Harvey strode with purpose. He always did but this time was different.
He broke into a jog. It was the only sign of the nerves and anticipation that lay beneath the mask of indifference that he so often wore.
As he rounded the corner toward her apartment however, the purpose was back. Long steps and squared shoulders. He knocked on her door – 206 - quickly and then one final knock, dropping his hand as his mind caught up with his heart. He bowed his head to catch his breath, suddenly wondering simultaneously if this was the right thing to do and why he'd only just realised that Donna was everything to him.
Two heartbeats went past.
The look of irritation that Donna opened the door with quickly faded into disbelief as he raised his head to look at her. His face had lost its hardness in the moment it had taken her to get the door, replaced by a look of pure vulnerability, slight awe and deep-set tiredness. Tired of fearing love. He took a deep breath, staring at her. They'd always had the uncanny ability to communicate with their eyes. Donna's were wide and dark, open in the figurative sense of the word, and she tilted her ever so slightly. You could almost hear her say, "Oh Harvey." She dropped her hand from where it held the door and took a few steps backward inviting him in. Her expression changed to one of come hither, a small smile carving its way into her face. Time was suspended for a moment. Then Harvey rushed toward her, his eyes on her eyes, then, his eyes on her lips. His lips crashed into hers, innocent and soft despite the heat between them. Donna's sleeved hands came up to hold Harvey's head. Pulling him in. Pulling him closer.
Donna pulled back, sultry. Meeting his eyes once more, she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him forward as she walked backward. Harvey pushed her up against a wall, not breaking their kiss. Donna's hand moved to behind his neck. Her other hand came up to bury in his short hair. Harvey pressed his mouth against her cheek and then dragged an open-mouthed kiss down her neck and collarbone. Donna arched her neck, eyes closed, letting herself feel everything.
Lips on lips once more, Donna helped Harvey out of his suit jacket and then his tie. Harvey pushed Donna's cardigan off her shoulders and buried his face against her neck. Donna scratched her nails down his back slowly and then back up into his hair. She slid her arms down his back as Harvey let his hands glide over the silk of her pyjama top to her thigh. Donna cupped his face and he brought his hand to her cheek before letting it drop to her waist. He slid his hand back up her body and around her torso, linking them behind her lower back. Donna's hands were still cupping his face, tracing his skin. Drawn out, yet somewhat fast and skilled kisses accompanied every touch. Harvey skimmed his hands against her breast, following its curve with his palm and down her side to the top of her thigh. His mouth had found her neck again, her cheek pressed against his ear. Donna dragged her leg up his, digging her heel against the back of his thigh and rubbing it up and down. She slipped her hand off his head.
They brought their hands together and interlocked fingers, foreheads resting against each other's, eyes open, noses pressed. Donna pulled back only slightly so she could turn backward. She rubbed her nose against Harvey's, watching his lips and then his eyes as she led him down the hall to where Harvey knew her bedroom was. For a moment, and only a moment, she looked guileless, before she let a sly smile decorate her expression. Her strap slipped off her shoulder as she turned away and she looked back at him, hands still linked. She smiled then, properly, turning toward him one last time before they entered the bedroom.