Title: Our Moments

Pairing: Donald/Stacie

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters. Just borrowing them is all.

Summary: What do you get when you put a manwhore and a sex addict together? No one knows. You might get a complete disaster, or a legendary romance.

Authors Note: Hello, yall! It's been a while since I've written anything, but I'm back to writing again. I can't say I've written much of anything, but I promise I still haven't abandoned any of my stories. I'm going to finish them all. It's just going to take a while. Anyway, I really hope you will all like this new chapter of 'Our Moments'. So here it is! R&R!

-Sux2budude

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Chapter Six: Strangers in Paradise

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It's a cold, bleak December night, and all he can think about is getting some hot chick to warm up his bed. But then again, that's pretty much all he thinks about.

Girls. They make his world go round. They are the epitome of the word, perfect. And they come in all shapes and sizes! Although, he does prefer the ones who are on the flexible and less curvaceous side. Not that there's anything wrong with the other kind of girls, it's just that he usually ends up going home with the flexible and slimmer kinds.

He thinks he might possibly be obsessed with them. Their hair always smells amazing, their faces are always so fucking beautiful, their eyes are always full of mischief and lust, their cute little noses always crinkling whenever he tells them a joke, their smiles always managing to make his own smile show itself off, their shapely bodies always drawing towards his, their thin waists always welcoming his hands, their long, shapely legs that seem to go on for miles, their cute toes and painted toenails, their perfects pert breasts, hardened rosy nipples, and that beautiful little patch of paradise that's always welcoming his manhood. He lives for it.

And then he sees her. The perfect girl for the perfect night. She's a brunette, with red painted lips, the body of a supermodel, the eyes of someone with knowledge and experience, and the sex appeal of a thousand goddesses.

He spends exactly ten whole minutes just staring at her, drinking in her beautiful features. His lips quirk into a small smile and he can't help the way his stomach begins to flutter around like a swarm of bees have taken host in there. "Stop being a girl and go talk to her." He finds himself becoming nervous all of a sudden which is weird for him since he's never been nervous about talking to girls before. But tonight is different. He can feel it. He glances around the jam-packed room, noticing the eyes of most of the males, and even a few females trained completely on the girl he's staring at, and he knows he has to make a move before someone else beats him to the punch. With that thought in mind, he straightens his tie, clears his throat, takes a deep breath and begins towards her.

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She's never been here before. A night club isn't her usual territory. She's usually at college frat parties where she'll maybe pick up a hot guy who isn't looking for anything exclusive. But tonight, she wanted something different. She wanted a little bit more than what she's used to. She wanted—craved the touch of an experienced man. Someone who knows what he's doing and doesn't rely on her to do all the work. Someone who would give her undeniably explicit pleasure. Her eyes scan the room while her face stays neutral, not giving away the fact that she's looking for the perfect man in the crowd. A velvety voice interrupts her thoughts much to her annoyance, and she wanted nothing more than to ignore him. But, she's new here and she does not wish to be rude. She turns slowly, already thinking up her story and why she can't talk to him, but she finds her train of thought completely overturned on the railroads as her eyes connect with two chocolate brown orbs, staring right into hers.

She quirks an eyebrow at him as she subtly checks him out. Definitely smoking hot. Dark features, brown skin, bespectacled, perfectly dark curled hair, sexy grin, and cute getup with the rock hard body. Def her type, and def on her list of top 3 hottest guys she's ever seen. He'd be number one if she didn't count Hugh Jackman, that sexy Wolverine.

JACKPOT!

"Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that over the loud music." She tells him even as her eyes continue to roam freely over him. He grins at her and her insides all but melt as she stares at his mouth.

"I asked if you're single and looking."

"Oh, going straight to the point, are we?"

He shrugs, "I find introductions and small talk completely pointless, don't you?"

She mimics his actions and shrugs as well. "Occasionally."

He chuckles softly, "It's much easier to go straight to the point with the hot ones. That way, you can easily get rejected quickly instead of wasting your time talking to her and getting denied after an hour. I'm a very busy guy and I don't really have time to talk about everything."

She nods, understanding where he's coming from. "Right. Well, to answer your question, yes I'm single, and maybe I'm looking."

"Right. So next question: Wanna see the inside of my apartment?"

She grins so wide, she thinks her face might crack. "If you insist." She shrugs.

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The door barely swings open before he has her pressed against the wall as his lips search hers out. Lips mold together, tongues battle for dominance, and hands roam freely over each other's bodies.

Her body is aflame with need, the need for more that is. She doesn't know why she's suddenly panting because she usually has outstanding stamina and endurance as well as having the best cardio in the business. "Wait." She pants, pushing him back gently.

He pulls away, looking down at her. "What is it?"

She puts on her best seductive grin and turns her back to him. "Help me with the zipper?"

He can't help but laugh. For a moment, he had actually thought she was about to say something along the lines of 'I can't do this' and then leave hurriedly. He shrugs the thought away and steps closer to her before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress. He swallows hard as inch after inch of skin is being revealed. Her skin is smooth, spotless, and… "Perfect", he can't help but mutter.

She smiles as she feels his hands still at the end of the zipper and she slowly turns around before looking into his brown eyes. "Thanks." Her hands come up to the arms of her dress and slowly, torturously she slides them off her shoulders to reveal the top of her chest, her blue brassiere-clad breasts, her flat-toned stomach, her cute little belly button, her matching blue panties, her creamy thighs, her long smooth legs, and finally crumpling into a heap around her feet. She steps out of her dress, kicking the garment to the side as she awaits her new lovers' reaction.

He doesn't think he's ever been so hard before. Watching a girl undress was always fun, but this… this was a fucking tease fest. He wanted to ravage her right then and there, but stood his ground, not wanting to scare her. "Couch or bed?" he questions mischievously.

Stacie smirks at him. "Whichever is closer."

"Couch it is."

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When she opens her eyes, she immediately knows where she is. She feels him, his left arm wrapped loosely around her waist and his right arm being used as her pillow. She smells him next, his intoxicating scent filling her nostrils. He didn't smell like 'Old Spice' or 'Axe' or 'Cool River' like most guys do. He smelt… natural. He smelled like a breeze. Fresh and sexy. Not that breezes were sexy or anything, but that's the only way she can describe it. She turns her head slowly, looking over her shoulder at him, and she barely manages to suppress her giggles.

His black framed glasses askew over his closed eyes, and her lipstick smeared all over his face and neck. He looked ridiculously sexy.

"You're totally checking me out." He mutters softly, peeking at her with one eye.

Stacie laughs, turning around in his arms to place a quick kiss on his lips as her smile widens at the familiar words. "No I'm not." She counters cheekily.

He smirks at her, opening both his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that."

She laughs, snuggling closer to his side. "Last night was amazing." She tells him honestly.

"Anything for you, baby."

Stacie smiles widely, leaning up to kiss her husband of six beautiful years. "I love you." She tells him softly.

His eyes soften as he leans down to kiss her forehead. "I love you too." Stacie had suggested that they spice up their sex life, and though they didn't really need it, they both agreed that it was exciting and fun.

Stacie sits up, smirking at her husband as he ogles her naked chest. "Where'd you throw my dress last night?"

"Why?" Donald asks, not really paying attention as he continues to stare at his wife's sexy naked body.

Stacie spots her dress at the corner of the living room and gets up off the couch to get it, giving her husband a full view of her naked backside. "Because my hand feels naked without my wedding ring and the ring is inside the pocket of my dress."

Donald nods, "Uh-huh. Grab mine from the pocket of my pants and then get your sexy ass back on this couch."

Stacie smirks at him, making a show of bending over to retrieve her dress and Donald's pants from the floor.

Donald groans softly, his morning erection straining against the fabric of the comforter lying over his lower body. "I'm so glad your parents agreed to let Jenny and Jonah sleep over at their place."

Stacie walks back towards her husband, slipping on her ring and flexing her finger as she lets out a long, satisfied sigh. "It feels so good to have this back on my finger." She tells him honestly as she hands him his own ring.

Donald nods as he slips his onto his finger. "Yeah." He says in agreement. He looks up at his wife, smiling at the way her face is practically lit up with joy. "We're never taking these off again." He tells her.

Stacie can only nod as she slips back onto the couch in her husband's arms. "Agreed."

They share a lingering kiss before Stacie feels her husband's erection poking against her thigh. "Ooh, is that for me?" she asks excitedly.

Donald laughs, nipping her shoulder lightly. "It's always for you."

"Well then. I must put it to good use." Stacie smiles, throwing back the comforter and swinging her leg over her husband's torso and straddling him.

Donald can only stare lovingly at his beautiful wife. "If you insist."

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Author's Note: I know it's a little short, but I hope you all liked this chapter. I just thought it'd totally be something Stacie and Donald would do. So what'd you think? Let me know in a review! Thanks for reading!

-Sux2budude