She wanted more, so he had to let her fly high and spread her wings. He knew one day he would catch her again and then he would never need to let her go.
MORNING MUSINGS
It's taken a week to get over 8:16 (who am I kidding, I'm not even remotely over it!) Anyhow, I've decided to post one-shots of our cute fools post 8:16. Please read and review if you would like. I'd love to hear what you think as this is my first attempt at a one shot. My previous fics have been multi-chapters. (Also points for those who can see how I've slipped in some of the titles of their 'best episodes.')
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Morning Musings 1 - Coffee Contract
His eyes lingered on the glorious outline of her sleek silhouette, still and quiet but most definitely the most beautiful sight to wake up to. He noticed the sun's morning rays glide gracefully around the soft edges of her womanly curves, slightly positioned so his eyes were shaded allowing a better view of her body, which was covered in the slightest, thinnest black silk material. Blinking enough times to believe this was real. She was real. And most certainly what happened nearly three months ago was also real. Awaking then, to the same beautiful view, he still couldn't believe she was his. The clarity of the moment dawned on him as he began to basque in his waking without a feeling of emptiness. A brand new sensation that he was still getting used to.
Donna senses him stir behind her, as she stands at the floor length window looking out across the best views of Manhattan sipping slowly on her hot coffee.
'So this is how it's going to be now is it?' Harvey's deep morning voice, slightly croaky, caught her breath.
'Hmm, and what's that exactly?' She smirked as her lips hovered over the steaming caffeine, knowing full well what he was referring to, still not turning around to face him.
He gathered up the sheets around his lower body as he shuffled to the edge of the bed just to be closer to her. The movement making her turn and face him. Hair tangled and wild, much like their bodies only a few hours before, framed her face as she smiled across the top of the offending steamy mug, eyebrow questioningly raised.
'What are you talking about Specter?' she teased, as the tip of her pink tongue slid across the edge of her mug, darting back in, only to tease him further.
She narrowed the gap between them now by stepping daintily towards him, eyes lingering down his bare chest. Remembering her loving kisses that scattered across the same soft area the night before. And every night before that, for the last, close to eighty-five nights. Yes, eighty-five nights of completely self-indulgent, mind blowing sex with Harvey Specter, the man who held her heart and hand in more ways than she ever knew possible everyday throughout the past fourteens years.
She smiled to herself as she began to raise her manicured foot up his bare leg, which was outside of the bedcovers, resting on the floor. As she brought it up, gradually the crisp white sheets fell away from his waist, without realising that at the same time, her black silk nightie was also allowing her most sensitive areas to be displayed.
He smirked his big old Cheshire Cat grin up towards her, and in one motion pulled her close with his hand around the back of her thigh.
'Woah, mister,' she held her coffee steady as she regained her centre of gravity being careful not to spill the contents.
Pulling her in even closer, 'What? You might waste some of that?' He motioned his eyes to her mug.
'Oh, so this is what the morning hostility is about is it?' Knowing full well, as she again separated their mouths with the mug and took a sip, her eyes still on his.
'So, what happened to, I get you a morning coffee and then next day, you get mine? Did I miss the by-lines in that contract Miss Paulsen?'
'Wouldn't be the first time...' she hid her humoured smile as she peeped up towards his chocolate brown eyes whilst taking another sip. The scent of vanilla claimed their surroundings, it was all that separated their mouths.
'Donna...'
'Harvey...' She mirrored his inquisitive tone.
'Well, if you haven't made me one, then how about we share...' It wasn't a question, a statement of intent as Harvey took the handle from Donna's fingers and sipped along the edge of her mug.
'Oh no,' she playfully pulled the mug away from his hands and held it into her chest. 'The coffee is like me, once I taste it, I never want to share.' She lifted it up towards her lips before he reached out and held his hand delicately over hers.
'In that case then, I completely agree,' Harvey pushed her hand down slightly and closed the vanilla-scented chasm between them by bringing his lips towards hers. Taking in her face as he cups her cheek with his free hand. A small chaste kiss to begin with, then licked his lips slightly, whilst tasting the offending caffeine.
Instantly she missed the warmth of him, and she made sure his next kiss lasted longer, pulling him in, tongues meeting, flicking and fluttering like butterflies growing more desperate and needy.
'I think it's time you put the mug down,' he breathed between kissing her.
On command, she tapped it down onto the nightstand beside her bed, never losing contact with his lips or eyes. She felt his grip tighten and pulled her around so the back of her calves were resting at the side of the bed. His hands roamed the sides of her breasts and body, pushing up the silky fabric between his fingers whilst the other hand grasped the back of her head. She hummed against his lips as he fully occupied her mind.
Occupied it enough, so that she didn't realise the hand that was just a second ago gripping tantalising at the sides of her short silk slip, had now wondered towards her nightstand.
Donna needed air and reluctantly she pulled her head back and took in his face, his tensed jaw and sparkling eyes. Wait a minute, she knew that look.
In an instant, a flash of realisation covered her face and Harvey lifted the once abandoned coffee mug towards his lips repositioning it between them again as he took a large swig, kissed her cheek and sat back into his side of the bed.
'How? Wait, did you just do what I think you did?' Donna scorned was one of Harvey's particular favourite expressions on her face. He longingly took another sip. 'You hustled me?' she tried to angry.
'Hey, Closer by name, Closer by nature.' He slid his hand up the back of her thigh while she was still stood rooted to the spot besides the bed. 'You know I always get what I want in the end.'
As Donna tried, oh so very hard to ignore the goosebumps spreading from his touch to her core, she stepped back.
'Haha. Oh no you don't Specter, the fun is staying over here. Way over here,' she stepped back and motioned to her recently claimed side of the room. Not admitting defeat, she padded out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
'And don't think I'm coming back in there and finishing what you just pretended to start!' She called back to him over her shoulder, red hair flicking and shimmering with sass. He watched her hips sway out of the room.
'Oh you will be. It's in the by-laws...' He smirked as he licked off the vanilla from his lips and awaited her inevitable return.
