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The next morning Harvey woke up slightly hungover. Therefore it was only after he took inventory of the aches that accompanied such a state that he took notice of the position he was in. He wasn't alone. His nose was buried in tresses of long hair that were still emitting faint traces of a feminine perfume. Opening his eyes, all Harvey saw was a sea of red. Strawberry red. Donna. He was spooning her, both of them in the same state of undress, with the bedsheets only haphazardly covering their nakedness. In addition to that, his right arm was pinning her shapely backside right into his groin. This part of him had already gotten the memo that there was a lovely naked woman in bed with him and stood at full attention. Great.

Blinking the last remnants of sleep from his eyes Harvey carefully withdrew his arm, checking if she took notice. Nope, Donna was still asleep. Carefully scooting away from her warm body he moved the sheets to cover her fully before sitting up against the headboard. They were at his place, in his bed. A trail of discarded clothes led from the bed right up to the kitchen counter where two used glasses and an empty bottle of scotch stood. Now the memories from last night came flooding back to him. Coming back from Chicago just in time for the wedding. Mike and Rachel's decision to move to Seattle. Dancing with Donna.

At first they had been moving playfully along the upbeat songs the DJ was playing before he drew her close when a number of slower songs came up. Harvey remembered feeling wonderfully intoxicated by the smell of her hair and the feel of his hand on her back. When she complained about her feet hurting he guided her towards the bar, ordering them drinks. His hand never left hers as they drank, talked and laughed, completely infected by the joyful atmosphere around them.

Harvey remembered feeling anchored by her hand holding his tightly as they watched their newlywed best friends drive off into the night. He couldn't quite pinpoint at which point their innocent handholding had morphed into intimate caresses, but he remembered the vibrant smile she gave him when his hand traced the delicate straps on the back of her gown as they waited for a cab to pick them up. He had offered to drive by her place first to drop her off, but the motion of her hand that was drawing lazy circles on his thigh and the way his nose ghosted over the delicate skin of her neck as he breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume suggested otherwise. He could feel her smirk rather than see it as she asked „Are you sure that's what you want?"

They barely made it inside his condo before giving into the desire that had built up between them throughout the evening, making is at far as the kitchenette before succumbing to their lust. Pushing and pulling at each other, hurriedly removing only the most restricting items of clothing he took her right on his kitchen counter, pressing his hips into hers as her heels dug into his buttocks and her hands clawed at his back. They had both come undone quickly and it felt like a sudden discharge of long-suppressed pent-up feelings between them.

Half-naked and on a post-coital high they had settled for another round of scotch in comfortable silence before slowly and sensually resuming just where they had left off, their remaining clothes being discarded on the way to his bedroom. This time they made love slowly and Harvey took his time mapping her body with his lips, refreshing his mind with the image of her magnificent body and how he remembered it from 13 years ago. She was still perfect. They had both gotten older, more experienced, a little less playful, but just like last time he was surprised just how well they were matched in bed, just like they were at work. Donna was simply something else and Harvey spent the rest of the night showing her just how aware of this fact he was.

Now that the alcohol-induced courage and the romantic flair of a beautiful wedding ceremony had worn off, Harvey felt the hard truths of reality back on his shoulders. Just a few weeks ago Donna had outright told him she didn't carry any romantic feelings for him. Or did she? She was the one to initiate the kiss after all. After this night he was unconvinced she told him the truth. Someone who did not feel anything but friendship for another wouldn't have acted like this. Last night had been a whole rollercoaster of feelings Harvey hadn't even known could run so deep within him. However, what shocked him most of all that he didn't behave like someone who didn't want more.

After heading to the bathroom to freshen up, Harvey picked a pair of boxers, pyjama pants and cotton shirt from his dresser and put them on. Opting for a glass of water to get the foul taste of an alcohol-filled night out of his mouth, he saw Donna stir from the corner of his eyes. Filling a second glass as well, he carried them over to the bed.

"Hey." He greeted her softly as her eyes blinked open.

"Hey. Good morning." Donna's voice sounded rough with sleep. Holding the bedsheets securely around her chest she sat up against the headboard she gave him a grateful smile as she accepted the glass her held out to her as he seated himself on the other side of the bed.

"So, rough night, huh?" he quipped playfully as she attempted to straighten out her disheveled tresses of hair with one hand.

"I've had worse." She replied, giving up on her hair and finishing the glass of water. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" she asked, but was already wrapping the sheets tighter around her middle as she got up. She almost sounded shy thought Harvey, for the business-mode Donna would have unapologetically grabbed some clothes from his dresser and be done with it without even asking. He supposed she was just as unsure about the current code of conduct as he was.

It was silly actually. He had women over before. He was certain she's spent her fair share of nights in other men's beds as well, so where did this uncertainness come from? 'Because she's different.'A nagging voice in the back of his head told him.

"Uhm, yeah sure." He said, "There's towels in the white cabinet next to the sink". He moved towards his dresser and begun rummaging through the drawers before selecting some grey drawstring jogging pants and a long sleeved red Harvard shirt. "Here. I figure you don't feel like putting the gown back on this morning."

"Thanks Harvey", Donna said as she accepted the offered clothes while still keeping hold of the bedsheet that was wrapped around her middle. Their fingers brushed against each other for just a moment and Harvey felt another jolt of nervousness in the pit of his stomach.

"You go ahead and shower and I'll make us both some coffee, because honestly I don't think I have anything else to offer for breakfast." He rambled. Gosh. Harvey Specter didn't ramble.

"That's fine. I'll just be a minute", Donna replied before closing the bathroom door behind her.

It wasn't long until Harvey heard the sound of running water and decided to busy himself with cleaning up and making coffee. He picked up their clothes and carefully folded Donna's dress before placing her garments next to her discarded purse on one of the kitchen chairs. 'This is the first time I don't have to ask the woman how she likes her coffee' mused Harvey as her prepared her cup. Skim milk, no sugar and a splash of vanilla was her usual choice whenever she didn't guilt him or Mike into bringing her some frivolous caramel latte whatever from the coffee cart outside the office building.

However, unlike his knowledge about how Donna preferred her coffee, Harvey was at a loss as how to address what happened between them last night. Was this a one-time occurrence? Would she call it a mistake and refer to her rule? As managing partner, he was technically still her boss. Or maybe this would be the start of something new? Was this the beginning of a romantic relationship? He had so many questions and she was sure that sooner or later Donna would fling all of those questions at him as well. Unfortunately for Harvey, he didn't know how to answer any of them.

It wasn't long until Donna emerged from his bathroom dressed in the clothes he gave her. "Sorry I took so long – my hair was a mess." She said joining him at the kitchen island. Rummaging through her purse she found an elastic and tied her wet hair into a messy bun at the back of her head.

They sat in an awkward silence, both quietly sipping their morning coffee. Looking uncomfortable, Donna pulled her phone from the purse and started skimming through the pop-up messages on the screen. Harvey had the feeling she was trying not to meet his eyes.

"We should head to the office today. There's still lots to discuss about the merger." She told him while still reading through her messages.

"Yeah, I was actually planning to head there later. I still need to get on top of what exactly Louis promised Robert Zane." Harvey replied. He wondered if he should say something. He enjoyed last night. He enjoyed Donna's company in general and he still didn't know what to label his feelings for her- but last night felt simply right. If Donna was ignoring what happened and he wouldn't say anything, would they simply ignore this night like they did "the other time"?

"Donna, I-… We…" he trailed off, not even knowing how to form the right words. Damn, why was it so damn hard for him to tell her what he wants?

She looked at him then, her gaze searching his facial features as if to assess the situation at hand. "Harvey," she started finally, also seemingly searching for the right words to say, "whenever you and I find ourselves in a… situation… where I ask myself what kind of a relationship the two of us truly have, you always find a way to simply dismiss things."

Harvey felt the need to protest immediately, but he stopped himself, clenching his jaw instead. Donna was right, like he knew she always was. They had talked about their relationship before, or at least tried to. Every time he had chickened out by either refusing to answer her questions, downplaying his own slip-ups, or even blatantly lying to her.

"-So, I'm just going to say I really had a great time last night, Harvey. And for once, I don't want to discuss it, because honestly I'm not ready to hear whatever excuse you have in order to make it not mean anything."

"Donna-" Harvey said, giving her a pleading look.

"Stop right there." Donna looked at him intently and Harvey took a moment to truly look at her. With wet hair, bare-faced with her freckles showing and pale lashes framing her dark eyes she looked entirely different than the perfectly sculptured superwoman who marched through the offices of Specter Litt as if she owned them. It was as if she had taken off a mask, showing the vulnerability beneath. "Thank you for the coffee, Harvey. I think I'll just head home now."

"No!" Harvey nearly shouted. He felt his throat getting tighter and his right hand kept and iron grip around his empty coffee mug.

"Excuse me?" Donna asked aggravated.

"You don't get to leave! You accuse me of dismissing things, but it's you who's walking away every damn single time!" he pressed out, hoping the anxiety wasn't too apparent on his face.

Donna's gaze softened. "Harvey, I'm not walking away. I'm heading home and I'll see you later at the office." She gently squeezed his lower arm and Harvey could feel the tension on his body ease significantly.

"Yeah, I'll see you later." He replied and accompanied her to his front door.