I don't often do one-shots, but this is one. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Donna sat in the chair facing Harvey's desk, putting the stack of folders, preparing herself to plunge in the accumulated work. He merely raises his eyes to hers, acknowledging her presence, before they both started working on whatever they had in hand. They've been doing that for almost a week now, sitting facing each other, working late nights in silence. Harvey had asked for her presence one night, needing her assistance in something. He never asked again, yet Donna came the next day, and the day after that, when there was almost no one left but them. She felt it's really just a natural thing to do, and stopped her brain from searching around for answers as to why. He's happy she's here, something he would never admit to her, although he's almost sure she already knows. Something about her presence comforts him, makes him relaxed, and he knows she's the only person he could let his wall down around.
He glances at her from time to time, enjoying the fully focused face she had on. She would bite on her bottom lip, making his heart stop for a second, and throw her hand in her hair, before noticing his eyes on her. Sometimes, he's lucky enough to watch her tie her hair with a pen, allowing a full view of her freckled skin. When she looks up at him, he would look away, or softly smile at her before going back to work. He was finding it hard not to stare tonight, with her hair up in a loose bun, the auburn low v-cut dress making her glow. He looks at the freckles on her neck down her breasts, remembering how her skin felt under his touch. It's suddenly too much to handle, and he decides to go make them coffee.
"I'll be right back" he says, leaving his office quickly.
She releases a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Here" he says, standing behind her chair, leaning in to put the cup of coffee next to her hand. She's surprised by his gesture; Harvey never did coffee, let alone bring coffee. He walks back to his chair, sitting to find her giving him a scrutinizing look. "What?" he asks, a small knowing smile on his face. "You know how to make coffee?" she asked surprised. "It's a machine Donna, not rocket science" he states, fully aware that it wasn't what she meant by her question. "This better be good Specter" she warns jokingly, as he quickly explains: "It's not like your fancy triple latte favorite". She smiles as she takes a sip, as he awaits her response. "Not bad. I think it's the-"she starts before they said in unison "whipped cream", their eyes locking for what seemed to be an infinity.
A silence falls between them, before Donna smiles weakly at him. It amazed her how a kitchen item was forever associated with him, them, what they had one night. She thought that they would forget about it after twelve years, but none of them did.
He insists on dropping her home that night. The ride with Ray was silent, the car filled with jazzy music from Harvey's collection. When they reach her place, he turns towards her, waiting for her to say something. "Thank you Harvey" she whispers, her body unable to move. "Goodnight Donna" he answers with a husky voice, and she doesn't miss the hint of sadness in his eyes. She smiles softly before finding the will to open the door, leaving Harvey behind. She turns around one last time, to find him looking at her. She opens the door to her building, and disappears quickly.
He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding.
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-G