Sitting at his desk, reading over documents Mike prepared that morning, Harvey reaches over and hits the intercom button.
"Donna. Can you get me the Samson brief?"
No response.
"Donna. You there?"
Still no response.
He looks up and sees her empty desk. It's not like Donna to leave without telling him, so he gets up and walks out of his office.
Bang. "Shit!"
Harvey looks down and sees Donna kneeling on the floor under her desk. Only her lower half is visible. He walks around behind her and chuckles.
"You alright there?"
"Fine. My goddamn power strip died, and now I have to untangle this giant knot of cords to get the new one in. I keep banging my head every five seconds, and I'm getting rug burn on my knees. I'm just fucking peachy."
"Would you like me to help?"
" You have plenty to do, I can take care of this. And stop looking at my ass"
"I wasn't -"
Donna twists herself around and gives him her 'don't-even-try-lying-to-me-I-can-practically-read-your-mind' look.
"OK. Maybe a bit. Come on. Let me help. Jessica cancelled our lunch meeting, so I've just been looking over paperwork Mike finished this morning. I can spare a few minutes. Besides, I was a boy scout, I'm good with knots."
Giving a sly smile, Donna backs out from under her desk and sits up on her knees.
"Boy scout, huh? Somehow, I can't picture you in brown shorts and a sash. Alright, have at it." Extending her hands upward, she asks: "Little help?"
Harvey pulls her upright. They end up standing quite close, giving him a good whiff of her perfume.
"Is that the perfume I gave you for your birthday?"
"Yeah, it's nice stuff. Who did you get to pick it out?"
Looking indignant, Harvey says "If you must know, I picked it out myself."
Donna rolls her eyes at him. "I thought you boy scouts were honest. Now hurry up, those cords won't untangle themselves."
"Yes ma'am!"
Harvey salutes sarcastically and gets under the desk. Donna sits in her chair, off to the side, sorting a pile of documents into a filing cabinet. After a few minutes, Harvey calls over to her.
"Alright, I think I've got everything plugged into the new power strip. Come on over and check everything before I get off the floor. I don't want to have to crawl under here again."
Donna rolls her chair over to the desk and starts turning on the computer, fax machine, and other electronics. Harvey, on his back under the desk, realizes he's in a very unique position; and a thought crosses his mind.
"Everything looks good. You can come out now."
"Yeah. Well, I just noticed something else that needs taken care of. Should only be a few minutes."
"Fine. Just don't look up my skirt."
"I make no promises."
Harvey adjusts his position under the desk, bringing his face level with her knees. Letting his fingers caress the soft pale skin of her calves, he lightly kisses the outside of her lower thigh. He feels her try to close her legs tighter and push away from the desk, but he grabs the chair before she can.
"What are you doing?" says Donna, her voice sounding unsteady.
"I told you. There's something else that needs taken care of." Harvey lightly tickles the underside of her knee, and pushes her legs open a bit. His hands carefully pull her skirt up a few inches.
"I think that's just fine the way it is. Nothing to concern yourself with."
"Oh - come on Donna. Just trying - to do something - nice. Show you - just - how glad - I am - to have - you - back."
After every few words, Harvey kisses the inside of her thigh. On the last word, he buries his face between her legs, kissing her hard through her panties. He hears her gasp.
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing? What if someone walks by and sees this?" she hisses.
"Nobody will see anything. They've all gone for lunch. And I sent Mike off to do a bit of research on a client. Nothing to worry about."
He slides Donna's skirt up further and pulls her closer to him. He starts kissing her thighs again, and lets his fingers trace patterns over the length of her legs.
"This is crazy. We can't do this. If we do this, Harvey, we can't go back. It's not like that night-"
"The night we got bombed at your place and messed around on your couch? That night we are never allowed to talk about? Talk about a fun night. I remember someone saying something similar then. About how what we have is too important to ruin with sex. I have to say, I've never enjoyed second base so much in my life. Still don't know how you did that thing with your tongue though."
"Oh my God. Get out from under the desk."
"Sorry Donna, kind of in the middle of something." Harvey presses his face back into her, the fingers of his right hand slip under the fabric of her panties and pull them to one side. As his tongue flits gently over her clit, he hears her hands tightly grip the arms of her chair as she gasps again.
"You know, I'm trying to be angry with you and you're making it very difficult." she says through gritted teeth.
She only hears a muffled grunt in reply. Without thinking, her hips thrust slightly, in time with his motions. The sensation is hard to resist. The man knows how to use his tongue. Maybe she should teach him that thing she does. After a few minutes, Donna relaxes a bit. It's hard to think straight when you're getting oral sex right at your desk. A voice in her head pipes up:
So, this is fun and all, but remember who is down there. Think about it, is he really doing this for you, or is it just to amuse himself?
Oh Goddammit. Stupid brain, has to spoil things by thinking.
The obnoxious little voice has a point. This is clearly very "un-Harvey-like" behavior. She can't let him keep going without understanding his motives. However, she also can't ask him outright; he's very adept at dodging direct questions. After a moment's thought, she asks tentatively: "If I told you to stop, would you stop?"
Then more confidently: "If I said 'Harvey, stop it.', would you?"
He pushes the chair away from the desk so he can look Donna in the eye.
"Is that what you want?" Harvey asks.
"I want you to answer the question. Would you stop if I said so?"
After a breath, he answers: "Yes. I'd stop. I wouldn't want to, and I'd be too ashamed to ever look you in the eye again; but if you told me to, I'd stop."
A smile spreads across Donna's flush face. "OK then. Carry on - Scout."
Harvey gives a mischievous grin, pulls her chair back under the desk, and buries his face between her legs for a third time. Donna leans back, covering her face with her left hand. Her right hand moves down and starts pushing off her bikini underwear. Catching the hint, Harvey removes them completely.
He makes short work of finding her clit again, and alternates between kisses, licks and nips. Slowly, he slides a finger back and forth along her slit, applying slightly more pressure with each pass. One finger pushes in, then another. It doesn't take long to find a good rhythm. Donna puts her hand on the back of his head. Her fingernails tracing patterns on his scalp. Though her fingers move lightly, he can feel her pressing him closer. She's practically there.
"You ready?"
He hears a breathless "Uh huh"
"Coast is clear?"
A "Mhmm" sneaks out between quick, shallow breaths.
"Good" Harvey growls, and dives back in.
With one hand covering her mouth to stifle the moans, Donna's hips buck wildly as a warm wave of pleasure washes over her.
It takes a few minutes, but Harvey doesn't stop until he's sure her orgasm has subsided. Then he kisses back down her thighs to the inside of her knees.
Donna snickers, it soon turns into a full laugh.
She whispers, just loud enough for him to hear: "Was I just closed by Harvey Specter?"
"I think you were. Some of my best work too."
Her laughter continues.
"You know, you're in trouble now. A secretary could get used to this."
"Yeah, well -"
"Shhh, I can hear somebody coming. Stay down there and be quiet."
Donna leans back in the chair and covers her face with both hands. Rachel walks up to her desk.
"Hey Donna. Oh jeeze, are you feeling alright?"
"Shhhh. Migraine." Her voice sounds pained and weak.
Under the desk, Harvey grins madly. The woman is one hell of an actress. Meryl Streep, eat your heart out.
"Oh. Sorry. Maybe you should go lay down on the couch in Harvey's office." Rachel whispers.
"Too bright. Took a pill. Fine in a few minutes."
"OK, if you want to go for lunch - once you're feeling better - I'll be in my office."
"K"
As soon as Rachel is out of sight, Donna stands up and readjusts her skirt.
"Bravo. Quite a preformance." says Harvey from under the desk.
"Thank you. Thank you." She give an unnecessarily complex bow.
"You sure you want to stay here and be a secretary? Talent like that, you could be doing community theater."
"Don't tempt me." she growls at him. "You can come on out now."
"Gonna need a minute."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, got a few red hairs stuck in my teeth. Can't walk around like that."
Donna leans down until her face is level with his. "Not funny."
"Really? I thought it was pretty good."
She stares daggers at Harvey, until he pulls her face into his and kisses her roughly, deeply. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but Donna has to brace herself on the desk and catch her breath before she can stand back up.
"I'm really glad you came back Donna. Don't know what I'd do without you."
Stuck somewhere between terror and embarrassment, all Donna can think to say is: "I'm gonna go get straightened up. Back in a few." Thankfully, Harvey can't see her face now. She looks like a deer in headlights.
After she cleans herself up and splashes some water on her face, Donna looks in the mirror. It's one of the drawbacks to being a redhead; with skin that pale, it takes forever to get rid of a red face. She re-applies her make-up as needed and straightens her outfit. The entire time, she asks herself one question: What now?
When she gets back, Harvey is sitting at his desk. She strolls into the office and stands confidently in front of him. He grins widely, his eyes move up and down her body; he makes no effort to hide his ogling.
"I'm going to have a quick lunch with Rachel. Before I go, two things: Number 1. Meet me tomorrow at 12:35 in the File Room. Come alone. Tell no one."
"Oh. Do you have a secret mission for me M?" he asks in his best Sean Connery voice.
"You could say that. Since you showed me how happy you are to have me back. I'd like to return the favor and show you just how happy I am to be back."
Harvey leans forward, and whispers conspiratorially "Ooh. Sounds dangerous. What's the second thing?"
She puts her hand out across the desk "Give me back my goddamn underwear."
He pulls them out of the inside pocket of his jacket. "I was planning to hide them in your desk drawer after you left. Let you find them later."
"I'm not walking around Manhattan commando-style. After what happened last year, I vowed to never do it again."
Harvey's jaw drops. Donna snatches the panties from his hand, turns, and walks briskly out of his office.
"Wait, last year? What happened? How often did you go commando? Oh, please tell me you came to work like that."
"Bye, Harvey." she purrs over her shoulder.
