Title: I Hate You

Pairing: Donald/Stacie

Author's Note: Okay, this is just a fluffy one-shot I thought of while I was fighting with my "significant other" (who I seriously want to strangle right now)in an elevator… This story is NOT based on my life. It's just a thought that crossed my mind. This is basically just a little fluffy one-shot I had to write. I know, there's really no Stacie/Donald anything, but lets pretend they're a couple already, shall we?... anyway, I hope you like it. And if you do, then please review, and let me know if you want it to stay a one-shot, or grow into a series of related one-shots. Perhaps an entire series of one-shots that relate in a way because they're just little clips of Stacie and Donald's life as a couple? I don't know. Reviews are much appreciated… and This is rated-M. Just a heads up on that.

Summary: Fluffy, plot-less, yet steamy Stonald moment. There really is no point to this one-shot. Just a little story I had to write.

-Sux2budude

I Hate You

It's what they do. They love to hate each other. Because in their own little world, it means the exact opposite.

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If Stacie had a penny for every time Donald would say something stupid, she would've been filthy rich, and she wouldn't be standing inside this stupid elevator,(which happens to be stuck due to some stupid power outage) with the one person on earth she wishes she wouldn't be stuck with at the moment.

Yes, she's dating him, and yes, she somehow believes wholeheartedly that he is the only one who could make her heart race, but right now, she was ready to strangle the living daylights out of him.

"Oh come on," Donald says with an eye roll. "It's a power outage, babe… the cameras won't even be working because it's a power outage." He points out.

"Donald, I'm over here in this corner, freaking out that we might be stuck in this elevator forever, and you seriously want to make out?" Stacie asks incredulously.

Donald blinks once. "Uhh—Yeah."

Stacie groans. "No." She says sternly, to which her boyfriend of nearly two years pouted. "Donald, you know I'm claustrophobic, so there is no way I'll be able to concentrate on making out with you."

Donald's eyes turn soft as he sighs heavily and closes the distance between them. "Okay, I'm sorry." He mutters softly as he pulls her into his arms. "I just…" He trails off because he's too embarrassed to admit that he was horny. Being sex-deprived for nearly an entire week made him eager. Too eager. And it wasn't his fault that his girlfriend was so damn hot.

"Babe, I know we haven't had sex in nearly a week, but I am not going to have sex in a broken elevator. I mean, what if the power comes back on and the elevator opens to a bunch of school kids outside? They'll be scarred for life!"

Donald snorted loudly. "That'd be freaking hilarious."

Stacie glares at him once, and he immediately stops laughing. "Sorry." He mutters, not sounding sorry at all. The two were silent for a few moments, each wondering if they'd ever get out of there. They actually just came back from a week-long visit to Stacie's parents, where they weren't allowed to stay inside the same room.(Stacie had had to sleep in her old room, and Donald had to sleep in the guest bedroom, which he had complained about every single day that they were there.) Now they were back, and they were on their way up to the apartment that they've been sharing for three and half months, hoping to immediately "get some", but life was so fucking unfair, and decided to kill the electricity in the building while they were in the elevator. Now, that would've meant steaming hot sex in an elevator, but Stacie was extremely claustrophobic, and she can't stop panicking every five minutes.

"Do you wanna sit down?" Donald asks softly.

Stacie looked down at the elevator floor for a moment before nodding.

After what felt like hours, but was actually just 20 minutes, Stacie began tracing little patterns into Donald's thigh. Now, that normally would've made him extremely happy, but given the fact that it was stirring a few things in him, he couldn't touch her because she'd just stop him from going any further than a simple kiss because she would just panic again.

"Wanna make out?" Donald asks again.

Stacie gave him a glare that could probably kill him if looks could kill. "Are you serious right now?" She asks incredulously.

Donald smiles apologetically. "Sorry, just thought I'd make sure you weren't just looking at me like I'm food." He murmurs dejectedly.

Stacie rolls her eyes with a huff. "That's because I'm hungry."

They were silent again, but only for a few moments before Donald spoke again. "If we were stuck in here for a month, would you eat me when you're too hungry to care about what you eat?"

Stacie blinks up at her boyfriend, wondering how such a damn good looking guy can be so… impulsive and insensitive. "No, Donald. I wouldn't eat you when I get too hungry."

"Oh." Donald says softly with a deep-in-thought sort of look. "Well, for the record, I wouldn't eat you too. I'd rather starve to death than eat you, babe… I love you that much."

Stacie lightly banged the back of her head into the elevator wall behind her. "If you don't shut up, I'll probably bite you."

Donald gave her a weird look and slowly leaned away from her. "It scares me that I actually believe you when you say that."

"Well then stop saying stupid shit."

"I'm not saying stupid shit. I'm just so fucking bored."

"Then entertain yourself and stop talking to me. You know I hate talking in tiny places because then I'll start thinking that murderous psychotic people are watching us and that they'll kill us with the walls because we won't shut up!" Stacie snaps sharply at him.

Donald groans softly as he leans back towards Stacie. "You're so dramatic, you know that?"

"Yeah, well you're so annoying."

"And you're even more annoying."

"Well, I—I hate you."

"I hate you too."

"I hate you more."

"I hate you more than I hate being in here with you."

"I hate your face."

"I—wait, what?" Donald asks with a raised eyebrow. "No you don't."

"Your right. I don't hate your face. But right now, I really wanna smack it."

"That is really immature."

"Says the guy who wants to make out in a dead elevator."

"It's hot, babe." He complains.

"No it isn't. It's stupid, and crude."

"That's not what you said about that day in the park." Donald mutters with a smirk.

Stacie blushes at the memory of that day. They had gone out for a picnic, and the day ended with her straddling her boyfriend on a park bench. Public sex. It gave her thrills, but elevator sex was out of the question. She'd gladly jump her boyfriend anywhere, but an elevator was probably the only place she won't be able to do it in. "This is different." She says immediately.

Donald snorts, "How is it different?" he asks with a curious look.

"It just is… I'm claustrophobic, so I probably won't be too turned on to actually go through with it."

Donald grins widely as he leans closer to her and whispers softly into her ear, making sure to breathe down her neck, "I can help you with that."

Stacie swallows almost audibly at the huskiness in Donald's voice. She hates that he can do this to her. With just a slight change in his voice, it would immediately stir something inside her. Something animalistic. She's always been known for being sexually active back in College, but with Donald, it's like she can't control her hormones, anymore than she can control her racing heartbeat.

Donald could see the lust evident in her eyes, and he decides to push a little bit more. It's mean. He knows it, but he can't control his feelings anymore than he can control the obvious bulge in his jeans. "Come on, babe." He whispers huskily. "You're all I could think about at night when I was in your parents guest bedroom... And it sucked so much to wake up in the mornings without you beside me."

Stacie stares back into her boyfriends dark, half-lidded eyes. She would bet her left boob, and Fat Amy's right one, that her eyes mirrored the look on Donald's. She wanted him… God, she wanted him so badly right then, but—

"And I don't ever want to feel that way again. It nearly killed me to be away from you for a mere eight hours at night, and I'll probably kill myself if we ever have to be away from each other any longer than that."

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back… Or Donald's back, as Stacie grabbed him by the front of his black buttoned up shirt and shoved him back, hard, before proceeding to ravage him with her mouth.

Oh, holy shit, why the hell did I refuse to do this in the first place? Stacie begins to think, but her train of thought immediately disappears when Donald's hand travels up her shirt. The contrast in the warmth of his hands against her cold skin sends little electric shocks up her spine, before traveling back down to tingle in her toes.

"You sure?" Donald whispers against her lips. Stacie doesn't answer as her hands move of their own accord and begins to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers tremble a bit from the anticipation, but she's determined to get his shirt off.

Before he knew it, his shirt was being ripped off of his body. He doesn't mind though. If anything, the progression of their undressing was a tad bit slow. He only had to suck gently at the base of her neck for her to start whimpering. A little nip on her earlobe, and her jeans practically crawl off her cream-colored thighs. He takes a moment to stare at her in only her blue top, and white-lacy thong, before he's closing the distance again and pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist. It doesn't take long for the rest of their clothe to come off, and soon enough, they were slamming into the walls of the elevator, lips still attached, and moving in sync with each other. It's fast, and Donald doesn't take very long to lose his shit. He groans softly as he grips her thigh and her backside with his hands. His orgasm was the last straw for Stacie as well, and she clamps around him, milking him for all he's worth, while he muffle's her loud moans with his lips.

Stacie sighs blissfully as she rests her forehead against Donald's, while they each try to catch their breath. "Holy shit." Donald mutters with his eyes closed.

Stacie snorts. "Holy shit is close… This was purely incredible."

Donald chuckles as he gently places her back on the floor. "Told you so." He mutters with a smug grin.

"Whatever." Stacie says with an eyeroll as she looked around at their clothe strewn all over the elevator floor. "I still hate you." she says while she grabs her bra and jeans.

"Hate you too, babe." Donald smirks.

She doesn't pick up her thong because it was no longer a thong, but rather pieces of what's left of it. "You seriously have to stop ripping my panties." She says to Donald who was already pulling on his jeans.

"Hey, it's not my fault they're so hard to take off." Donald complains while he picks up the white piece of lace and sticks it into the back pocket of his jeans. "I don't even know how you get them on."

"Well, I'm running low on panties, so you need to just control yourself a bit when we're undressing each other."

Donald snorts as he shrugs on his shirt. "Says the girl who loves to rip my shirts open instead of just pulling it over my head." He says while he stares down at his shirt which was missing four of its buttons.

"Shut up… It only means more P.J's for me." She smirks as she pulls her jeans on, followed closely with her bra.

"Just admit it babe. It's just that you can't wait to get me out of my clothe."

Stacie's back is to the door as she flips her inside-out top to the right side, so she doesn't notice when the elevator buttons come on, and she also doesn't notice when the elevator doors slide open. They must've been at their floor the entire time.

"Yes, Babe." She says sarcastically. "I just can't wait to get you out your clothe so I can have my way with…" she trails off when she turns around, in the middle of pulling on her top, and nearly jumping out of her skin when she realizes that the doors just slid open. "You." she blinks at the four girls before her, smiling knowingly at the disheveled couple inside the elevator. Donald chuckles softly at the look on Stacie's face.

"Oh, don't let us interrupt your romantic moment." Aubrey says with a playful smirk as she inspects the elevator.

Stacie rolls her eyes. "Missed you too, Aubrey." She says sincerely as she closes the distance between her and her college friends, Aubrey, Chloe, and Becca. The girls immediately squealing in delight as they huddled together in a little group hug.

"Oof." Chloe says loudly as the three girls all pull away from Stacie with knowing looks on their faces.

"What?" Stacie asks, confused about their facial expressions.

"You reek of sex, that's what." Becca answers with a wide grin.

Stacie fails terribly at hiding the huge smile on her face, while Donald bursts out laughing.

"You two are like horny little teenagers." Aubrey mutters with a shake of her head. "Like always."

Stacie slows down a bit so that she's walking side by side with Donald while the girls lead the way to their apartment. Tonight was ladies night in, and boys night out, but since they just came back from a long week with Stacie's parent's, Donald opted to stay home for tonight, and get some much needed rest while the girls invade the living room with popcorn, ice cream, and a romantic movie. "You okay?" Donald's worried voice pulls her out of her thoughts, and Stacie blinks up at her boyfriend with a tiny nod.

"Yeah," she answers.

"Still hate me?" Donald asks with a tiny smile.

"Yep."

"Hate you more, babe."

Stacie's smile widens.

I hate you. It's what they say. It's what they do. They don't know why they do it. They don't know why they say stuff like 'I hate you' when they clearly mean the opposite. Perhaps it's because they've been through enough shit together to know exactly what the other means when they utter those three words. But they grew up ignoring such things as feelings. Perhaps that's why. But in all honesty, they know they love to hate each other because it only means one thing to them.

Donald is the first one to give up this time, and he sighs softly as he wraps his arm around Stacie's waist and pulls her closer to him. "Love you." he whispers softly as he presses a kiss against her forehead.

Stacie smiles triumphantly as she turns her head up towards him and pulls his head down so she could place a lingering kiss against the lips she loves so much. "Love you more, babe."

It's what they do. They love to hate each other. Because in their own little world, it means the exact opposite.

-SD-

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Author's Note: I think this might be my personal favorite. This also happens to be my first One-shot fic, ever. I hope the ending wasn't too sappy for you guys. Anyway, leave a review and let me know if you'd like for me to keep this a one-shot, or if you'd like for me to continue, and make it a series of closely related one-shots. Reviews are much appreciated, and Thank you for reading!

-Sux2budude