AN: So, I'm thinking this might turn into a series of sexy file room fun moments. This is just the first part.
Special thanks to Alex for helping with the title, to Maya for providing me with the visuals, and to Etty and Michelle who listened to me whilst I wrote this and I teased them endlessly. I hope it lives up to its hype xo
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He can hear the shuffling as soon as he walks in, taking advantage of the loud shoveling of boxes to discreetly turn the lock behind him. Waltzing further inside, Harvey lets his lips curl up when he hears her muttering under her breath, letting out an expletive or two. He turns the corner then, vibrant red immediately meeting him and he shoves his hands into his pockets, casually leaning against the shelves.
"Hey," his voice is all honey when he speaks, tongue snaking out to wet his lips as he watches her head swivel in his direction.
She pauses her filing for just a moment to give him a disapproving look, "Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" He defends quickly, his eyes alighting with an extra twinkle.
Donna shakes her head, "I know why you came down here."
Harvey bites his lip, taking a cautious step in her direction before pausing again, "I was just worried," he gives her a small shrug and the redhead heaves out a tired sigh.
She ceases her movements, hand holding onto a pile of stapled paper as she peeks at him from the corner of her eye. "Louis told you," she murmurs under her breath, posing the question as a statement.
Harvey nods slowly, his foot shuffling a few more inches, "He said you had an outburst."
Donna lets out another sigh, "It wasn't- listen, it was well warranted," she gives him a dry laugh, turning to cram the pile of papers into a file that sat inside a box, shoving the cardboard container into one of the shelves with a greater force than needed.
"Listen, you know as well as I do that Louis can get grind on my nerves, but… the man looked terrified."
Donna snorts, turning around to lean against the shelves, her arms crossing in the process, "He was just- not getting it, okay? I've been working my ass off for days prepping for this case-"
"I know," he agrees softly.
"-and we all sat down and had a meeting about it, but then he had to come in with a whole new game plan, one that I didn't sign off on, and I just- I lost it."
Harvey looks at her solemnly for a second, watching how her nostrils flare, the vein in her forehead standing to attention as she seethes at him.
"You're stressed," he states simply after a moment.
"I'm pissed off, is what I am," she scoffs, taking a manicured hand to comb through her loose waves.
Harvey takes a step closer to her then, finally within arms reach and he tentatively rests his hands on her forearms.
"Donna,"
His girlfriend heaves out a breath, "I'm exhausted."
"I know," he nods in understanding, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her arms. A frown sets in him then, worry gnawing at him at how distressed she looked. He knew she had been dealing with a lot, moving to Chicago and moving back, but still, for her to have an outburst, it set his worries high.
Since Mike and Rachel's wedding over a month ago, and since they had reconciled in every way possible, things have been a whirlwind at Specter Litt. Since the firm had taken on its new name, dropping Jessica's, it had been a non-stop grind for both managing partners. Donna wasn't far behind either- as COO who had left the firm to go work for Jessica during her strife with Harvey, and then coming back to claim the title. The three of them stood as pillars who kept the firm afloat, working overtime and weekends as new clients came and went. The fact that Mike and Rachel had also left had added to the stress and workload.
The news had come as a surprise to everyone- the newlyweds wanted to venture off on a new journey together, and decided to leave the state to work elsewhere… in Chicago, of all places. But the biggest change to hit New York's most infamous firm was the new romance between managing partner and COO. Despite all the recent changes in their lives, the two had stuck together, coming home every night to each other, trying to make up for wasted time. It seemed to be the only current positive in their lives- especially for Donna, who had had more than her fair share of near breakdowns in the past week, her workload and cases starting to pile and she was playing catch up.
The redhead in question shakes her head, a laugh falling from her lips as she suddenly turns around. "This is ridiculous," she picks up another box with a half grunt, looking through more files with a rivaled focus, "I'm Donna, I sure as hell can deal with a little stress," she points to herself in a self-assured way, continuing to shift through the files in front of her.
"Donna," Harvey echoes in her ear, his voice an octave lower than before.
"I'm fine, Harvey," she states, her eyes trained solely on the papers in front of her.
Her boyfriend sighs, letting his hands rest on the waist of her turquoise dress, "You need to relax, Donna," his breath is hot behind her, gently pushing her copper hair to the side to leave a kiss on her neck.
Her hands freeze, eyes staring up in front of her, almost expecting to find a mirror just so she could scold her boyfriend through the reflection, but no such luck.
"Harvey…" her voice is a warning, willing the steadiness to come through despite his low caresses on her waist.
"Come on Donna, you need to have a little… fun," in a bold move, he lets his tongue snake out, tracing the small collection of freckles on her clavicle.
Donna scoffs, "I thought we had some fun this morning. Twice," she emphasizes, her breath catching in her throat when he gently rakes his teeth against her skin.
Harvey chuckles against her, the vibrations setting her skin on fire, and honestly screw this man and his uncanny ability to get her riled up so quickly.
"So," he shrugs, moving the right strap of her dress down to trail his lips to the newly exposed skin, "let's have some more fun."
Donna bites her lip when his lips take a journey up again, nipping her skin until he reaches her pulse point, sucking ever so slightly on the sensitive area.
"We… can't, Harv-" her body tenses when he gently bites on her skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue again, "we're at work," she hisses, both out of annoyance and arousal, "and so help me God if you leave a mark on me again…" her threat comes out weak when she lets out a full moan, the work he's doing on her neck making her knees buckle.
"Donna," he pauses to press a kiss to her cheek, letting his lips to linger on her flushed skin, "you need to relax."
"You know, you really need to stop telling me- oh- that," her eyes close out of her own volition when he palms her breast through the material of her dress, kneading the flesh with practiced precision.
"Donna, babe," he uses his new pet name for her, the endearment having come naturally to him during their first few weeks together, and he knew she was pleasantly taken by it, "you've been… working yourself too hard…" his hands slide up and down her body, moving his head to pay attention to the other side of her neck, "let me help you," he sucks on her skin without restraint, causing her to emit a low groan, "take the edge off."
"Harvey…" her eyes are half closed now, and she knew she was sinking further under his ministrations, surrendering herself with every lick and suck he provided.
"Yes?" He hums against her, continuing to nip at her skin.
"The door…"
Harvey smirks against her, stopping his teases to stand upright, turning her body around in a flash, and if it weren't for his hands on her waist she would've lost her balance. She barely flinches as the box she held falls to the floor with a loud thump, an array of papers flying out.
He rakes over her form, eyes dilated and lips parted, chest slightly heaving with anticipation. Taking a step forward, his voice is all sex when he speaks, lips curled in an all-too satisfied grin, "I already locked it."
Before she realizes what's happening, his lips are slanting over hers, tongue immediately sliding inside her warm wet mouth, swallowing her groan of surprise in the process. She grips onto his vest instantly, biting down on his lower lip, using her grip on him to pull him closer.
Harvey hisses in surprise at her desperation, utilizing his hand to cup her cheek, angling his head to deepen their kiss. They're a mesh of lips and tongues, their teeth clashing every once in a while when they get just a little too needy. He feels her hands sliding down his chest, moving past his dress shirt and vest until she reaches the edge of his pants.
"Wait," his lips part from hers in a flash, watching her forehead knitting in confusion as he cants backward, away from her touch, "Donna," he cups both of her cheeks, using his thumb to caress her lower lip, now swollen and smeared, "this is about you," he kisses the corner of her mouth gently, breathing her in, "let me take care of you."
She bites her lip then, gnawing on the flesh as a fresh new wave of arousal pools in the pit of her stomach. Donna watches on baited breath as he licks his lips, chocolate eyes appearing darker under the poor light of the file room, and suddenly the air in there grew to be too thick.
"Harvey, what-" The redhead freezes when his hand sneaks under her dress, his large hand starting a slow caress from her thigh to her waist line, and down again, beginning a torturous tease.
"I told you," he breathes into her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth to tug gently, causing her to let out a low moan, "You need to relax," his hand plays with the edge of her panties, and he lets his lips twitch, remembering how he had watched her put them on earlier that morning after their second impromptu round. Red. Lacy. Not enough material.
"And I," he kisses her cheek then, watching from the corner of his eye as her own set of hazel ones close at his touches, "can help you with that." Taking one last detour, Harvey caresses her abdomen, chuckling when he feels her muscles rippling under his touch. Not wasting anymore time, he lets his hand glide under the lace, finally meeting her heated center.
"Shit," her head falls forward on his shoulder on reflex, screwing up her eyes as pleasure shoots straight through her.
Harvey chuckles lightly, too pleased to find her already wet and wanting. He presses another kiss to her cheek, gently gliding his fingers over her folds, careful not to touch her where she needs him to the most.
"You okay?" He whispers, his voice too smug and her nails dig into his biceps, knowingly leaving crescent marks on his skin even through his dress shirt.
"Harvey," Donna whines, lip caught between her teeth as he continues a torturous trail down her slit.
"Just relax, babe," he breathes into her.
"You really need to stop telling me to re- oh fuck," her growl turns into a whine as soon as he slides two calloused fingers into her, carefully avoiding to touch her throbbing clit.
He stills his hand as soon as he's inside her, taking his other hand to rub soothing circles along her side, trying to coax her back into steady breaths. He waits until she stops contracting around him before he moves, curling his fingers slightly as he begins a gentle rock.
"That's it," he encourages her. The low timbre of his voice causes her to buck into his hands, and he lets out a throaty chuckle, ceasing his movements once more. "Easy, Donna, breathe," he gently pulls her up from her current resting place, waiting until she's standing upright against the line of shelves again before he starts to pump his fingers slowly, matching the slow rhythm of her breathing.
"You good?" His left thumb caresses her waist over her dress, and she nearly loses it when she notices his gaze trained on hers, her own eyes half hooded. She realizes then he wants to see her face when she comes under his hand, the fact alone letting a low whine escape her lips.
Donna realizes he had asked her a question, and she wills the fog in her mind to clear to answer, "Yeah," she finally breathes out, voice hoarse.
His lips curl at her confirmation, leaning forward to press gentle kisses on her neck as he continues a slow pump into her, "That's good," he sucks on her pulse point before pulling back, laughing low when she lets out a groan.
Her breathing grows heavier when he speeds up the pace just slightly, twitching his fingers upwards towards that sweet spot he knows makes her shudder.
"You close, baby?" His use of the monicker makes her bite her lip, a low moan spilling out of her and all she can do is nod. He eases his fingers out slowly then, causing her to let out a long whine before pushing back into her just as tortuously.
"Harvey," she stares at him through the slits of her eyes, mentally cursing him for that smirk he holds on his lips.
"Does this feel good?" He exhales against her, knowing his voice was the one sure way to get her to reach full bliss.
"God, yes, just-"
"What do you need, Donna?" He presses gently, taking his thumb to hover over the hood of her clit, and he grins when he lets the phalanx graze against her sensitive area, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Deciding he had tortured her enough, he rubs his thumb against her bundle of nerves, continuing to pump his fingers into her, slowly building her up closer to her release.
"That's it, you're doing so well for me, Donna. Come for me." And with one final curl into her a and flick of his thumb, she's doubling over in ecstasy, his name a low curse on her lips as she grinds into his hand.
He makes sure to grab hold of her, his left arm around her small frame as he continues to slowly pump into her, letting her ride out the final wave as she quivers against him. When the final aftershock leaves her, he slowly eases out of her, waiting until her darkened hazel eyes meet his.
When a lazy smile welcomes her features, he lets his own cheeks stretch into a grin, leaning forward to peck her lightly. "You okay, there?
Donna chuckles, still high from the endorphins shooting through her, "I'm- delirious."
"You're beautiful," he notes, leaning in again to kiss her fully on the lips. Her heart melts at his words and she's sinking into him again, a sigh of content leaving her when he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. Before she could deepen the kiss further, he's pulling away, a still self-satisfied grin on his lips.
"What are you-" She watches with wide eyes as he brings his right hand up, noticing the two fingers that were inside her coated with her juices. Before he can bring them to his lips, however, that smug ass smile still adorning his face, she narrows her eyes and brings his hand to her lips.
Her eyes stay trained on his as she sucks his fingers into her mouth, grinning around them when his mouth drops open. With one final swipe of her tongue against him, she pulls his fingers out, watching in amusement as his eyes cloud over.
"That was-" he swallows back, "mean."
Donna chuckles when he growls against her, and she stays her ground when he takes one step closer to her.
"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, hot shot?" She quirks an eyebrow at him, and he tilts his head at her, already accepting her challenge.
"For one," he breathes against her, pulling her plump lip between his teeth, soothing the flesh with his tongue, "get the taste I deserved."
Taking advantage of her sudden perplexed expression, he drops down to his knees, using his hands to bunch the material of her dress around her waist.
"Harvey…" Donna swallows back, the rest of her words caught in her throat when she watches him pulling the material of her red lace aside, his asshole of a smile hovering over her.
"I told you," he heaves out a breath, dark eyes staring up into her own, "I was going to help you relax."
Before she can counter with a response, his mouth is on her and she's gripping the shelves on either side, her knuckles turning white as her legs turn to jello. His mouth is warm and wet against her, utilizing his skillful tongue to map out the entire area he's already recorded to memory. When his tongue flicks against her clit once, she reaches her hand out, pulling at his short strands to keep him in place.
"Oh my God," she breathes out a laugh, dizzy with how good his mouth feels, the notion alone of where they were and what they were doing, and how he was buried between her legs, making her let out a giggle that quickly turns into a moan.
"What?" Harvey parts his lips from her, using his hands to caress her skin as he looks up at her expectedly, amused and bewildered all at once.
"Just-" Donna shakes her head, "I thought we had agreed no- fraternizing at work," she lets out another girly giggle, blaming the current lack of oxygen to her brain for her lack of coherency.
Harvey shakes his head, his lips twitching at how adorable she sounded, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "You want me to stop?"
Her eyes narrow down at him, the caresses she had on his hair ceasing, "Don't you dare, Specter, or so help me-"
She doesn't get to finish her threat, his mouth already resuming its place between her legs. Her lip is caught between her teeth again, gnawing on the flesh till it turned raw, as he hums against her, the vibrations lifting her higher and pummeling her closer to her second orgasm.
When his lips wrap around her, sucking with renewed vigor, she's arching over, a soundless moan escaping her when she feels his tongue running circles around her swollen clit. He makes sure to keep his hands on her, slowly easing off of her as she comes down from her euphoric high.
It takes her a couple more seconds for her eyes to flutter open, letting her vision clear from the kaleidoscope of spots she was currently seeing. Heaving out a weighted breath, she looked down to his expected gaze, "You want a prize for that?"
Harvey grins at her words, full and wide as he stands to his feet, ignoring the pain the shoots through his joints. It was worth it.
"You feeling better?" He gently asks, watching how her skin emits a soft glow from her post-orgasmic haze.
"I'm-" Donna lets out a laugh, "Actually, I am."
He mirrors her mirth then, leaning in to kiss her fully on the lips. "Then, that's all I need," he tells her softly when they part.
A sluggish smile overtakes her, her eyes warm as she gazes up at him, "You did fine work, mister," she applauds, immediately falling into another set of giggles.
"What?" Harvey prods, amusement in his eyes as he watches her.
"Nothing," Donna shakes her head, "I just can't believe I let my boyfriend go down at me in the middle of work."
Harvey shrugs, "There's a first for everything."
"You're in incorrigible," she notes with another shake of her head.
A boyish smile crosses over him and he's leaning over to peck her on the lips again, "Come on," he grabs her hands, "let's get back to work."
"Hold your horses, mister," she reels him back in when he tries to pull her away with him, "we're not going anywhere yet."
Harvey creases his forehead, his lips parting in that way that makes her want to kiss the confusion off his face. "Why-?"
"Because," a coy grin pulls at her, cupping his now tented pants, "you can't walk out of here with a raging hard-on."
His eyes turn darker at her words, the implication of them mixed with the slow caress of her hands over his clothed member making him buck against her.
"Donna,"
"Let me take care of you, Harvey," she mimics, echoing his earlier words to her. It takes him a second too long for her words to sink in, watching in a half daze as she kneels before him, her four inch black Louis Vuitton's resting on the floor of the file room.
"Donna," Harvey growls in a warning, his breathing already becoming labored when her hand reaches out to unzip him, "You don't have to-"
"Oh, I know," she half scoffs, easing the zipper down slowly, reaching inside his boxers with determination, "but I want to," she gives him a full grin before she wraps her hand around him, already deliciously hard and firm in her hands.
He hisses when he feels her slightly cold hands around his flesh, and she chuckles out a breathy "sorry" before taking him into her mouth.
Heaven. Hell. Harvey doesn't know where he currently resides, the feeling of her hot and wet mouth around him already sending him off to another plane of existence, that much he was certain.
"Shit, Donna," he dares to look down at her, and he nearly comes undone when her hazel eyes meet his, lips curling up as she watches his resolve slowly slipping. She takes her time then, using her hand to draw slow circles on the base of his shaft, her crimson nails raking just slightly across his sensitive flesh. She draws him out of mouth, holding back a grin when he groans out in protest before her pink tongue is sneaking out, tasting the pre-cum from the head before she's encompassing him whole again.
Harvey feels his stomach clenching with every slide of her tongue along his length, heaving out a curse that mixes with her name whenever she chooses to hum around him, a tuneless song reverberating from her throat. His fists clench against his side, watching her bobbing her head over him, and as soon as her copper waves are falling over her face, he's sliding his hands through her hair, holding her in place. He doesn't force her pace, letting her take control, as he always does in these instances. Plus, he just needs to see her.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he feels himself falling, falling deeper as she sucks him further into her mouth, a coy grin in the corner of her lips. "Donna, please, babe, I'm gonna-"
She only quickens her pace, telling him with her eyes that she wasn't going to stop now. She feels his hands tighten in her hair when she moans around him, the vibrations nearly alighting him on fire as she ups her ministrations. She senses his undoing then, his thighs twitching in time with her oral movements, fingers gripping her golden manes just slightly, careful not to pull on her.
A hitched breath escapes him, and he feels himself jerking into her, spilling into her awaiting mouth with her name falling on his lips, a prayer and a plead all in one. He watches in between heavy pants as she eases him out, giving him a final taste with a twinkle in her eyes. His hands grow slack on her hair, sliding them down her silky curls before she's standing up, smoothing out the creases on her dress in a casual manner, as if she didn't just have him wrapped around her hands quite literally moments before.
"You okay?" She smirks up at him, repeating his earlier question as she smooths down the tangles in her hair.
"I'm-" he gulps, heaving in a breath as he wills his brain to clear of the fog that had transcended even before she had her mouth wrapped around him. "You're-"
"Amazing? I know," she sasses, tucking him back into his pants in amusement. He was still nearly frozen on the spot. When he feels her zipping him up again, her eyes trained on him with a quirk of her lips, he snaps out of his daze, pulling her in for a heated kiss. He lets his tongue dance around hers for a moment, groaning when he can still taste her and himself. When oxygen becomes a necessity, his lungs still screaming from earlier, he's pulling back, the room around them echoing with the soft smack of their lips.
"You're more than amazing," he murmurs against her, a sigh of content leaving him.
She lets out a pleased chuckle, their eyelashes nearly brushing with how close they were standing, "Well, I had to thank you somehow. Couldn't let you leave with Harvey Jr. standing to attention."
Harvey snorts at her nickname, "Please tell me that is not what you call it."
"So what if it is?" She raises her eyebrows at him, faux innocence in her doe-eyed glare.
Her purses his lips then, sensing her tease, "You're ruthless, you know that?"
She shrugs her shoulders, giving him another coy smile before turning around, crouching to pick up the discarded files when he had started this whole thing.
"Sorry about- this," Harvey mutters, reaching down to giver her a helping hand, sending her a sheepish smile.
Donna chuckles, "I'm not."
They share matching grins at that, working in tandem to collect the rest of the files, a comfortable silence overcoming them. When they place the last of the folders inside the box, Donna sliding it back to its proper place, she turns to face him again.
"So," she leans against the shelves, reaching a hand out to smooth out the invisible creases on his vest.
"So, now you're ready to go back to work?" Harvey muses, a humorous tilt to his voice.
Donna snorts, pulling him by the tie to peck his lips one more time. "I think we're both more than a little… satisfied now, yes." She sets off in the direction of the door, pausing when his hand gently tugs at her wrist.
"Hey," he whispers against her, "You'll get into the rhythm of things again, I know you will."
She sends him a warm smile, her chest filling with love for the man before her, still needing to mentally pinch herself every time she realizes they're a them now, no strings, all in, together.
"I know," she agrees softly, giving him a final squeeze of the hand before she's turning to unlock the door. When the door swings open, they almost crash right into a familiar looking young man.
"Harold," Donna speaks in surprise, watching the the gangly former employee looking at them with wide eyes.
"Donna, M- Mr. Specter," Harold stutters. His blue eyes shift from one to the other, his words caught in his throat, hands gripping a set of papers.
"Harold? Didn't he used to work here?" Harvey inquires after a beat, directing the question to his girlfriend instead to the man in question.
"Uh- yes Harv- I mean, Mr. Specter, yes. I just- Louis needed help with this case since it involves a client I'm working with and so I came here- to the firm, your firm now, uh, congratulations, by the way, and so I was just-"
"Harold," Donna interrupts the poor man's stumbling, trying to ease him with a smile, "You're not under interrogation."
He heaves a sigh of relief then, letting out a smile for the first time. It's then that he notices the redhead's hand was clasped onto the current managing partner's, their clothes a little mangled.
"Does Mike know about this?"
"I- excuse me?" Donna asks in confusion.
"Mike- I know he's married now to Zane, but last time I remember catching you with-"
Donna's mouth hangs open, the words spilling out of her before he can continue, "You know what, Harry, Harvey and I have to get back to work," she pulls her bewildered boyfriend by the hand, not letting Harold finish his thought as she drags them both out of the file room, turning the corner before they reach the elevators.
Harvey watches in confusion as she stands in front of the metal doors, her face stoic and unreadable.
"Donna, what-" his head swivels back in the direction of the file room, his mind running a mile a minute given their recent activities and then run-in with a former Specter-Litt employee, one he barely remembers.
"What did- what was that kid talking about?"
His girlfriend faces him then, fixing him with an innocent smile. "Oh, that's- a story for another time." The elevator welcomes them with its arrival, and Donna saunters in, an extra sway on her hips in the hopes of distracting him.
It takes Harvey a moment before the feeling in his legs return, following her in without question. They stay in a heavy silence for a while, both of them sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes.
"You'll tell me later?" Harvey asks after a beat.
Donna smirks, turning to look at him before the elevator doors open again, "Oh, you can count on that."
That file room was never not going to get her into trouble. One way or another.