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So I said I had this part finished and I did, I just woke up this morning with a darvey dream that I thought would work well with this fic.. But I think it would work better to have that with the part that I already had as sort of epilogue .. so I decided to pull that 'dream' and the original ending from this part.. and post the new FINAL part in a few days (that part won't be as long tho) ..
But without much further ado. Here's the second part. I hope you'll enjoy it and I'd love to read your reviews. x
Goodbye Getaway PART II
"Harvey, did I move in with you without even noticing it?"
He thinks about her question for a second before he grins. "I think so, yes," he answers. "I like it," he smiles reaching for the bottle. Pouring some of the substance on his hand, he signals for her to turn around. "Maybe we should make that official," he whispers, massaging her shoulders he applies the sunscreen on her back. "Bring over your stuff after this weekend? Or when you want to?" She nods, looking over her shoulder at him. Still a little overwhelmed by the realisation of how the very thing that made her question her future when she thought she had moved on from him, happened so naturally now, but there's no way she wants to go back.
She puts her summer dress back on then. Collecting her sunglasses, her notebook and other things she wants to bring as she places it all in her bag. He hands her his phone, smilingly asking her to put it in there as well. She gets up then, bringing the bag to her shoulder. "I have everything," she states and he smiles at her. Bending down one last time, he pulls a blue striped towel from his suitcase. "Me too," he answers, letting it hang over his shoulders.
"You brought a towel?" she whispers then taking him in, "You know they have towels downstairs right?" He nods with a smile. Opening the door for her, they both step outside. "Yeah, but I like this one."
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Wrapping his right arm around her shoulders, his fingers playing with her auburn locks he pulls her closer. A chuckle escaping her lips when he whispers how he'd rather stayed upstairs with her. She bites her lip, giving him one of those looks he's seen a hundred times before as she reaches for his sunglasses on top of his head. Stealing them, she puts them on. "They do look better on you," he whispers in her ear before she can tell him those exact words.
"Harvey." They hear his name, both coming to a halt he lets his arm slide of her shoulders. "What's up pup?" Donna counters, looking at her younger friend. "Ok," Mike raises his hand. "You two got to stop with calling me that, I don't even work with you anymore." Donna smiles, stepping forward she playfully taps his arm. "Ooh come on, you know you miss us," she teases him and the younger man nods giving in.
"Where's Rach?" Donna asks then, looking for her friend. Her words making Mike turn around. "She uhm…" he looks back at the others, "Was looking at shoes." He points over his shoulder, "We were going to get some lunch. Want to join?" he asks when Rachel catches up with him. Harvey briefly looks at Donna, raising his shoulders he lets out a breath when another moment with his redhead gets interrupted. "Sure why not."
"Great," Rachel chirps, linking her arm around Donna's she walks both of them over to the little restaurant on the side. "New sunglasses?" the brunette comments observing her friend who just shakes her head. "No," Donna answers, "They're not mine," she adds with a smile. One that Rachel returns. "Already acting like a married couple," Rachel teases her friend, who frowns in return. "Well… already, you two always –"
"Rach," Donna hints raising her eyebrows. "You didn't say anything to Mike did you?" The brunette shakes her head. "Of course not, you asked me not to," Rachel answers signalling for Donna to sit down in the round booth. She slides down next to her friend, making the men sit on the opposite side of them. Harvey's eyes meeting Donna's for a second, she smiles looking down.
His hand resting near hers on the table as they enjoy their sandwiches. Looks stolen between them, they both try to keep up with the conversation of their friends, both finding it hard not to give in to the other. He looks down again then, swallowing because her hand is right there and he wants nothing more than to hold it. She notices the soft sigh leaving his lips, her eyes flickering in his direction once more she gives him a small smile. Pulling her hand back, she reaches for her glass of wine. Taking a sip to focus herself on something else, but his eyes remain focussed on hers and she just can't look away.
She breaks their gaze when the tension becomes too much, laughing at the younger woman's comment she places her glass back. She sees him frown from the corner of her eye when her fingers trace the edge of the glass, it's this thing she subconsciously does when she's nervous. Leaning back in the booth, she creates a little bit more space between them as she now lets her arm rest on the edge of the table in front of her. He copies her move and her eyes flicker back in his direction.
The darkness of his eyes making her swallow, but she can't give in to it. Not now. Not here. The waiter showing up to ask if they want something else a welcome distraction. She merely shakes her head, her refusal to order anything else countered by him getting an ice cream coupe with whipped cream. The smirk smile on his face giving away it's a game. She rolls her eyes at him, turning a bit towards her friend as she crosses her legs.
Her left foot brushing against his leg, she notices him grit his teeth. "Can I get an extra spoon?" she asks the waiter then, a devilish grin forming on her lips as she lets her toes trace his calf. "Donn," her name leaving his lips in an inaudible whimper, his hand falling flat on the table as he leaps forward. Looking at him again for a second, she leans against Rachel's shoulder. "What's that?" she asks, pretending nothing is going on as both women look at a video on Mike's phone.
"It's Louis trying Tai Chi," Mike informs them, pulling his phone back when the waiter walks back with their desserts. The man of the video in question and the former managing partner joining them at their table, Donna automatically sliding down the booth towards Harvey. The brunette following her move as they make way for the two others at their table.
"Hey," he whispers his hand sliding over her knee. She looks up at him then, her shoulder brushing against his when she covers his hand with hers. Looking back at the rest of the group she tries to ignore the way he turns over her hand, the way his thumb is drawing circles on her skin. She reaches for a spoon then, steeling a bite of his ice cream. He just shakes his head, staying silent as she's eating his dessert after telling the waiter she didn't want anything.
Mike looks at his former boss, rolling his eyes as the latter just raises his shoulders in defence. Fully aware the younger man will assume it's because they're together now, but it's always been like this. She'd tell him she doesn't want anything, he'd order something he knows she loves and eventually shares or give it to her completely.
Eventually he lets go of her hand, reaching for his own spoon. Stealing a bite here or there when she's talking to Louis. Avoiding Jessica's knowing look when she catches them fighting over a piece of chocolate with their spoons. A battle the redhead wins when she moves her hand on his thigh an inch higher, a current automatically running through his body. He can't even look at her now, knowing all too well she's smirking. Focussing on his coffee instead he lets his left elbow lean on the table. Turning a bit away from her, the table now too crowded to even whisper her name as a warning.
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"Ooh," Tara exclaims, her hand falling on her stomach, making the four other women look in her direction. "Something wrong?" Rachel mumbles, making both Gretchen and Tara laugh, the latter shaking her head. "No, this one is just moving around a lot," she answers, running her hand over her stomach. Trying to calm down the baby a little.
"Have you two found out what you're having yet?" Donna whispers, looking to her left. Tara shakes her head. "No I... or we haven't yet," the architect mumbles, "Louis really wants it to be a surprise and that's the least I can give him. But I think it will be boy," she adds with a smile, looking down at her baby bump. "Want to feel it?" she asks, reaching for the redhead's hand.
"Then it will be boy," Gretchen counters as she looks up from her book. "A mother knows. I predicted it for all three of my kids," the older secretary answers before she focuses on her book again. A laugh escaping Jessica's lips, she looks to her side. Smiling when she sees Donna's reaction to the kicking, her hand still on the baby bump. "Is that so?" Jessica counters, "cause I never predicted to have a problematic son," she laughs, she doesn't often describe the man as such, but in a way she feels like a mother to him. "But then again, I never gave birth to him."
Donna grins looking down, but Tara frowns wondering what Jessica meant. "That one over there," Jessica nods her head in the direction of the two lawyers. "Picked him out of the mail room. Paid for him to go to Harvard, got him a spot at the D.A.'s office, and brought him back to the firm. Closest thing I'll ever have or want to have to a kid."
Harvey brushes his hand through his hair. Not really listening to what the lawyer was telling him, the earlier conversation between the two of them still on his mind he looks to his left. His lips curling up a little when he sees his redhead talking with Tara.
"You're smiling too much," Louis comments then, making Harvey's head snap back to the other man. "I'm happy," he answers not even bothering with trying to dismiss the earlier statement. "It's weird," Louis counters crossing his arms, studying his fellow name partner.
"I'm just happy to be here. Enjoying the island," Harvey counters, moving his way through the pool to the other guys. "No," Louis shakes his head, following Harvey's lead. "You were smiling like this before we even got to the island," Louis adds as he thinks back to the past few weeks.
Harvey lets out a sigh. "Enjoying the thought of going here," he counters hoping the other man would drop the topic soon. "You're weird," Louis mumbles then catching the volleyball Mike throws in his direction. "You're the one paying attention to whether or not I smile," Harvey counters slapping the volleyball out of Louis' hand towards Benjamin.
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Benjamin throws the volleyball back to Mike. It going over the man's head and it bounces on the ground, towards the group of women. Mike turns himself around, swimming over to the edge. "Rach," he calls signalling the ball at the edge of her bed. The young lawyer lets out a sigh as she gets up. Reluctantly picking the ball up, she throws it back. "Next time you're getting it yourself."
Rachel lets herself fall down on her bed again, rolling her eyes at Donna who just laughs. Her hand blocking the sun she focusses on her notebook again. Scribbling down something she'd been thinking about for the past few days, she lets her gaze drift off to him for another second. He's somehow always her inspiration.
The volleyball falling bouncing on the ground again, it skips over Jessica's pool bed and rolls beneath Donna's bed to the other side. Standing closest to the edge, Harvey climbs out of the pool walking over to them. Blocking the sun from her when she doesn't throw it back immediately.
She closes her eyes, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as a shadow falls over her. Dropping her notebook to the side, she looks up. Swallowing once she takes him in. The way the water is dripping from his shorts. His abs, the way he just stands there with that smug smile on his face, clearly aware of the effect he's having on her.
He notices his towel neatly followed resting on the edge near to her feet them. Realising it was his bed she was laying in. "Donna," he mumbles, crooking his head he looks at her. His right hand grabbing the towel he runs it over his face and hair for a second. "Harvey," she answers in the same tone he's using, a soft smile growing on her lips after she sees him use his towel.
One eyebrow raised she isn't going to make this easy for him. He points at the volleyball near her table, her bag with clothes near his feet and back to himself, indicating he doesn't want her stuff to get wet. "I want my ball back," he states then.
"You what now?" she challenges him, her words making Jessica snort. Donna leans over to reach for the volleyball. He frowns looking at his former mentor, who knows exactly what's going on. Jessica just shakes her head looking back again as Harvey does the same.
He steps closer now. "Give me that volleyball or I'll drag you into that pool, Paulsen," he counters, pointing at the pool behind him. "You wouldn't dare," she answers, spinning the ball around in her hand, he leans forward then. His hand almost reaching for her leg, she pulls it up. "Okay... Okay..." she mumbles her hand in the air stopping him from doing what he threatened to do. "Here," she gives in, throwing the ball towards him.
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Enjoying her bronzed salmon, she listens to the conversation her friends are having with the other secretary. Nodding once she takes another bite of her asparagus, she can't help but let her gaze slip over the table in his direction. Seeing him conversing with the two other women and their significant others. A small smile forming on her lips as it hits her that she's one of them too, but maybe not completely yet. He specifically told her he wasn't going to sit near her this time. Not being able to keep it together if she tortured him like earlier that day. Sneaking off the bathroom afterwards there a lot easier than when the group is doubled and the course is longer.
Looking back Gretchen smiles at her. "How's the new relationship?" Gretchen asks then, her words making Donna drop her hand. "Wait what?" she mumbles, staring back at the other secretary who just crooks her head in return. "Good." She smiles then, still surprised the other woman knew, but then again, maybe it's not just a 'Donna' thing to know everything, but a secretaries one.
"I'm happy for you, Red," Gretchen smiles raising her glass to Donna as a small toast. "I'm sure Norma would have loved it too," Gretchen adds, making Donna frown a little. "I've known her for thirty years," Gretchen answers as she thinks back to her late friend. "And whenever she was talking about her job it somehow always twisted to the two of you."
Donna laughs, looking down she closes her eyes. Typical Norma. "What did she say?" Donna asks then, she never got to see the woman out of the work environment. "Ooh," Gretchen laughs, "there's too much too tell, but there's this one thing I'll never forget. The last few years he always referred to him as 'the wuss' and I have to say that I always wondered why she picked that word."
Donna laughs louder then, letting out a sigh she shakes her head. "I... uhm," she starts. "I called him that," she explains then. "There was this one time he was looking for Louis, but he wasn't in his office. So he comes to me asks me where Louis is and turns out he just didn't want to ask Norma," she shakes her head recalling the moment. "So yeah I had to tell Norma that over coffee the next day of course."
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She turns around, her hips swaying from left to right. Her hands in the air she dances to the music. Her hand catching Rachel's they both sing along with the music. Both grinning, they notice how Louis is trying to mimic Benjamin's dance moves, but without much success. She swirls around again; smiling when she sees Jessica and Jeff completely lost in the other's arms, they slowly dance to the upbeat tunes. Stepping aside as Mike walks towards the two women.
She gives him a smile, making her way to the bar where the younger man had just been sitting. Her head crooking as she sees him sitting there, alone and looking at her. The drink the other guys bought him ten minutes ago still untouched in his hand. Slightly increasing her step, she makes her way to him. Sitting herself down on the barstool next to him, she throws him a soft smile as the turns to face her.
"You know, when someone's sitting alone at a bar, they usually at least pretend to finish the drink their colleagues bought them," she whispers, pointing at the glass in front of him. He smirks, remembering the words she said to him the very time they met. Both looking at the dancefloor, he lets his hand rest on her back. He lets out a breath, his eyes on her frame again he leans closer. "You're making it very... " He whispers, halfway pausing his sentence as she looks at him, raising her eyebrows.
"Difficult for me to resist you now," he adds and she pouts because he didn't let her say the words. Yet again. He never does. "We could leave," she whispers. "Donna, you're having a great time here," he counters signalling the rest of the group on the dance floor. "But I want you to have fun too," she whispers. "I am," he nods reassuring her, his hand moving over the small of her back.
"Come dance with me," she whispers, stepping back on the floor. Her hand pulling on his. "They've all seen us dance before," she reasons and he smirks. "You might end up pinned against the wall," he counters. "They haven't seen that before," he adds emphasizing the 'that' as he smirks at her. She laughs, his comment not scaring her away she reaches for his arm instead. "I'll take the risk," she whispers, "unless you want me to dance with Benjamin."
"No," he counters jumping off the barstool himself, he walks them to the dancefloor. Spinning her around until she lands in his arms, the music changing to a tango. He lifts her right arm, pulling her closer with his right arm she looks him straight in the eye. "Do you remember how we signed Mr. Moreno," she whispers when he takes the lead, moving both of them over the dancefloor
He laughs out loud then. Dipping her on the music just like the time she's referring to. "I do," he whispers slowly bringing her back up. His hand finding his way to the small of her back again. "That was quite a show," he answers look at her from the corner of his eye. "It was," she whispers slightly turning her head, she looks him in the eye, both of them smiling.
"Are you sure they aren't together," Jeff comments as he looks to his right again. His focus back on Jessica he nods in the pair in question's direction. Jessica follows his lead, looking back at her own man with just a smile, not answering his question. "You promised you'd tell me the truth," Jeff counters turning her around again, her gaze falling back on the laughing couple. "I never said anything," she counters, her gaze narrowing in on him. "So they are," Jeff concludes and she nods. Smiling then even. "I promised not to say anything, but look at them."
Her fingers pressing into his shoulder, he whispers in her ear how she would be the first thing he'd bring to a deserted island. "Harv," she murmurs a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks at his answer to her question. "You can't pick me," she protests in a whisper. "I'd always choose you," he whispers looking back at her and she smiles, closing her eyes.
"Five things besides me," she counters then as they move around on the music. Biting her lip, she sees him think. "Uhm," he mumbles pursing his lips. "A knife of course," he answers. She nods, trying to hide her smile "Of course," she repeats his answer, looking at him again. She waits for his other answer but he just smiles at her. His hand running over her back she, his gaze locking with hers again and she swallows, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.
He swirls her around again then. Her hand slipping from his hand she spins towards Rachel who is still dancing with Mike. Her hands lading on the shoulders of the brunette, she looks at Mike. "I'm going to steal your fiancée for a minute," Donna announces as she pulls Rachel aside. Walking both of them over to the ladies room.
"What's going on?" Rachel mumbles when Donna pushes the door open. Fixing her dress with a few touches, she turns towards the mirror. Pulling a lipstick from her purse, she brings it to her lips. "I need your help," the redhead answers. "You want to leave this bar with Harvey without anyone noticing," Rachel states then and Donna opens her mouth to speak, but she just nods. Touching up her lipstick. Rachel smirks at the honesty of her friend. "On one condition," Rachel counters, using the rare opportunity in which the redhead needs her help to her advantage. "How was it?"
Donna bites her tongue, looking down she closes her purse again. "Everything I remembered it to be and more," she mumbles turning the brunette back around towards the door. "Now help me," Donna orders as she follows her back to the dancefloor. Both of them scanning the room, they notice the group sitting at one of tables again. "There," Rachel mumbles, reaching for Donna's hand she pulls her aside. "We," Rachel signals between herself and the redhead, "are going back to the hotel, because we have an early meditation class tomorrow morning."
Mike frowns, this being the first time he hears her mention the class. "You just told me to order a beer," Mikes signals at the bottle at his table, he looks back up at Rachel. The young lawyer smiles back. "Well Jeff, Jessica and Harvey are still here," she point out.
Harvey takes a sip from his scotch, his eyes meeting Donna's they both remain silent. He knows better to interrupt; especially because he has the feeling it wasn't exactly his associate's idea to leave in the first place. "You have a key," Rachel continues placing her hand on his shoulder, "just finish your beer and I'll see you at our room later."
"Fine," Mike mumbles when the brunette kisses the top of his head. "Goodnight everyone," Donna mumbles, her eyes meeting Harvey's again. The rest, Harvey included, wishes them a good night, they walk away again. "Thank you," Donna whispers to her friend as the girls make their way to the elevator.
"No problem," Rachel smiles, stepping into the elevator, pressing both the buttons of the tenth and twelfth floor. "So," Rachel states, letting out a breath. She looks at her friend again, raising her hands. "I think it's time you start answering the most important emotional question."
Donna scoffs a laugh escaping her lips, she looks to the side, but it doesn't stop the brunette from moving her hands. Donna's eyebrow raising, she bites the inside of her cheek, her eyes flickering up to the sign of the elevator, the doors open then.
"Ooh look at that," Donna chirps. "Your floor. See you tomorrow," she adds, turning her friend around, she manages to get her out of the elevator without having to answer the very question she asked about Mike. "Donna," Rachel counters, raising her hand as she stops the door from closing. "Tomorrow, you and I are going to catch up."
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He closes the door of his room behind him, placing the key card in the holder next to the door he turns on the light. His mouth automatically dropping when he takes in the view. A naked Donna resting on his bed. Lying on her stomach, her slim legs bend at the knee and her ankles crossed in the air. Her head leaning on her elbow, she smiles at him, moving her feet up and down.
He just swallows seeing her smile turn into a smirk. "Mr. Specter, you are staring," she teases him. Her words making him snap out of his daze, he finally steps forward again. Shaking his head. "Can you blame me?" he answers, sitting down next to her. His hand moving over her waist, he turns her on her back.
Leaning down to kiss her. "There's a naked goddess in my bed," he whispers on her lips and she giggles, her hands fidgeting with his jacket. "Goddess," she repeats, "I like the sound of that," she answers as he kicks of his shoes. She watches him sit back up, his hands moving to the button of his jacket.
"Wait," she mumbles stopping his hand, he frowns. "I want to do that," she tells him, pushing herself up. Crawling on top of his law, his hands reaching for her sides she shakes her head, an indication he should wait and he groans. He's waited so much today already. Her hands sliding over his chest, she raises an eyebrow feeling something inside his pocket.
"What is this?" she whispers, slipping her hand inside his jacket. She pulls out the handcuffs. Her mouth dropping a little as she studies the object, it eventually turning into a grin. "Really, Reginald?" she mocks him, swinging the handcuffs in front of his face. "You stole these from that teambuilding exercise this morning?"
He shakes his head. "I didn't and I resent all implications otherwise," he counters meeting her eye again. "Roberta," he adds with a smile, her mouth widening again she shakes her head. "You didn't," she mumbles ad he just smirks, they both know he just said her middle name and they both know how much she hates it.
"You're going to pay for that," she challenges him. "Ooh really," he scoffs, his hands running over her thighs. "How?" he mumbles mere seconds before she clicks one of the cuffs around his left wrist. His gaze dropping to his hand for a moment before he looks at her again. "Ooh," he mumbles, kissing her then. Both of them work on removing the rest of his clothes.
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She hears him groan, pulling her closer in his arms as the alarm on her phone goes off. "Harv," she whispers, resulting in an inaudible mumble on his side. She tries to stretch her right arm to reach for her phone. Her hand immediately pulled back by something sharp, another growl escaping his mouth she opens one eye. Following the line of her right arm to her hand she frowns, not remembering wearing a bracelet she now notices how she'd been sleeping on his arm. How the bracelet wasn't exactly a bracelet but the handcuffs she'd found in the pocket of his jacket the night before.
Whispering his name once more as the alarm of her phone went off again, he pulls her closer again, snuggling his head in the crook of her neck. "It's too early," he mumbles, his voice raspy, she turns around to face him as much as their linked arms allow her. "You don't have to get up," she whispers, her hand caressing his arm. "Just give me the key so I can go and meet Rachel like I promised," she whispers.
His eyes fluttering open a bit. "What? The what?" he mumbles, letting his hand run over his face. "The keys," she whispers lifting her right hand, pulling his arm up. His eyes widening a bit, a smirk grows on his lips before it turns into a frown. "I don't have any keys."
Her eyes close for a second before they pop open again. "Harvey, what the hell?! How?" He pushes himself up. "I … Gretchen forgot to hand them in and I said I would," he pauses letting out a yawn, "I just ...I forgot, but I don't think there were any keys." She stares at him in disbelief, crawling over him he grunts as she pulls on his arm. Sitting himself up next to her then he reaches for his jacket. Searching through the pockets he shakes his head. "Nothing there," he mumbles. She checks the pockets of his pants, shaking her head too.
Her phone rings again and they both look up. "Okay, first you're going to get that," he mumbles getting up and she follows him, his hand catching hers so the cuffs don't hurt as much. She looks at him, a laugh escaping her lips. "Just look at us," she shakes her head, wrapping his arm around her shoulder he kisses the top of her head.
"Hey, Rach," she answers her phone, looking up at him. He smirks in return. "No, I'm fine... I just overslept. I'll be there in half an hour." He frowns now, mouthing 'half an hour' to her, raising their hands and she stares at him, her eyes wide, not really sure what to do either. "Can't wait. See you soon," she answers, ending the call. She places her phone back on the table.
"Half an hour," he repeats again and she nods. "Let's search the floor," she mumbles both of them picking up the remainder of his clothes, but there isn't any sign of a key. She looks at their hands again then, trying to pull her hand through the cuff, but it gets stuck half way across her palm.
"Soap?" he offers, guiding both of them to the bathroom. Pouring the shower gel over her hand she tries it again, but it doesn't make any difference. "Shit," she whispers and he repeats the word, opening the tab to remove the soap again.
"Okay let's make a plan," he mumbles as they make their way back to the bed. "Worst case scenario we'll have to call someone from the teambuilding course," he mumbles. "Or ask Gretchen if she has a key," Donna counters, making Harvey pause for a second.
"No," he shakes his head, letting himself fall down on the matrass, "we're not asking Gretchen. I'd never be able to face her again." She follows his lead, laying herself down next to him. Both completely naked, chained to the other they stare at the ceiling in silence.
"Duct tape," he mumbles a minute later then. "Duct tape?" she repeats, turning her head to the right to look at him. "How are you going to fix this with duct tape?" she mumbles, her eyes locking with his, he looks at her again. "I have no idea," he answers, "I was thinking about your question from yesterday. What I'd bring to an abandoned island," he adds with a smile. Letting his right hand run through his hair.
She lets out a breath, her face falling into something that should resemble a frown. "We're naked, chained together and you're thinking about a question I asked you last night," she responds, her voice turning softer at the end. She smiles at him then. "I don't know whether I should be annoyed or if I love you even more now," she adds and he smiles squeezing her hand.
"I hope the latter," he answers pressing his lips against her forehead. "A bobby pin," she mumbles then, her hand falling on his chest. "What on earth are you going to do with a bobby pin on a deserted island," he mumbles rolling himself back. "Huh..." she whispers in confusion, "no..," she shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts again. "For this," she lifts both their hands. "A bobby pin. We could try and open it with a bobby pin," she continues pushing herself up, he hums in agreement.
Following her back to the bathroom, he watches her search through make up bag. Pulling out things he remembers seeing spread out over the sink in his own bathroom he leans against the counter. Just studying her, remembering himself he should bring up the moving in again after this weekend. "There," she smiles pulling out the small light brown pin. Her face falling into a frown again, she looks at the object between her fingertips and the cuffs.
"Okay so uhm," she mumbles twitching her lips. She's thinking of the next step, her thumb pushing against the rubber ending of the pin. It pops off and she opens the pin. "Here goes nothing," she mumbles fidgeting the pin in the keyhole with her left hand. Bending it a bit as she tries to turn it around.
He remains silent just watching how she bites her lip, the wrinkled skin between her eyes showing she's deep in thought and then the sound of a click echoes through the room. Her mouth dropping in surprise she looks up at him then, her hand slipping out of the cuff, both arms raised in the air in victory she screams a yes. His arms fall around her waist, pressing his lips against hers he pulls back then.
"You're amazing, but I didn't think you'd be that happy to be freed from me," he teases her, seeing her lips part again in shock he smiles at her. "Do you want this thing removed or what," she points holding up the pin, bringing it out of his reach when he tries to reach for it. "Yes please," he mumbles holding up his left hand, she opens the second cuff as well. Dropping the pieces of metal aside he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thank you."
"Okay, get out now. Cause I have to get ready," she answers her hands on his chest, pushing him towards the door again. He raises his eyebrow, his head crooks as if he's wondering if she's serious, his hands covering hers on his chest.
"I said I need to get ready, I'm supposed to meet Rachel in twenty minutes," she counters, rocking back and forth on her heels. His hands run over her arms, pulling her closer until his head leans against hers. "I can be quick," he smirks, twirling her auburn locks around his fingers. "Ooh I know," she teases him, lifting herself on her toes, her nose brushing past his. He fakes a sigh. "That was once and –" Her lips silencing him, she walks both of them over to the shower.
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Her fingers running through her auburn locks, she ties her wet locks into a messy bun as she rushes down the path to the tables outside. "Hi," she mumbles letting herself fall down on the chair opposite of Rachel who hands her a coffee. The redhead reaches for it eagerly, taking a big sip she sighs. Placing it down again.
"Ooh, I needed that," she whispers, looking over the terrace again. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she asks then making Rachel let out a laugh. "Yes it is, but we're not going to talk about that or how you overslept," she makes air quotes with her hands when she pronounces the last word. "I..." Donna starts, "I didn't... No."
"So," Rachel smiles, handing her friend a menu, "two months already." Donna nods with a smile, she looks down at her cup of coffee. "To months today, yes," she whispers scanning the menu as she brunette stays quiet. "And you want to know how things changed," she adds then not even looking up. "Of course," Rachel chirps placing down the menu. "Cause eight months ago you were working for Louis all of a sudden and you don't have to be a genius to figure out something happened between you two, but what happened?" Rachel asks in one breath.
"He told me he loved me," Donna answers then, the words making Rachel smile. "Well obviously," the brunette whispers and Donna looks down, because if only it had been that easy. "When the liberty rail case was over," Donna mumbles, "we uhm... We had dinner at my place and it was a great night. We had fun and it was comfortable. It was something that missed. We didn't hang out outside of work anymore like we used to back in the D.A.'s office or even after that," she tells as her friend nods.
"So we ... Uhm... We were sitting on my couch and he starts telling me how he won't let anything happen to me, ever. That I never have to feel scared like I was during that trial again," Donna tells, thinking back to that one night months ago, seeing Rachel look at her with big eyes. "And he told me how with me it's different and he looks at me then and I don't really know how – "
"He kissed you," Rachel nearly chirps a giggle escaping her lips. The redhead shakes her head. "No," Donna whispers. "But I thought he would, more than that even. Wanted it," she mumbles. "And well it's no secret what Harvey used to be like," she scoffs. "But he got up and said he should leave. So when I asked him why, he told me he loved me," Donna lets out a breath.
"He..." Rachel mumbles and Donna nods. "Yeah, he told me he loved me instead of sleeping with me," Donna repeats, her friend showing the exact same look on her face hers showed that night. "Believe me I was just as confused," she continues, "maybe even in shock because something inside me clicked that night. Feelings I tried to bury or tell myself that it wasn't there for years, they just...appeared," she adds for the lack of a better word.
"So uhm... The next day I wanted to talk to him about what happened, but he wasn't even there when I walked into the firm. Well, you know what happened with Norma, but when I did find him later that day he couldn't. He couldn't have that conversation I needed. He even tried to pretend nothing had happened and when he finally started talking," she pauses letting out a breath when she thinks back to that fight.
"He was contradicting himself," she adds her lips falling into a thin line, Rachel looks at her. "Saying he said he loved me because he wanted to make me feel better," she whispers briefly raising her shoulders. She's fighting the tears, she hadn't expected to still get emotional over this, but then again she never told anyone exactly what happened.
"And then he took that back, saying he said it because he does love me and he wanted me to know it," she pauses, smiling now because she knows that was the truth now. "And I... I was just so confused, Rach," she whispers, shaking her head because it's so unlike her to not know, but maybe that's exactly why she's different for him. Because he's different for her.
"So I asked how? Love me how?" she mumbles looking down at her coffee. "But he couldn't answer, or didn't want to... "She sighs. "So yeah I left after that," Donna nods. "Don't get me wrong, because I didn't leave because he didn't feel the same. It would have been hard, but I would have been able to handle that. I left, because I knew he did. He did, but he didn't want to risk what we already had."
A tear rolls down her cheek, she quickly wipes it away. Not wanting to cry over something she didn't allow herself to shed tears over back then, and turned out so right in the end, but it hurts thinking back. "He didn't even want to have that conversation, that's why I left. It's one of the hardest things I ever did, but I had to do it. For me," she whispers.
"I couldn't stay with him, knowing that something that might have started all those years ago was still there and he wasn't even willing to have a conversation to find out what that could be," Donna explains. "I didn't just leave my boss, but my best friend. The man I had feelings for. I left what had been my constant, my day to day life for twelve years."
Rachel crooks her head, her hand covering that of Donna's. "And he hated me for it, for putting myself first. Or... Well that's what it felt like, because I've seen him act around people he can't stand. One lawyer after the other, but he treated me as if he didn't know me at all. I thought he'd turn around, that this silence treatment was just a stage, but he didn't. Not after a day, a week. Or a month and I had to escape that... That feeling."
"I had to move on," she whispers then. "Because I realised then that there was no point in waiting for someone who might never be ready," she shakes her head, "I'd already given him twelve years of my life and I needed.. Acknowledgement, something. I don't really know, but that's when I met Mitchell and he was funny and smart and he was emotionally available. He made me feel wanted and it was what I needed at that time," she tells her friend whom she'd only told small bits about that very man.
She pauses for a second, both of them ordering breakfast. She places the menu in the cart holder. "You know of course what happened with the compensation vote and Louis trying to get Harvey suspended for punching him," she taps her hand against the table. "And maybe you do know, but I found out then that when I left him, he started having panic attacks. Obviously not just because of me, but I had to find out about that and the fact that he was in therapy because Louis recorded it on his Dictaphone."
"Louis?" Rachel repeats and Donna nods, "Yeah," she sighs, "and well then Mike got arrested," Donna whispers and Rachel looks down. "And Louis stopped by that night to tell me what happened," she pauses letting out a small laugh. "You know what my first thought was when I saw Louis panicking?"
"Harvey," Rachel whispers and Donna nods. "Yep," she whispers plopping the 'p', "I was seeing this perfect guy named Mitchell and still Harvey was the first thing on my mind. I told myself that thought didn't matter. That that comes with working with your best friend for over a decade, that it was because we agreed on trying to be friends again," she shakes her head, "but well you already know it wasn't just that."
"I went back to Harvey because I knew he needed me," she adds. "I was there when he hired Mike... Hell, I was the one who winked," she mumbles looking down. "Winked?" Rachel mumbles and Donna smiles. "Yeah, when uhm... Harvey was doing the interviews all these Harvard kids were so boring and he really didn't even want to be doing interviews in the first place. So he told me to give them all a hard time and I had to wink if they said something clever and then there was Mike."
"With his photographic memory," Rachel mumbles, making Donna laugh. "Yeah, but I felt responsible too. I kept his secret from you, from Jessica, Louis... Everyone and I knew Gretchen couldn't be caught up in it, but mostly I wanted to help. That's why I went back."
"And we worked on that case and my dad got brought up in it and Harvey was there. Fixing this mess because of something I asked him years ago and we fought those days. Because I felt like I had to choose between my father and him, with Anita trying to make me turn on Harvey. But he kept that promise he made again that night after liberty rail. That he wouldn't let anything happen," she looks at Rachel, it's hard to talk about this time because he couldn't realise the same for the younger woman's fiancé.
"I told you I left because there was no point in waiting for someone who would never be ready and I wasn't expecting anything, because I thought I had moved on. I really did, but you know what he said after I came to thank him?" she pauses, seeing Rachel shake her head. "That he would understand if I wanted to go back to Louis."
"For anyone that might seem like nothing, but for him... I know that that was a big deal," she whispers. "And it were the little things like that. Him thanking me for getting files or coffee, something he never did in all those years. Things like that, that made me wonder and then you know he showed up at my place. Asking what to do and I talked him out of turning himself in. Told him that I didn't want to lose him." Rachel swallows looking down, Donna covers the hand of her friend. "I'm – "
"Don't be," Rachel shakes her head. "Mike made that decision, not you or me or Harvey. Mike did," she answers. Donna nods smiling at her friend. "So uhm... There I was, telling Harvey I didn't want to lose him. Yet telling myself I had moved on. That I found this guy that was perfect, checked every box. Was on the same emotional level as I was," she looks down a chuckle escaping her lips.
"Turns out I wasn't the one in touch with her feelings," she nods. "He asked me to move in with him." Rachel's mouth drops a little, "Mitchell? Mitchell asked you to move in. Why didn't you tell me?" she whispers. "Because Mike was in prison and I didn't want to bother you with my problems. But yeah he did and honestly that shocked me. The fact that he asked that and I hadn't seen it coming. So uhm, when he asked I started picturing the rest of my life and that's when I knew he wasn't the right one for me."
"You pictured Harvey," Rachel whispers and Donna nods softly. "I'd like to say I didn't but yeah.. The fact I never really got closure on what happened between us, made me unable to move on. So I ended things with Mitchell, because it wasn't fair to him or myself for that matter. I ended things, because I needed to figure things out for myself, not because I expected or hoped Harvey would make a move."
"But he did?" Rachel comments, pushing her coffee to the side she lets the waiter place down the two plates of waffles. "Not directly," Donna comments as she takes a bite from her food. Humming in satisfaction, she takes another big bite. "But the night Jessica left, I came to check on him. Ask him if he was okay and I've seen him deal with moments like that over the years and it's always in silence and alone, but when I asked him if he wanted to be alone he said no."
Rachel smiles, toning down her inner excitement when Donna looks at her. "And this is going to sound real cheesy and insignificant but when I stood next to him, he grabbed my hand," Donna tells, she sees Rachel give her puppy eyes. "And we never touch, so yeah that uhm... Freaked me out a little," she bites her lip, nodding at her own words.
"A lot, "Rachel corrects her friend who grins at her. "A lot, yes," she agrees, "but somehow he knew that and since then things were more open in a way, I can't even explain it. But we talked more about things that weren't work related, we often had dinner in the office. And just one day we were talking about this one time we had dinner with my mom and her boyfriend and the shrimps I made back then and it was so random but all of a sudden he said that I should have cooked them differently or something. I laughed, telling him what would he know about cooking shrimps and he said he could and we ended up buying them at a market near my place and he made me dinner."
Rachel grins, raising her eyebrows when Donna takes another bite from her pancakes. "It was delicious by the way and then he just kissed me," she smiles. "And let's just say that everything that was ruined by that stupid couch got also fixed on said couch after that kiss. That one night, turned into a weekend and that weekend turned into days at either's place and I actually moved in with him," Donna states then as she now smiles brightly at the realisation of a day earlier.
"What?" Rachel mumbles, but Donna just nods with a smile. Letting her know her friend heard it correctly. "We didn't exactly date, or do things the traditional way," Donna laughs, "but after so many years maybe that's even better. There was no reason to wait anymore, to try. I just knew that when it happened he was in it and so was I… And the very thing that made me question my future, just happened with Harvey without even realising it. That's how I know for sure that he is indeed the one for me."
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A bagel in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, she patiently waits for the elevator to bring her back to the twelfth floor. Juggling the object in her hand, she manages to open the door to his room. "Harv," she whispers, looking around she notices the bed exactly the way they left it this morning. Her eyes scanning the rest of the room, but the couch and balcony are empty too.
She takes a few more steps then, looking to her right through the door opening that connects his room with hers. A smile forming on her lips she sees him then, spread out over the bed in her room, soft snores escaping his lips.
Placing the breakfast she brought along for him on the cabinet, she drops her phone on the couch. Kicking of her slippers she climbs on the bed next to him. Her left hand resting on his chest, she caresses his face. Watching him sleep, his eyes fluttering a little she smiles.
He mumbles her name as she lets her fingers trace the muscles of his arm. "What were you dreaming about," she whispers, her finger pressing against his cheek. She points out how he was smiling. "You," he whispers, "just us." She smiles looking at him.
"Anything interesting happening?" She asks then and he smirks, because he can see right through her but he shakes his head. "Nothing.. Just..," he mumbles. She crooks her head now, curious. "Harvey we woke up with handcuffs together this morning I think you can tell me what you dreamt about."
He laughs then, pulling her closer, "a pillow fight," he smirks. "We were having a pillow fight." It takes a few seconds to register before she realises he's serious, and she smiles then. Pressing her lips against his, her hand moves to the right but he stops her, turning her around.
"No," he shakes his head, but she pulls the pillow he was sleeping on from under him, slapping it against his back. "Ooh," he laughs shaking his head. He kisses her, his hands on either side of the other pillow as she manages to roll her way of the bed. "You're not getting away with that," he counters running after her.
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He paces around her bed. "What items had I mentioned already?" he asks then thinking out loud, she follows his gaze. "A knife," she starts. He looks at her again; a laugh escaping his lips when she signals herself and he nods. "Ooh and duct tape," she adds.
"Bobby pins," he counters with a smirk, but she shakes her head. "No, no bobby pins," she rules out the very object that came in so handy that morning. "Uhm.." he stutters, bringing his hand to his chin he looks around. "My towel," he states then, his eyes locking with hers again and she smiles. Taking a mental note to ask him what makes that very towel so special.
"Five movies," he counters the question, now it being just random objects instead of things needed for survival. She thinks for a second. "Legally.." he already shakes his head, she pauses her answer. Mumbling a 'no' about her first movie choice. She pouts then crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I can't bring Legally Blonde, but you can bring Clueless," she counters, shaking her head. "That doesn't make any sense. Mine even mentions Harvard, you went to Harvard," she reasons pointing at him.
He lets out a sigh, sitting himself down near her feet on her pool bed. "But Clueless is one of the most underappreciated movies of our time and who cares about Harvard," he reasons, "next?" he asks looking at her. "Fine," she gives in dropping her arms to the side, she moves her legs up a little. "I'll bring the 1996 version of Hamlet," she counters with a devilish smile, hearing him sigh.
"And Casablanca," she adds with a smirk as she's now mentioning movies she knows he watched too, but because of her. He hums, looking down at her feet pressing against the side of his leg, his hand covering her right foot as she continues. "His Girl Friday."
He smirks then, looking up at her again he places her right leg on his lap. His hands moving over her ankle to her toes, her eyes widen in the process she looks at him with a questioning face. "And Star Trek," she adds then, making him smile.
"Good choice," he counters, his thumb pressing against the arch of her foot, softly massaging it. Leaning back on her elbows she looks at him then. "I love being my own boss, but right now I wish I had a boss who'd do that for me too," Tara states then, her words making them break their gaze.
Both of them looking at the brunette, Donna swallows not sure how to respond when Harvey doesn't stop massaging her foot either. Harvey just laughs, "Comes with the twelve years. Part of her contract," he adds nodding his head at Donna, who chuckles. Shaking her head at Tara to let her know that isn't true.
"Remember the first time you did this," she whispers then and he pauses for second, before he nods. "We'd just moved back to the firm. Hardman had that New Year's Party and we were dancing," he answers, thinking back to that night.
"Everyone was dancing," Donna states as she looks at Tara who listens at them. "And you tripped over those ridiculously high heels," Harvey continues, she looks at him in shock now. "No," she shakes her head. "First of all," she raises her hand, "they're not ridiculously high and second I didn't trip, you stepped on my foot."
"I got pushed in the back by Soloff," Harvey counters and Donna nods. "He was probably jealous he couldn't dance with me," she smirks looking at Tara again who smiles chuckling. "Not everyone wants to dance," Harvey counters. "With you yeah," Donna fires back. "But everyone wants to dance with Donna," she smirks, signalling her hands at herself.
"Don't you agree, Mike?" Donna asks then looking up at her friend. "Absolutely," the younger man answers, "can't agree more," Mike adds as he slaps Harvey on his shoulder. "Jeff, Benjamin and I are going to race of those slides over there and I need a team mate," Mike states, changing the topic as he has no clue what the redhead was actually referring to.
He looks over his shoulder, turning back with a big grin on his face. "Okay," Harvey taps Donna's feet, making her pull them back he jumps up. Walking away with the other men, she just stares in the distance as he turns the corner. A nearly inaudible "I am in love with an actual five year old," leaving her lips, she lets herself fall back on the bed, but deep down the sight only brings back the memories of how he used to be when she first met him.
xxx
Walking up the stairs to the top of the water slide, he rolls his shoulders. His face cringing a little as his back aches. A small sigh of pain escaping his lips, he sits down after Jeff went down the slide. The action not going unnoticed to his former associate, the younger man looks at his direction with a smirk smile. "You're having too much sex with Donna," Mikes states then, sitting himself down at the top of the other slide. Both of them waiting for the light to turn green. "We didn't," Harvey counters crossing his legs as the instructor explains to them.
"What," Mike frowns. "I thought you two were together," he states, following the instructions too. "Yeah," Harvey sighs, rolling his eyes. "I just meant that my shoulders aren't hurting because of that," the older man answers emphasizing the last word. "Really?" Mike counters not buying anything of it. "Yeah really," Harvey counters, he looks at the lighting again, but it's still red. "What then?" Mike counters briefly raising his hands, making the instructor point out he should cross them again.
"A pillow fight," Harvey mumbles, seeing the light changing in the corner of his eye. "Ooh look at that, time to go," he adds, laying himself down. He moves down the right challenger slide. Mike letting out a sigh before he follows him in the other slide, but Harvey makes it down first.
Jumping up out of the water again he frowns at his friend. "That was not fair," Mike states. "You should pay better attention to the lights. It was green," Harvey counters as he walks his way through the rest of the pool. "So a pillow fight," Mike states teasingly. "Seriously?" Harvey frowns, shaking his head. He isn't even thinking about telling the man anything else.
xxx
She's sitting at the edge of the pool. Her feet dangling in the water, she looks at her red painted nails. Wiggling her toes. Her head slowly lifting, she looks at him swimming right in front of her. As much as they try to keep things a secret about them, and they haven't technically told anyone differently or showed any real sign of affection. She can't help but being drawn to him.
Spend time with him, just looking at him and she knows it's the same for him. The way he often sits next to her. His hand on her knee when they're seated next to each other over dinner, or the kisses he places on top of her head when no one notices it. Or when they think no one notices it.
She's aware their behaviour towards each other is different from what it's been at the office, but then again they aren't in a work environment at the moment. And the fact that none of the others have ever spend time with both of them in a situation like this is the only thing that allows her to believe in the thought that maybe the rest wouldn't even notice. She also knows the only ones they're kidding are themselves.
He swims towards her then. His hand briefly running over her calf, he leans on the edge of the pool next to him. He smiles, feeling like a teenage boy when he's near her, but he just can't stop smiling. Her head crooks, she looks at him. A giggle escaping her lips, she notices how he twitches his nose when a droplet falls from his hair on his face.
Instinctively she moves her hand through his hair, he frowns giving her a questioning face. They're sitting right in front of the rest. She pulls back instantly, letting her hands rest behind her back. Leaning a bit away from him. "A magnifying glass," he says then. Making her frown, she thinks for a second. "Hmmm. Yeah, that could work," she nods in agreement. He lets his arms slide of the edge again, bringing his shoulders under water again.
He keeps looking at her. "Okay," he mumbles then, "You've got to help me get out of this pool," he states as he rolls his shoulders then. She frowns for a second, but doesn't ask any further extending her arm. His hand grabbing onto it, he fakes climbing out of the water, but instead pulls her in the pool with him.
She falls into the water on top of him, both going under water. She pushes herself back up, but the look on his face makes any anger inside her disappear. Her arms falling on his shoulders, she tries to push him under the water, his arms on her waist turning her around.
Both laughing, they wrestle in the water. Her arms eventually falling around his neck. His face only inches away from her, their eyes lock and she swallows then, fighting every fibre in her being from not giving in. He swallows too, seeing the look in her eyes. Neither of them really wanting to end this moment.
"Pretend you're really mad at me for pulling you into the water," he whispers then and she frowns a little, before he nods, "just do it." The words barely having left his lips as her hand right hand softly slaps against his face, her left falling flat on the water, creating the accompanied sound effect she needed. Sighing she lets go then, pushing herself back up on the edge. "Dammit Specter," she mumbles just loud enough for the rest to hear, she reaches for her bag. Her name leaving his lip in a plead, he now effortlessly lifts himself out of the pool too.
"Donna," he begs, his hand reaching for her arm but she pulls it away. He has to hold his laugh as she's turning it into a scene on purpose. Ever the actress, but he loves it. "You ruined my hair," she sighs bringing the handles of her bag over her shoulder. She just shakes her head at him, a single tear, Demi Moore style rolling over her cheek.
He bites his tongue, now quickly grabbing his own blue striped towel. She walks away from him. "Donna," he grunts again, "look I'm sorry," he argues, his hands in the air he follows her, not missing the heads that all turned when they watched this spectacle. She looks over her shoulder then, her eyes wide when she sees him again. He meets her with the same look, both not really sure what to say or do as they move away from the group, but most of all she still has no clue as to why he asked her to do this.
He reaches for her hand then when they're near the lobby, bringing her towards him. His hands moving to her face, he kisses her briefly. Wrapping his towel around her shoulders, he pulls back again. "Now let's see if we can survive on an island," he smiles. She questions his actions without using a word, he just points at the little wooden boat behind her. A picnic basket and blanket inside it she smiles then. Remembering her own words from a few days ago.
"I'm sorry I ruined your hair, though," he whispers in her ear, guiding her to the little boat. "No you're not," she whispers and he grins shaking his head. "No I'm not," he agrees as he steps aside. "My fair lady, your boat awaits," he speaks. He holds up his hand, bowing down she bites her lip as she takes his hand. Letting him help her get into the boat.
She drops her back, sitting down in the back on top of the blanket, he pushes the boat away from the beach. Climbing in himself he smiles at her. "Harvey, where are we going," she whispers then and he grins. He loves it when he's able to surprise her. "There's a private beach about two miles from here," he points to the north, "rented it for today."
Her mouth drops a little before she bites her lip. "I don't know what to say," she whispers and he laughs. "Too bad that's not a first anymore, but I love it when I can surprise you." She looks down, shaking her head. He has no idea how often he actually did, but she just pretended she knew. "So you're going to row us there?" she whispers, signalling the paddles.
"Actually," he counters as a small speedboat drives it way up to them. "I arranged for us to get guided to it," he adds handing the man on the boat the other end of the robe that was attached to the boat. He brings in the paddles. "But I could," he counters, leaning himself back in the front of the boat.
*now*
She smirks, turning around in his arms. Their gazes meeting again, she slides her arms around his neck. "That was some pretty good acting yourself, mister," she whispers on his lips. Finally kissing him then, without either one pulling away. Without the possibility of someone interrupting them.
"So," he mumbles, his hands running over her back. He looks at her again, "do you really want to get those coconuts, search for water and build a fire or will we go for a swim and have a picnic?" he asks, already knowing her answer as her lips twitch at his last option.
"Swimming it is," he whispers, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist he carries her back to the shore. Stepping into the warm sea water, a wave rolls up. The water hitting his legs and her back. She smiles and he lets go of her then. Her legs dropping back down, she digs her feet into the sand.
Turning around in his embrace, she lets herself lean against his chest. Her arms resting on top of his, nothing but the ocean ahead of them she stares into the distance. "It's beautiful," she whispers as he looks at her. "Yeah it is," he agrees, but he only has eyes for her.
xxx
Tara drops her book once more. Checking the time on her phone it's been over an hour since the incident and no one has made a comment on it yet. She looks around then, wondering if unknown to her they'd returned, but she comes up empty. "Louis," the pregnant architect wakes her fiancé then, his eyes opening when her hand stirs his arm. "Do you think everything is okay with them?"
The lawyer sits himself back up, looking around now too he comes to the same conclusion. "They're still not back," he mumbles her exact thoughts out loud, getting up. Bringing his hand to his head to block the sun, he takes a few steps forward to take in the rest of this resort area.
Tara turns around on her bed then. "Rachel," she asks now, making the young lawyer look at her. Asking her the same question, she just asked Louis. Rachel hums in acknowledgement. "Well they'd been arguing about this desert island thing all weekend, so maybe.." she mumbles, trying to cover for her friend as she's pretty sure that's not what happened.
"Yeah right," Jessica laughs, looking to her right then. "They just wanted some privacy," Jessica states then. Her words finally making Tara connect the dots. "So, they are together?" Tara mumbles. "Yes," Jessica answers, both Rachel and Gretchen nod in return too.
xxx
He wraps his towel around her shoulders, holding her close as she lays besides him in the boat. Somewhere along the way from the shore back to the wooden rowing boat they lost their swim clothes. Too occupied with the other, stolen kisses and touches to even bother about where they'd have to find said objects later again. He runs his hand through her auburn locks, she reaches for the cool box he brought along.
"Let's see what you planned," she whispers lifting the lid of the box, his hand drawing abstract patterns down her spine as he stays in his place on top of the bed he created with cushions and blankets. "Champagne," she chirps, pulling out the bottle. She hands it back to him. Reaching for the two glasses next to it, he pours both of them a glass.
"To two months," she clings her glass against his. "Twelve years and two months," he answers and she looks at him then. "Really?" she almost rolls her eyes, but he just smirks. "That's not even the exact line," she counters and he laughs now. "What was it again?"
"Three months," she whispers. "Twelve year and three months," she adds, thinking back to the movie she finally managed to make him watch a few weeks ago. "But it's twelve years, eight months and a week. Give or take. Not that I'm keeping track," she mumbles the last part as she looks away.
"Of course not," he laughs, his finger hooking under her chin. He makes her look at him again. Kissing her, both of them take a sip from their glass, they finish the lunch he planned for them. "So is this what it is going to be like?" he whispers his thumb running over her fingers as he looks her in the eye.
"When we have an argument," he adds and she smiles looking at him. "This wasn't an argument." He opens his mouth to protest, shaking his head. "We're not going to argue if this was an argument or not." She lets her hand run over his chest, along his collarbone until she lays back against his shoulder.
"A discussion," he whispers then using another term and she chuckles. "Just don't ask me what I'd bring to the moon cause that would be a bit difficult to realise," he tells her. "I promise," she whispers, closing her eyes for a second as he kisses her temple.
xxx
"I don't want to keep us a secret anymore," he whispers breaking the silence a few minutes later. "I told Rachel, but I told her not to tell Mike," she answers and he laughs, because it's exactly what he did but with the other half of that couple. "I told Mike, but asked him to keep things quiet too," he mumbles letting his hand run over her left arm to her hand. She smiles again, lifting her hand against his making their fingers intertwine. "Jessica probably knows." He nods a soft chuckle escaping his lips, he closes his eyes for a second.
"Within 5 minutes after seeing me at the airport," Harvey explains. "She said I smiled too much." Donna laughs, twisting a little to look at him. "I love your smile," she confesses, it's something she's thought for years. It's one of the simple things that made her fall in love with him in the first place.
"Louis noticed it too you know," he counters, his fingers tracing the freckles on her hips and thighs. "Not us, but the smiling," he adds and he sees her grin. "You just make me very happy, okay." He nods making that statement and she blushes now. "He seems happy too," Harvey continues as he thinks about how his fellow name partner just like himself has changed over the past few months. " Louis with Tara. Didn't think they'd be having a baby by now, but –"
"It's not his," Donna interrupts him then. She pushes herself up a little. Looking at him, she explains how Tara was pregnant with her ex, but only found out after she and Louis got together. She sees him swallow as he processes the information she's just given him. A small smile on her lips, because she knows how he feels when it comes to family, but their friend's situation is just completely different.
He looks at her then, her explanation of Louis' situation in the back of his mind and he comes to only one conclusion. He wants her to have his children. "Donna," he whispers, pushing himself up a bit, he sits next to her. Their eyes locking, he doesn't speak and neither does she, but she nods slowly. Lifting herself a little she draws him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses the corner of his mouth. His hands moving from her knees, over her thighs to her hips as she lowers herself an inch. Their eyes locking once more. Both remaining silent, already knowing what the other feels and thinks.
She kisses him again, lowering herself on him. The feeling of nothing separating them, both making them gasp. Her head thrown back a little, his open mouth resting against hers they stare into the other's eyes. Slowly rolling her hips against his, her kisses her deeply again. It's slow, passionate, and above all filled with twelve years of love for the other, his hands moving over her sides, needing to feel more of her even though she couldn't physically get any closer.
They don't speak, but the way she touches him and the look in his eyes still vocalize the promises of forever they've been whispering to each other for weeks now. Her hands cupping his face, he leans towards her. His hand sliding back over her leg, hooking his hand around her knee as he lays both of them down. His body hovering above hers, it's him who's taking the lead now. Slowly he keeps thrusting inside her, she keeps looking at him with admiration.
Kisses stolen in between moans and inaudible words leaving both their lips. Caressing his face, her fingers lingering over the moles above his eye brow. His hand catches her left hand, his digits slipping between hers he holds her hands. She smiles at him then, softly almost shy as if she's never been as exposed before as she is right now and maybe in a way they both are.
He smiles back at her, kissing her again not knowing it was possible to fall in love with her, the woman he was head over heels with already, even more. She lifts her leg a little hooking it around his waist, like she's done a dozen times, but this time it's everything and beyond. Both moaning when he enters her even deeper, her hand falling against his shoulder, her back arches by all the sensations she's feeling.
He kisses her neck then, slightly picking up the pace as he can feel by the way her body starts to tremble, the breathless whimpers leaving her lips that she's close. "Ooh.." she moans. "Har –" the rest of his name left unspoken by his lips capturing hers again. Her hand sliding to his neck, his forehead rests against hers.
Her gaze moving from the way his bottom lip trembles as she meets him with every thrust he's giving to his eyes, she can't help but smile at him. Kissing him again as her orgasm washes over her. She pants. A gasp escaping her lips, she pulls back, their hands untangling she pulls him closer with both her hands on his shoulder.
He follows her soon after. Her name on the tip on his tongue, but he's completely speechless as he tries to catch his breath. His hands on either side of her head, his fingers running through her auburn manes. His body collapses on top of hers. Their legs still intertwined, his head on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest they just lay there for a while.
xxx
"I don't ever want to lose you," he whispers, letting his hand run over her face when he looks up at her again. She smiles, covering his hand with hers. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispers, it are words they both said in various variations and deep down they've always been true, but now they mean even more.
Every conversation, fight and rough patch over the twelve years only made them stronger, both knowing that together they're the best versions of who they can be. "Good," he mumbles, turning her hand around in his, "cause you sounded a little too happy to be freed from me this morning," he teases her, but it had made him worry.
When it comes to her, to them, he can still be insecure and she notices that look in his eyes. The best closer the city has ever seen vulnerable right in front of her, just because of her. Her smile disarming his worries and maybe even her own as she whispers how that wasn't exactly the way she pictured being tied to him.
He smirks then. "So you thought about it?" he mumbles and she closes her eyes briefly looking away, sharing her dreams with him was still something she had to get used to after all these years of ignoring them. "I think about a lot of things," she whispers then. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looks at him again.
The words bringing them back twelve years. "And you would," he counters, more of a statement than a question, she nods slowly then, ignoring the words she said all those years ago. "Yes," she whispers, "but Louis asked Tara after two months and wasn't that a little soon?" she asks wondering out loud.
"So you don't want me to pull out the ring I bought you now?" he mumbles, her mouth dropping. It somehow still surprised her, "because we do know each other longer than two months," he smirks. "Wh.. what?" she whispers now, her eyes searching for his as the moment throws her off her game. "I know we've only been together for two months, but it's been over –"
"Not that," she mumbles, "the other thing… You, you bought a ring?" He smiles, nodding his head. He reaches for her hand again. "I did," he answers, "got it a week after we got together." She stares at him, speechless and overwhelmed. The words sounding so familiar she laughs then.
"If this is you proposing to me, you better not be quoting 'The Office' to me," she shakes her head, looking at him again and this time it's him who frowns. "What?" he mumbles. "Jim and Pam. When he gets her an engagement ring he says he got it a week after they started dating," she explains looking at him, his frown growing even more.
"They… they got together?" he asks and she nods, mumbling an 'of course.' "Wait. Spoiler," he pouts, "and we were watching it together…" he pauses. She gives him that smile he can never object to. "Harvey," she whispers then. "Yeah," he looks at her again.
"Maybe you should get back to proposing," she speaks softly and he smiles, nodding in agreement. He looks down at his fingers caressing the back of her hand. He's thought about this moment nonstop for the past few days now, ever since he decided he was going to ask her this weekend. Numerous of different speeches crossed his mind, but neither can describe the way he's feeling right now and maybe he doesn't need them at all.
Only four words summarizing what he really wants, he looks her in the eye again as he speaks. "Will you marry me?" She smiles, feeling her eyes tear up just a little. "Yes," she whispers, kissing him briefly. "Yes, I will."
xxx
"I guess we should tell everyone now," he whispers, his hand running over her arm and she nods. "Marcus, your sisters, your mom," he mumbles. "My dad," she adds and he nods. "Your dad doesn't like me," he counters and lets out a breath. "That's not true, he was very grateful for you helping him with those charges," she answers and he nods.
"That's not what I meant," he whispers and she nods. "He thinks you broke my heart, but I'm sure he'll turn around when he sees how happy you make me." He smiles, kissing the top of her head. "We also need to tell the rest here," he adds then, but she shakes her head a little. "They all know already," she whispers, "the only one who might haven't noticed it is –"
"Donna!"
Both their heads automatically popping up, they're staring into the eyes of the man whose name was on the tip of her tongue mere seconds ago. "Lou.. Louis," she exclaims, pulling the blanket further over her body, Harvey instantly reaching for his shirt to cover her up too.
"Ooh my god," Louis exclaims automatically closing his eyes, covering his former view with his hand. "You two.. were," Louis mumbles turning around. "You.. I … " he takes a few steps back.
"I need a day."
