ANGLES By Atheniandream
Notes:
Apologies for those who have not yet had an update for 'Break the Silence', I wrote this in a few days of inspiration, and now I'll be back to Break the Silence. Hope you enjoy!
My first complete story before posting! Yaay!
Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?
Oh, who am I to say I'm always yours?
Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?
Oh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart
We're falling on each other like we're always in the dark
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all, at all
~This Love (Will be You Downfall) Ellie Goulding
"So, you're getting married huh?"
"Donna," He warned.
"I'm just… surprised. Thought you'd sworn off the idea?"
"Yeah… me too."
It was common to have wedding day jitters; they were almost prophesised. But Harvey didn't like to go with the flow; nor did he like to appear predictable. It went against his reputation and his reputation was everything.
He heard the knock at the hotel door as he tied his cravat; kicking his shoes out of the way and wondering where the hell Mike was as he opened the door.
"Donna?"
"You're late."
"I've got a half hour," He said deftly, frowning as he glanced at his watch. 12.15. Damn the woman. She was right, he had ten minutes if that and he wasn't even dressed properly yet.
She cocked an eyebrow in reply, sauntering past him in pastel colours and vibrant hair. She swooped around, her eyes sharp; she ignored the casual swatting of his hands whilst she fixed the creases in his cravat.
His senses were hit with a nine-iron. All he could smell was her spring perfume, his eyes focusing on glossy peach lips and this slight flight in her, as if she would take off if you so much as touched her. His eyes crinkled a little as her fingers smoothed down the lapels of his dusty grey tuxedo jacket, tugging the sleeves out of either side of his jacket. He'd known what was coming next; it had become another small routine between them over the last few years.
Her hand came up to his hair and he pretended to flinch. She rolled her eyes, passing past him to the travel bag on a marble vanity table as he followed her, a little dazed. He hadn't even asked why she was there, but really it didn't matter. It was to be expected. She always made sure he was ready for anything and this was possibly the last time she'd be able to do so. The notion weighed heavily in the air.
Her long fingers found his short hair, gooey and cold as they worked the gel into it. It only just occurred to him that this was the first time in a long time that she'd seen his hair as it usually was, unkempt and wavy and grown longer in the past few months.
He watched her hazel eyes concentrate on his parting, a frown line forming between her thin eyebrows as she worked out his double crown.
"What?" Her brow knitted further.
"Nothing," He passed off, gussying as her hands left his temples, her index fingers lingering for a second longer than they should of. "Donna," He mumbled, low, an almost hum escaping his lips.
"Harvey, you're going to be fine." She said, pulling a tissue out of her coat pocket and wiping her hands. "You look good." She said before he'd had a chance to ask, placating him immediately.
"I know." He said.
A moment fell between them. His eyes fell on her lips for only a fraction of time but it was enough to move her.
"I better go. Good luck, Harvey." She said; as she leant in quickly, her hand on his shoulder and chest grazing his as she kissed his cheek. The blood in his face rushed to the spot and he tried to subside it with an eye roll, feeling the moisture on his lips as she rubbed her lip-gloss off his cheekbone with a chuckle.
He should never have let her…
It was as if he was breathing in fire as her eyes locked with his. She started to balk but it was too late. His hands grabbed at her waist and neck, lips crashing down upon hers in a barely contained frenzy. She didn't even have the time to say his name before he pushed her up against the vanity desk, her body arching before he lifted her onto the hard cold marble surface, her hands pulling at his pants, panicking at the buckle as his neck arched; tongue and teeth and lips at the edge of her throat, before he thought better than to mark her and pulled her lips to his. He pulled her dress up to her hips, feeling his growing erection hard against her inner thigh she wrapped a leg around his waist as he pushed her panties to the side and thrust hard and solidly into her. She arched her neck, breath high and thready in her chest, knuckles white holding onto the edge of the desk as her back collided with the mirror again and again as he quickened his pace. Her muscles tightened around him and he elicited a groan, spurring him on as he thrust into her harder and harder, mouth hot and lazy against hers. Feeling herself reaching higher and higher her hands grasped at his shoulders, pressing down, her nails starting to dig in as he came into her and she folded against him, his cleanly shaven jaw feeling clammy and rough against her own.
In a moment of feeling everything and nothing at once, she leant back and his lips ghosted her collarbone as they clung to each other; breaths matching in uneven strokes. Her eyes avoided his as he withdrew from her, giving her enough space to let her slide off the desk, her dress falling around her, somewhat more crinkled then when she'd arrived.
He caught his breath, feeling himself even out and zipped up his fly but not moving from the spot. He stilled, watching her face, flushed and with a slight sheen on it, what little lip gloss was still left was unable to hide her swollen lips. He spied a little red oval patch at her chin which he would have usually smiled at.
"What are we…?" He mumbled, eyes finally searching hers. She sidestepped him, getting air for a second. Before he had the impulse to follow her hands found his cravat again, her eyes showing her brain working on overdrive.
"You are going get to the church almost on time and you are going to get married." She said, the seriousness of the words clear in her eyes.
"Donna." He started, irritably, his only refusal. Shock and confusion mixed in with a haze of post coital euphoria. Not his strongest moment.
"And, then" She continued, "You are going to go to your reception dinner, eat, smile and dance and NOT ruin both of our lives."
They both almost jumped out of their skins as a knock wrapped firmly on the door.
"Harvey! Open the door it's me!"
Mike.
They shared a knowing glance, Donna miming to the bathroom as she disappeared with a matching quiet close of the door. Groaning, Harvey opened the door to a very animated and overly happy associate in his charcoal Groomsman's Suit.
"Wow, you're not dressed? You're five minutes late for your own wedding, Harvey! Come on, we've got to hustle!" He immediately frowned at the sight of Harvey, pushing past him into the hotel room and darting straight to the mirror.
"By the way, have you seen Donna?" He asked.
"She's uh, in the bathroom." He said, tidying himself up and spraying on a little more cologne than deemed necessary. He saw no point in lying, it would only make for a half assed lie later on and it wasn't like Mike to catch onto anything that quickly.
"Oh. Donna," Mike called against the door, knocking gently. "We're going to head out. Mr 'I'm never late' is breaking the record here, we'll see you there."
"Okay!" They heard a very chirpy reply.
"Okay Groom, you ready?" Mike asked.
Harvey's eyes darted for a millisecond towards the bathroom door before he thought better and nodded noncommittally.
"Sure."
He followed Mike, a dull ache in his head as they made their way down the elevator and through the lobby out to where Ray was waiting for them in his usual limo. Harvey nodded to the driver as they both got into the car.
"Hey Ray." Harvey called to the front, conscious of their usual banter.
"Special day today Mr Specter."
"Sure is," He ignored the slightly hesitant nature creeping out of his voice. Mike's eyes side glanced at him.
"You sure you're okay?" The Mike asked under a slightly hushed tone as the car made its departure.
"I'm…fine." Harvey replied; frowning intensely at the young man's proximity.
"Sure? You seemed a little,"
"What?"
"Well…nothing."
"Nothing?"
"No…something…"
"Mm… Descriptive." Harvey said, with an eye roll.
That earned a glare from Mike. The kid really should stop learning from Donna; he was picking up all of her bad habits these days.
His attention was caught by the slight pain on the inside of his bottom lip, his tongue running against it where the rusty, salted moisture lingered. Donna must have….bitten him... trust her to find the only spot no one would ever notice. The smell of her still lingered on his neck, or what he thought was her. His skin was still a little clammy and Harvey was never one for a lack of hygiene. No doubt Donna would be cursing his name in her current predicament and likely making damn sure her coat hid her dress until the reception. That was if she even made it. The errant doubt flew into his head as quick as he dashed it.
Donna was always there.
He couldn't stop replaying the event; her; hot and warm and flushed, soft against his skin. He couldn't think past sensation; not a solid thought coming to the fore.
"You sure you wanna go through with this?" Mike suddenly said, sharpening Harvey's attention out of his daze.
"What?"
"Look, Alex is GREAT, you know I like her a lot I just… you seem… unsure. I had to ask. And let's face it; it's better me asking you now, than the Priest asking you later and you making that face again." Mike said, pointing.
Harvey realised his mouth was agape and shut it with a crunch. "I'm fine. Just… jitters."
"The great Harvey Specter having wedding day jitters huh? Wow, this really is a new day."
He ignored his friend; not in the mood to share but knowing that Mike was just being Mike; caring, considerate and cautious in the wake of such a huge life-step.
When he stepped out of the car at the church, he made a decision.
Donna had told him what to do.
To not ruin both of their lives.
He took in a harsh breath against the looming stone building.
I've got a burning desire for you baby,
I've got a burning desire
~ 'Burning Desire' By Lana Del Ray