I have to admit, I love fanfiction a lot. However, I am not much of a fanfiction writer myself. I wrote one fanfiction before this one, and this is my first time writing smut too (which took some courage tbh). But I did it and here we are. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. x
It had been a long day. The case he was working on gave him the feeling as if he hadn't even slept in at least forty-eight hours. Now it was past 10 at night, and he was still in his office trying to find a strategy that would make it possible to win this case in his favor. He rubbed his eyes, he had been staring at his screen for too long. On top of that, he was tired. Not just of the past few weeks that had given him hell professionally with the merger with Robert Zane, so many new faces at his firm and him not being managing partner anymore, but also personally with the loss of his best friend. He had to keep reminding himself that Mike was just one phone call away or one text message, but it just wasn't the same. He missed the banter, working together with him and just being able to have a drink with him. If either of them even found the time to call, the conversations were usually too short and he just didn't feel like opening up as he would have done in person.
Harvey closed his eyes to stop them from burning, give them a little rest and leaned back in his chair. His mind felt like a one-way street and at the moment, he couldn't find the right solution to his problem and he needed it. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again before he would fall asleep, there always was a way. He just hadn't found it yet. So he went back to his files that were scattered all over his desk and his glass table.
Loosening his tie and taking off his jacket, he went over to the table to get some of the papers he needed. At that moment he heard someone enter his office.
He didn't have to turn around to find out who. He knew. He always knew. He couldn't say why it was just Donna, she was part of him by that point and so he just knew. She was another ghost that had been haunting his mind ever since that one kiss.
That one kiss and this one line had opened up depths in him he had been keeping locked away for too long. He hadn't even been aware that those feelings still existed. He honestly had thought he had thrown the keys away and gotten over it. "I just had to know." There wasn't a single night he didn't fall asleep thinking about that kiss and pondering whether she might have lied to him after all when telling him she hadn't felt anything. It hadn't felt like she hadn't felt anything. Now they were flirting even more than usual and he found himself drawn to her at all times.
That kiss kept haunting his mind. Her lips, her warmth, the caress on his face and that unmistakable scent of her. Back then just for a moment he felt thrown back to that one night. He had hated himself for it, but he didn't want the kiss to end. But it did end and then she left and left with him rooted to the spot.
She still had no idea that those few seconds had opened Pandora's Box and he longed for more. It had been months, but he still kept thinking about it. And his longing for more grew each day. he felt himself staring at her each time she thought she was unobserved, his heart stuttered every time she started talking to him and he forgot to breathe whenever she invaded his private space.
Tonight wasn't any different. The only advantage he had tonight was that he stood by his glass table pretending to be occupied in order to school his features. Any thoughts of the case had left his brain the moment he had sensed her.
He couldn't keep the pretense of not having noticed her for too long, it would look very unlike him otherwise. So he looked up at her. She was standing in the door, wearing a teal-colored dress that hugged her figure beautifully, whilst holding a bottle of Scotch.
"Hey," he managed to say, secretly padding himself on the back for sounding completely normal and not like some love-sick schoolboy. "I thought you wanted to go home."
"I did but then I remembered this," she smiled, holding up the bottle he had given her only months prior. "I know you haven't won the case yet but I figured we could end the night with a drink or two."
She walked up to him and put the bottle on the table. Meanwhile, he sorted his case files. He secretly thanked Donna for putting a stop at his feasible attempts of getting any work done tonight.
Before he knew it, they were sitting on his couch - much too close together for friends. She had discarded her shoes and had her legs on the couch. He felt her warmth and found himself intoxicated by her perfume. Their conversation was light-hearted. It went from childhood pranks they both had pulled to embarrassing secrets they once had. They seemed to be in their own little bubble while more and more Scotch was consumed. The fact that they didn't even stop at telling each other the most embarrassing childhood and teenage stories gave Donna an idea.
"Do you remember 'Never have I ever'?"
"Yeah…," he said warily looking at her somewhat suspiciously "but I'm not gonna play it."
"Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport. Just a few rounds. For old times' sake."
They both knew she had won, he could never say no to her. And he knew he'd probably regret it. But it was nearly midnight now and the office was completely deserted excepting for them.
She repositioned herself excitedly to be able to look at him even better. "Okay, I'm gonna start: Never have I ever stolen something with a higher value than $10."
He took a gulp of his Macallan before he readjusted himself
"Oh, what did you steal?"
"A basketball from gym class."
"But why?"
"I don't know. I wanted one and I didn't have the money, so I took it. Save to say my dad found out and boy, he was mad. My turn: Never have I ever cried/flirted my way out of a speeding ticket."
They both smirked and drank. "Never have I ever broken a bone." And again both drank. "How did yours happen?" Harvey wanted to know. "Oh, well, I was in a play. We were rehearsing and I was so into the role that I didn't notice how close I was to end of the stage. I fell down and broke my wrist. Needless to say, I was not in the play" Harvey chuckled "It was painful!" She exclaimed hitting him lightly.
"How did yours happen?" "I broke my nose boxing when I was only starting out. The boy boxing against me was way out of my league. I asked for it."
They played another few rounds and they were having more and more fun. "Never have I ever said 'I love you' without feeling it." It had been Dona's turn to ask.
Even in his woozy state he immediately knew what she was hinting at. The atmosphere in the room shifted. It wasn't light-hearted, flirty, harmless banter anymore. He felt her looking at him intently and the fact that he didn't take the glass to take a drink made them enter dangerous grounds.
He still heard her question "Love me how?" ringing in his ears and he still had not given her an answer to it to this day. Yes, he loved her. He had told her. He loved her more than life itself. And he couldn't lie or pretend, so he shifted on the sofa and looked into her eyes.
The intensity of her stare was unnerving. The same question she had asked all that while back seemed to be lingering between them. Love me how? It was no time to talk now. Instead, he started caressing her cheek while he leaned forward to kiss her. It was a gentle kiss, almost cautious. He didn't know how she'd react. He didn't know if she had lied or not when she told him she hadn't felt anything. His gentleness was met by a surprising passion from her side.
The kiss quickly escalated. Soon it wasn't soft or gentle anymore. It became rough, passionate and bruising. Finally, her tongue sought entrance into his mouth and he gladly obliged. He pulled her closer to him, his body tingled where Donna had touched him desperate to get closer to her at last. Their kisses were only interrupted by soft moans and he had the feeling of finally losing it if he didn't have her as close to him, as it was possible under the circumstances.
She seemed to feel the same. He kissed her with such fervor, that she gasped and started scraping his scalp with her nails, only to straddle him, both knowing they shouldn't be doing this here. There were much better, much more appropriate places for doing this, especially because this was the only the second time after thirteen years. Nevertheless, his hands slipped under her dress, which had ridden up almost to her waist. His fingers ghosted along the skin of her thighs, which resulted in her moaning softly while grinding against him.
"Donna," he muttered as she tugged on his shirt, desperate to unbutton his shirt "Donna, we are surrounded by glass walls," he manages to breathe out, desperate not to break what they are having but still a little unsure about the place they were about to do it.
"It's past midnight, Harvey. There is nobody here. Or do you want me to stop," she asked looking at him with swollen lips, her hair tousled.
"God, no," he murmured before he gently bit into her lower lip and make her gasp. She let go of his buttons and frantically opted for the fly of his pants instead. He let out a hiss and arched into her. She leaned in to alternately licking and kissing his neck right down to his collarbone. He couldn't take it anymore and started tugging at her underwear.
That made her stop with her ministrations. She slipped off his lap to whisk it away. Before he could complain about the loss of her warmth on him, she had straddled him again and had her hands down his pants only to free his member from its confinements of his pants, which had grown much too tight. A moan escaped his mouth, he took her face in one hand and crashed his lips back down on hers and grabbed her butt with his other hand.
This woman was unreal, he always knew how special she was to him, but he couldn't believe he was actually doing this right now. Adjusting one last time, she lead him to her entrance and let him slide into her, stifling their moans with another heated kiss. It felt so good, it felt like home, he never wanted to let go of her again. Ever. Both desperately tried to get closer, he wanted to feel her skin on his, but he knew it was impossible under the circumstances. Instead, he pulled her in and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Moans filled the air, this time he put wet kissed on her neck, while she was rocking against him.
Ultimately, He felt her walls clenching around him and knew she was close. Next moment she arched her back and pressed herself against him, their rhythm faltering, and just as she came undone, he lost it, as well and spilled inside of her, a muffled groan against her neck.
She collapsed against him, both of their lungs ached as they drew ragged breaths. They were hot, sticky and their clothes clung to their bodies.
Harvey brushed her hair to the side while he kissed her gently, one hand still on her hip. "And we didn't even have whipped cream," he mumbled, whilst trying to get his breathing back to normal.
"You're an idiot," she chuckled.
"That's how much I love you," he mumbled against her lips. Before he could gaze her reaction, she had her lips on his again. "… and that is how much I love you," she replied.
Unbeknownst to them, they had not been alone in the office. Louis had come back to finish working on a deposition. He had seen light in Harvey's office and wanted to check in on him. Then he had seen them. He had no idea how to react or retreat without them knowing, so after standing there rooted to the spot for a couple of seconds, he awkwardly tried to vanish into thin air, hoping they hadn't noticed him. They seemed much too busy with themselves to notice anything or anyone besides each other, which as his luck. The images of Donna and Harvey having sex in Harvey's office were enough to be burnt into his brain for at least three lifetimes, the thought of them knowing was even worse. He hurried to the elevators, with no clue how to approach them the next morning and not having those mental pictures popping up every time one of the two spoke to him.