Date Night-When You're a Rebel: Donnie

(PG-13)

Donnie's idea of a date wasn't what you thought it would be. You were expecting a romantic picnic, probably in the junkyard since Donnie liked it so much. But it was almost the complete opposite: Donnie took you out on to dinner at a fancy French restaurant in downtown Manhatten.

Afterwards, you went back to the lair, since his brothers were also out on late-night dates. You were wearing a beautiful purple dress that was sleevless, showed a little bit of cleavage, and came down just below your knees. It wasn't tight; it matched the tie Donnie was wearing with his navy blue suit. It surprised you when a human showed up at your door, but you figured Donnie would have made these sooner or later. So you went with it, especially when you could see the outlines of very defined muscles under his shirt.

Donnie led you to his room, which you were astounded to see-you thought he slept in his lab. He closed the door behind you, taking off his suit coat, and loosening his tie.

"D-Donnie?" You asked, slipping off your heels. Your brain was screaming 'You want him!' and it didn't help when Donnie came towards you, and held you tightly.

You stared at each other for a second, and then your lips crashed together eagerly. You let out a moan of approval as Donnie quickly moved to work on your neck, nibbling if enough to make you giggle softly. He broke away, staring into your eyes, before you moved on to kissing his neck, smiling when he moaned softly. His arms drew you flush against him, and his hands reached for the zipper on your dress, slowly flicking it back and forth, but leaving it alone.

"Donnie!" You hissed, making Donnie laugh before he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. He sat down gently, and you moved to straddle him before kissing him deeply.

Donnie's grip on you tightened momentarily, and his fingers moved back to playing with your zipper. You continued kissing him, running your hands through his hair, and Donnie slowly inched your zipper down a bit. His hands skimmed to tops of your bare shoulder, making you nervous, before he broke away from you.

"Is this okay?" He whispered, his hand on your already slightly unzipped zipper.

"Donnie," You whispered, slightly ashamed. "I'm just not ready for that right now." A tear trickled down your face, but Donnie wiped it away gently.

"That's fine, Y/n, really. I would rather you be honest with me." He said, and you slid off of his lap, curling up on the bed, Donnie doing the same.

"You can sleep with me tonight, if you want." Donnie murmured, as he drew you close to your body and cuddled you.

"You're amazing Donnie." You whispered.