"You lost?"

She heard his voice coming from the lowest level of the bleachers. Her fingers started playing at the hem of her blue and white cheerleading skirt and she managed to swallow before talking.

"No" she answered.

He removed one bud of his earphones from his ear, his eyes inspecting her from the bottom to the top and she suddenly felt a heat rise in her body. He was chewing, and she found herself fixating the way his jaw flexed with every motion. He turned away, looking at the green fields that spread in front of him, leaning up against the railings.

"I was told I should come to you" she said a bit louder, stepping towards him, noticing the dip of his Adam's apple as he swallowed.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" he asked her with an accentuated indifference. He however glanced her way again.

"Well my friends told me…" she started, tilting her head as a smile spread on her face, the one that shouted 'I want something and I'm getting it'. He didn't move, watching her closely, as she noticed his smooth dark lashed, and how they contrasted from the sharp edges of his jaw. He wore a black t-shirt, the material molded on his body, along with a pair of tight jeans and worn out black converse. His brown hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions, like he had just woken up.

"That you could sell us some weed" she finally said.

"How did you find me?" he said, now completely removing his earphones.

"You're always here" she added cheekily.

"How do you know where I always am?" he asked, his eyebrows knotting together. "Keeping tabs on me cheerleader?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.

"My name is Donna" she said fiercely.

"I know your name" he confirmed. Something about the way he spoke made her tingly.

"Can I have it or not?" she asked, getting impatient.

"How much do you want?" he asked back.

She suddenly felt stupid, nervously brushing her ponytail and flipping it around her shoulder. She wondered then why her boyfriend, Mitchell, isn't doing this for her.

"I have forty bucks" she managed to say.

Harvey gave her a thoughtful look before grabbing his bag, and looking through it. He grabbed a brown paper recipient from the back section, unfolding a clear small bag from it. He came closer to her, handing it over, his hands flickering on the fabric. She noticed the small tattoo on his wrist.

Donna slid her hand into the neckline of her fitted top, and took the two folded twenty dollar bills from her bra strap.

"Thanks" she mumbled uncomfortably, burying the stuff in the bag she wore across her chest. "So, is this how you spend your days?" she asked, "wasting time here instead of coming to class?"

"I guess so" he shrugged. "Although right now it doesn't feel like a waste"

"Yeah, you just made forty dollars from nothing" she commented.

"No, I meant because I saw you here" he said, hooking his fingers around one of the bleachers bars. His shirt rides up the length of his body as he stretched, giving Donna a glimpse of his narrow waist. "Better than class, that's for sure"

She fought the grin spreading on her face. "You never talk to me" she said curiously, pointing to the discrepancy between his words and actions.

"You never talk to ME" he argued back, his eyes challenging.

She held his gaze, extending her hand up to a diagonal bar, now pivoting in front of him.

"Why don't you tell me why you're here" he repeated, moving from bar to bar until there was none standing between them anymore. He rested his head on the bar above his head, waiting for her answer.

"I told you why" she said, obvious tone in her voice.

"Ah right, your jerk friends sent you" he reminded himself, not sounding convinced. "I do come to class, you know" he added.

"Mmm?" she hummed, questioning him.

"To see that collection of skirts of yours" he added, and she suddenly felt her cheeks blushing. She shoved his shoulder playfully.

"You're a jerk" she said, shaking her head.

"Because I think you have great legs? Guilty" he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

"That's all you know about me isn't it?" she wondered curiously.

He nodded, before asking her how much she knew about him.

"I know you drive a motorcycle" she offered, twisting her lips as she thought about more answers.

"Yeah?" he asked, amused.

"Everybody knows that because of its noise" she shrugged it off. "But I've seen you work on it, out on your driveway" she added.

His eyes connected with hers, darkening suddenly, his expression stiff again.

"What were you doing on that side of the town?" he asked curiously.

"When I go run I sometimes take your street before I turn back" she explained. She remembered seeing him once, his t-shirt dirty, the grease on his forearms, his jaw clenched in concentration.

"You shouldn't be there alone" he said in dislike. "Find another street"

"I'll go wherever I want to go thank you very much" she retorted.

"Well sorry you had to look at that piece of shit then" he said, turning past her.

"Your house is fine, you don't need to apologize" she said, following him.

He suddenly stopped, making her nearly collide with his chest. His eyes are dark, angry. "Stop talking to me like you know me. You don't know shit about me" he said harshly.

Donna felt a heat rise in her chest. "Oh first I'm not allowed to go on your street, now I'm not allowed to talk to you?" she shouted, not stepping back. She had never been this close to him, unable to ignore the thrill she felt. He smelled like engine mixed with the herbal sweetness of marijuana, his smell creeping into her skin, as she found herself unable to deny the arousal she felt from his presence.

"Just don't assume we have anything to talk about" he said, his eyes still holding hers.

"Great, we have nothing to talk about then" she agreed. She still didn't move, challenging him to walk away.

Harvey inhales deeply. "Why are you still standing here?" he whispered this time. His eyes went down to her mouth as she lightly tugged on the edge of his t-shirt, capturing his bottom lip in a tender kiss.

He tasted of mint, and she savored the small friction of his slightly unshaved beard. He inhaled with surprised, leaning closer. She lightly dragged her teeth across his bottom lip, releasing it before slowing stepping away from him.

His throat tightened as he swallowed nervously, his eyes trying to understand something in hers. "Why?" he asked her, unable to look away from her pulpy lips. His nose grazed her cheek as he tipped closer.

She passed her lips across his, a small smile edging them upwards before she whispered "I wanted to" into his ear.

A quiet low groan echoed in his throat, one that she almost missed. "You always get what you want don't you?" he asked, and she nodded.

His hand reached for her face, his mouth falling on hers once again. His thumb brushed her skin as her lips parted over his. She kissed him harder, her hands trailing down his middle, clenching on his solid chest.

He lifted his other hand to pin her face to his. She let out a small whimper, as he dragged one hand to the back of her hair, pulling tight at her ponytail. Her tongue dipped past his until it met his. His hand trailed down from her hair, to her neck, resting at her waist. He found a way under her top, and she felt his palm on her stomach.

Donna thought about Mitchell, and how he had never made her feel that way. Every time Harvey exhaled his hot breath on her skin, every time his tongue fought with hers, she felt something between her legs. She could already feel her wetness as she arched her body towards him, her pulse racing everywhere.

She stopped his hand, now pushing her bra up, at the sound of the bell. He paused then, his hands soft against her skin, his breath heaving.

"I – I" she muttered. "Have a boyfriend" she added, reminding herself.

"I hope you're not expecting apologies 'cause I'm not sorry" Harvey exhaled with a soft laugh

Her fist unclenched the fabric of his t-shirt, as she took a step back. She ran a hand over her ponytail, knowing that it would make no distance, before deciding to take off the rubber band altogether.

He looked at her with a satisfied smirk, and she felt the need to slap it off of him. "You kissed me" he pointed out.

"I didn't think it would – never mind I need to go" she repeated.

"Hey wait" Harvey called out, taking a step towards her. He slid his thumb across her cheek, his eyebrows knotting as he examined her face.

"What?" she asked.

"Whatever was painted on your face is all fucked up now" he explained

"Damn it" she cursed, running her fingers on her own face.

She looked up and got caught in his gaze, smug and amused yet somehow adorable. She found herself smile, still able to taste him on her tongue.

"Are you happy?" she teased, "You ruined me"

He laughed naturally, a lopsided grin slanting across his face.

"Not yet, but I plan to" he said, his voice cutting through her before she walked away.

A.N: Hey guys! This is my first AU Darvey fic, so let me know what you think and if you'd want me to continue.

Drop a review!

-G