didn't have to try so hard for me after that… I might've played hard to get then, but inside, I wanted you."

"I know. Who can resist this?" he asks jokingly, gesturing to himself.

She laughs, smacking his arm playfully.

He shrugs, "But you're worth trying for… It was torturous, but so totally worth it."

Stacie smiles lovingly at her boyfriend. She stares deeply into the chocolate pools of his eyes, feeling like she was drowning in them. He has the most alluring pair of eyes a human being could have. To some people, they're just eyes… but to her, they're like the windows of his soul. Staring at his eyes is like looking straight through the hard exterior of his body and right into his heart. And she's excited by what she sees. Hope, promise, care, trust, friendship, loyalty, and love.

Love. It's a word that almost always comes to mind when she thinks of him. He may be the most immature person to ever walk the face of this earth, but he's helped her grow more than anyone has a right to. He may be the most annoying person on this planet, but he's the only guy who can make her smile when she's not in the mood to do so. He may have been the most promiscuous guy in Atlanta, Georgia, but he's the only person who can make her feel like she's the only girl in the world. She smiles widely at him, feeling her heart expand inside her chest, on the verge of explosion. She feels so much happiness here with him. So much joy, trust, hope, and love. Her hand slowly slides from around his neck to trace a line up his neck with her fingers. She lets her fingers trace the strong, defined line of his jaw, his high cheekbones, his cute nose, his eyes, and then back down to his lips. "You may be an idiot," she tells him with a soft smile. "But you're my idiot."

He chuckles softly, remembering the memory of their first night together. "Always."

She leans up on her toes while he leans down, and their lips meet in a short kiss. When they pull away, they've both forgotten that they're not alone, and their lips go crashing back into each other's. It's slow, languid, passionate, intense, exciting, special, and everything good in a kiss. She's always thought he was a good kisser, but tonight, he's exceeded all her expectations of a perfect anniversary night, and she deems him the greatest kisser in the world. He deserves that title more than anyone else has a right to.

Finally, air becomes an issue and they pull away, faces flushed from the lack of air reaching their lungs. And she feels her heart burst with love and strong emotions that she can't describe right now. She leans up to his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I love you."

He rests his forehead on her shoulder, his arms tightening further around her waist. "I love you too… I've never said those words to anyone else before." He tells her honestly.

She turns her head, inhaling the usual musky scent of his hair that she's somehow grown obsessed with. She puckers her lips, kissing his head. "Then I'll make sure that you don't ever feel the need to say it to anyone else."

That night, they make love for the first time. Before this, they used to fuck. Have sex. Quell sexual urges. Get each other off… but that night, Donald makes love for the first time, whispering a thousand silent I love you's into her skin as she moans his name into the darkness of his room. Her fingernails dig into his skin, marking her territory, and tattooing her name across his heart. It's the first night that he doesn't sleep after being with her. Instead, he lies awake, watching her, and wondering what it'd be like to spend forever with her.

(End Flashback)

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He smiles when she groans, eyes still closed as she turns on her side, giving him the perfect view of her ample breasts.

"Quit staring at my boobs." Her lips quirk into a smile as her eyes slowly open.

He laughs, leaning down to nip lightly at her shoulder, drawing a soft moan from her. "Then quit flashing me with your weapons, woman." He jokes as his fingers crawl against the skin of her stomach.

"Mmmm, I don't want to stop." She tells him as her eyelids flutter closed.

He kisses his way up her shoulder, pausing every few kisses to taste her skin while his fingers continue their quest down her body. "Me neither." He whispers softly before finally pressing his lips against hers.

When they come up for air, she pushes him onto his back, quickly straddling his hips. "You gave me my reward last night," she begins, grinding her hips down against his and drawing a groan from him. "Now I'm gonna give you yours."

Donald's face breaks into a happy smile. "Hit me with your best shot, baby."

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Author's Note: Yet another personal favorite of mine. It's sweet and romantic, and just super fluffy. Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated, so keep that in mind and remember to review!

-Sux2budude