Donna stood on the rooftop of Pearson, Specter, Litt and let the cold air blow across her face, cooling it. She pressed a hand to her lips and breathed deeply.

What the hell had she done?

The look on Harvey's face as she'd apologized was imprinted on her brain. It was a look of complete confusion. She closed her eyes trying to block it out, but it was no use.

He was dating Paula. He was going to hate her for pouncing on him when he was in a relationship with someone. She had put him in the awkward and difficult position of deciding whether to tell Paula. If the kiss had been one-sided it might have been easier for him to deal with, but he had returned the kiss, deepened it.

She remembered the precise moment he had gone from shocked to passionate. It was over almost before it began, but he had leaned into the kiss, deepened it by pressing more firmly against her lips. She knew if she had let the kiss go on, she would have soon felt the press of his tongue against her lips.

But she had pulled back, already stunned by her own boldness. She'd apologized, justified, and walked out.

The logical part of her mind was telling her that the kiss was foolhardy, that she'd risked everything because Mike and Louis had made her afraid she was losing Harvey.

Although if she was being truthful, the fear had already been there. It was the same fear that was always there in the back of her mind when Harvey dated someone seriously. She was always sure, this was it; this was going to be the woman Harvey was looking for; the one that was going to command his attention and pull him away from her. When he was single and carousing, she was never thrilled to hear about his exploits, but she could deal with the flings and the casual sex.

It was when he really fell for someone, made plans, got serious, that she started to feel like a weight was sitting on her chest.

Part of her wanted to scream at him that he was a blind fool and part of her, the part that loved Harvey more deeply than she had words for, was happy he was happy. She always told him all she wanted was for him to be happy, which was mostly true. She just couldn't help it if a big part of her was completely sure he would be happiest with her.

Now, alone on the rooftop, she walked slowly to the edge and looked out across the cityscape trying to clear her mind.

Suddenly, the door to the roof flew open and slammed against the wall behind it.

Harvey stood in the doorway, stock still and staring at her. He'd discarded his tie sometime in the last few minutes. His shirt collar was open and she watched his adam's apple moving up and down as he swallowed.

Without warning, he marched angrily toward her. His scowl was deep and he didn't stop until he was less than a foot away from her. She was tempted to step back, but she was backed up against the roof wall.

His voice was unsteady when he spoke, laced with anger.

"What the hell was that?" His dark brown eyes bored into her, making her turn her face away, but he grabbed hold of her chin and forced her to look at him. "Explain yourself."

Donna took exception to being treated like a child being reprimanded and she slapped his hand away from her chin, stepping to the right, trying to get some distance.

"What kind of explanation do you want, Harvey? It was just a momentarty lapse of judgement, okay? It was nothing."

"Nothing?" Harvey sounded pissed off and insulted. "You kissed me for nothing? You jeopardized my relationship with Paula for nothing? What am I supposed to tell her now?" Harvey's voice rose with each question, until he was shouting.

"I don't know, Harvey!" Donna yelled back. "How about you tell her the truth; that we've been lying to ourselves for years, pretending this thing between us isn't real."

Harvey shook his head, denial spreading across his features. It was the same denial that appeared every time the moment got too heated for him, or anytime either of them said something that had the potential to bring them closer. Flashes of memory floated across her memory of all the times Harvey had run away when things got to close for his comfort:

..."You know I love you, Donna."... Closed the door, walked away.

..."Because I think you're worthy, and I don't want to lose you."... Grabbed his jacket, walked away...

The same expression covered his face now as he spoke, his voice much quieter. "What are you talking about? What thing?"

Something burst a little in Donna's heart at Harvey's continued denial. She decided she was sick to death of his denial, of his running away when things got serious. She was suddenly determined to show him exactly what thing she was talking about; to force him to stop pretending. Her mind screamed at her to just walk away, but her bruised heart carried on.

Donna closed the space between them so that she was pressed up against him. "This thing, Harvey." Her voice was a seductive purr as she ran her hands up his chest, twisting them into his collar and tugging him closer.

She could feel the rock-hard stillness of his body as a muscle jumped in his cheek. "Donna, you're being ridiculous."

But Donna heard the hoarseness in his voice, saw his pupils expanding.

"Am I Harvey? This doesn't feel ridiculous to me. It…feels... perfect..." With each word she placed a kiss along his collarbone.

His breathing was rapid and she could feel his heart racing against her. She slid three buttons free on his dress shirt and her hand slipped in to caress his chest.

She continued planting kisses, running her tongue lightly across his exposed chest. Her fingers gently squeezed his right nipple. He sucked in a ragged breath and expelled it as a guttural moan as she slipped her hand out of his shirt and down to the front of his pants. She could feel the hard length of him through the material and she squeezed lightly.

"Donna, stop" His voice was barely a whisper and harsh with desire. But she did stop, bringing both her hands to rest on his cheeks.

She leaned up to breathe into his ear, "I'll stop, Harvey if you want me to." She placed another kiss just under the corner of his jaw, sucking and nibbling on the skin there. "Just tell me to go."

She moved so she could stare up at him, not bothering to mask the naked longing in her gaze.

Harvey let out a ragged breath, and his head sank onto her shoulder. His forehead rested there a second before he spoke, his voice filled with raw need. "Please, Donna, don't do this to me."

It was as though she'd been doused with a bucket of ice water. What was she doing?! The alarm bells finally shattered her haze of passion and hurt.

She was trying to force Harvey into cheating on the woman he was with. She was using every trick she had to coerce this faithful man into forgetting his promises and making love to her on a rooftop. After which, he would never be able to forgive himself and would likely hate her for helping to drive him to commit the one sin he'd always detested more than anything in the world.

She pulled away from him abruptly leaving him slightly off balance.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she let them fall unchecked.

"I'm sorry, Harvey. I'm so sorry"

And this time it was her turn to run away.