So, this chapter is actually rated M as well. Originally, I was going to post a different chapter, which is not rated M, but ultimately, I decided that one needed a little more tweaking. So, for those of you who do not like that kind of thing material, my next chapter will be rated somewhere around K+

Also, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I truly appreciated each and every one!

Hope you enjoy this latest chapter!

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She knows this is wrong. She's certain that she'll regret it in the morning – there isn't a doubt in her mind that she should stop it immediately.

But his hands, his mouth, the feel of his body pressed up against hers – it's too hard to say no. And her wine-induced haze is all but compelling her to keep going. It just feels too good – his lips on her neck, his fingertips gliding all over her body, she doesn't ever want it to end.

So, she doesn't push him away and recite all of the reasons they shouldn't do this. No, instead, she lets him guide her through his apartment with so much ease that it's as if they've been practicing for years. And before she can even begin to second guess, he's steering her through his bedroom door.

She barely has time to breath before he's peeling her out of her clothes, leaving them scattered across his floor. "Christ… look at you," he mutters as he takes a moment to admire her clad in nothing but her bra and panties. "You're perfect," he adds as his eyes and hands continue to trace every inch of her.

His words coupled with the feel of his fingers grazing her skin is setting her on fire in the most delicious way imaginable.

He's everywhere all at once – caressing and squeezing and worshipping every piece of her.

The way he's touching her, it wakes every nerve ending in her body, making her feel completely light-headed and warm. It's truly like nothing she's ever experienced. It's as if he's trying to memorize and appreciate all of her at once.

And the way he's looking at her – those dark eyes burning into her flesh as they study each and every curve. She watches intently as his eyes all but devour her, the smoldering need she finds in his gaze making her stomach flutter and her temperature rise. She's but all but certain no one has ever looked at her quite like this before.

She's never felt so desired in her life and the fact that it's Harvey who's making her feel like this – it's causing her head to spin.

So, as much as she never wants it end, she also kind of needs it to before she falls even deeper into whatever seems to be happening here.

She just needs this to be like the other time. She needs it to just be sex.

Because right now – it's feeling like a hell of a lot more than that. And even her foggy brain knows that's a recipe for disaster.

"Harvey, c'mon," she pleads, unable to suppress the whine in her voice, as she tries to lift his t-shirt up his body and get this whole thing moving.

Complying with her silent request, he flashes her a quick smirk before swiftly pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side before refocusing his attention on nipping at her neck.

"You better not leave a mark," she grumbles, just trying to snap out of the intense emotional turmoil she's feeling, as she unbuckles his belt and works on removing his pants.

"No promises," Harvey murmurs against her skin as his fingers inch up her back and reach to unhook her bra.

"I'm serious," she warns, although it doesn't sound as stern as she intends.

"Maybe I want to mark you up a bit," he retorts, breathing the words into her ear as he uses a tone so seductive and teasing that a shiver literally goes down her spine.

"Harvey," she says, meaning to chastise him, but instead, she practically moans his name as he cups one of her breasts.

God, she's hopeless when it comes to this man.

As she attempts to gather herself and try that again, he gets on his knees and strokes the back of her thighs before hooking his fingers around her thong and pulling it down her silky smooth legs. An audible groan leaves his lips the moment her panties fall to the floor and she can't help but blush when she sees how much darker his eyes have become.

"Fuck," he says as he shakes his head in disbelief. Not even trying to hide an ounce of his appreciation for her, he allows himself enough time to fully grasp the sight of her naked and beautiful and within reach before finally standing up and gathering her in his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," he murmurs into her hair as he relishes the feel of her body pressed right up against him.

She feels like she should say something, but it's quite possible that she's forgotten how to form words. And before she can even think about trying, they are falling onto the mattress in a frenzy of wandering hands and tangled limbs.

His hands and mouth are exploring her body like some of the best dreams she's ever had, making it virtually impossible to think straight. It's like the more he touches her, the more difficult it is to control herself.

He's nipping at her ears, kissing down the column of her neck, twirling his tongue around her nipples, massaging her breasts, squeezing her waist, and grabbing her ass in a way that's making her body shudder and her world spin.

Everything he's doing, she wants more – so much more.

Except, what she really needs is for him to just hurry up. He's being too gentle, too slow, too deliberate – she's starting to trick herself into believing that this is more than it is, that it's more than just a drunken hookup.

Because the way he's acting, the way he's kissing her, touching her, looking at her – it feels like so much more than that. But she knows better – she knows that in the morning, he'll want everything to go back to normal and if that's going to happen, she just needs to get them back on track.

"Harvey, c'mon… what are you doing? Just fuck me," she implores, exposing her frustration.

A chuckle immediately slips from his mouth as he flashes her a smile, rather amused by her impatience. "Relax, I'm… savoring this," he informs her before placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Trust me, will you?" He asks after pulling away, just slightly, to catch her gaze.

The look in his eyes – God, it does something to her.

Part of her just wants to get up and leave – pretend like this never happened and go on with their lives. She knows it's probably what she should do. She has a sneaking suspicion that letting this go on will ultimately ruin her. Get her hopes up so high only to be disappointed once again. Yeah, she's pretty sure that's where this is heading.

But yet, she doesn't move.

She must be even more fucked up than she realizes – putting herself through this. But, she just can't stop now.

She wants to see where this goes. Plus, he's got her so wound up that the thought of not getting off is seriously not an option right now.

She shouldn't stay. But she does.

"Just… stop stalling," she groans, eliciting another laugh from the man on top of her.

She desperately wants to flip him over and not give him a choice in the matter. She wants to sink down on him and ride him until she comes.

Except, she's also curious as to his plan. She wants to let him take the lead. She wants him to make her come.

So, she simply watches as he inches down her body, seemingly placing gentle kisses on each and every freckle within sight. She can feel her skin start to flush as he makes his way down her chest, taking a moment to swirl his tongue around each nipple, causing her to arch her back and let out an uncontrollable moan. Sensing his smile against her skin, she simultaneously wants to roll her eyes and beg him to do it again.

As he moves down her stomach, he continues to trail his lips down her body so thorough and slow that she wants to scream, she's so on edge. When he places a kiss right above her slit and purposefully avoids where she so desperately wants him, she can't hold it in any longer and releases a frustrated groan.

"Patience," he whispers as he nips at various spots on her inner thigh.

"Harvey," she pleads, hating herself for how eager she sounds.

Again, she feels his smiling lips against her skin and this time, she really does roll her eyes.

"Mmm… say that again," he requests before lifting his head and flashing her with a suggestive smile.

"Harvey," she chastises, meeting his eyes with a hell of a glare.

"Yeah, fuck – I love when you say my name like that," he tells her as his eyes bore into hers. "One more time," he appeals, his voice low and so damn seductive that it causes a tremble in her spine.

"Make me," she dares while narrowing her eyebrows in a silent challenge.

As a grin lights up his face, he immediately takes the bait and allows his fingers to graze her center, just enough to make her head fall back in pleasure. As he uses his thumb to lightly circle her clit, he does his best to fight off her hips, which are demanding more pressure on the aching spot between her legs.

"Harvey," she growls, momentarily forgetting the little game they're playing. The instant his name leaves her lips, she silently reprimands herself for being so easy when it comes to him. Without even glancing in his direction, she can tell he's pleased with himself – of course he is, she just gave him exactly what he wanted. But once he rewards her with the pressure she's seeking, she forgets all about her defeat and lets out a moan of appreciation.

Taking a moment to savor the sight in front of him, his eyes remain locked on her face, relishing the obvious effect he's having on her. The way she's biting down on her bottom lip, a blush coloring her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut, and her tousled red hair spread across his pillow as she pants out her breath – he can't remember ever being more attracted to her.

He lets her enjoy herself for another minute or so before he slows down, causing her to lift her head to meet his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how badly I want you?" He asks as he squeezes her thigh with the hand that's not busy in between her legs.

The comment causes her breath to hitch in her throat, but she does her best to hide that fact, instead snapping back at him with a quick retort. "I wish you'd show me," she says, offering him a flirtatious glare.

He grins at that, before quickly getting down on his elbows so he's close enough to practically feel the heat emanating from her core. Decidedly continuing to tease her just a little longer, he kisses several more spots on her thigh, inching higher each time, and causing her to hold her breath in anticipation.

He quickly parts her legs even wider and throws each one over a shoulder as he moves closer to her, letting his breath hit her in just the right spot. She tries to stifle the moan in her throat, but she just can't – he's driving her completely crazy.

Using his fingers to open her up, he slides his tongue from top to bottom, earning a happy sigh from the woman in his bed. As soon as he tastes her, he can't stop the groan from leaving his lips – he's spent the past twelve and a half years dreaming of that taste on his tongue and now that he's experiencing it again, it's more than a little surreal. Meanwhile, she's unable to hold back the mixture of gasps, sighs and moans from spilling out of her mouth as he continues to nip and suck at her.

In no time at all, her hips are rising to attention as she clutches chunks of Egyptian cotton in her fists and curls her toes into the mattress.

He's definitely not the first guy to do this to her – she's had plenty of men in between her legs, but never has it felt like this. It's barely been three minutes and she's already oh so close. She can feel herself nearing her release and she would be embarrassed by how turned on she is, but she just can't find it in herself to care.

"Harvey… oh fuck," she gasps as she throws her head back and closes her eyes.

He responds with an audible groan as his grip tightens on her thigh and he swirls his tongue around her clit. Her moans are starting to get louder and he can tell she's right on the edge, so he begins to hum and suck all at once. And within seconds, she completely unravels.

She's quivering in his sheets and trembling on his tongue as a combination of appreciative noises fall from her lips. He takes her the whole way through, reveling in the beautiful sounds filling the air until she's just a heap of jellied limps in his bed, completely breathless, but utterly content.

He lets himself watch her for just a few seconds – the rise and fall of her chest, the peachy glow spreading across her skin, and the look of total satisfaction on her face. But, the moment she opens her eyes, he starts to busy himself with kissing his way up her body, once again pressing his lips to every freckle within reach.

When he's finally hovering over her again, he nips at her throat, nibbles on her ear and then plants a kiss on her lips. "Feel better?" He grins, completely smug, as he pulls away just enough to meet her gaze.

She almost wants to slap that smirk right off his face, but she can't even deny – he's definitely earned it. Although, that fact still doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes at him. He laughs it off, though, just like she expected he would.

"I feel much better, actually…. thanks," she says, as she pats him on the shoulder while biting back a teasing smile. "I should probably get going though, I have an early yoga class in the morning," she quips.

"Funny," he retorts, not believing her for a second.

"Oh, sorry. Did you expect me to return the favor?" She asks, feigning innocence.

"Actually…" he begins as one hand slides down her body. "I'm not done with you yet," he informs her as his hand dips in the apex of her thighs and his lips find her pulse point.

She can't help but shudder at his words combined with the gentle touch of his fingers. "Well… in that case, I guess I can stay," she decides.

"Mmm… glad to hear it," he murmurs against her throat as he starts to toy with her again. Not wanting to overstimulate her so soon after her last orgasm, he just uses a fingertip to gently tease her clit, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Despite the fact that he's barely applying any pressure, his touch is still sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

He continues this slow and leisurely pace for God knows how long, just gently circling her clit while he nibbles at her neck. And even though she just came, he's already got her wanting more.

"Harvey," she says, panting for air as her hands slide down his chest and cup him through his boxers, finding him so hard that she's honestly impressed with how patient he's being.

"Shit," he groans, taking a moment to rest his forehead against her shoulder while he tries to suck in a breath.

"These need to go," she comments as she snaps the waistband of his boxers against his hip.

Chuckling into her tangerine locks, he nods his head in agreement before rolling off of her, hopping off the bed and quickly letting his boxers fall to the floor.

"Finally," she quips, a big smile sweeping across her face.

Responding with that signature Harvey Specter smirk, he lets her look for just a few seconds before he goes in search of a condom, opening his nightstand drawer and digging through it until he finds what he's after. As he rips open the wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom onto his cock, she lies in bed enjoying the show and anxiously waiting for the moment she gets to have him inside her again. After all, it's certainly been a long twelve and a half years.

Seconds later, he's back in bed and hovering over her as his tip presses against her warm center. "You sure about this?" He asks, trying to catch her gaze.

She's really not, but as she glances up at him, she can't help but melt at the look in his eye. She's not exactly sure what it is, but… the way he's looking at her – she really can see how much he cares. And well, that coupled with how insanely wound up she still is, it's enough to make the decision for her.

"Harvey… seriously – stop stalling," she implores as she wraps her legs around his hips, hoping he'll get the hint.

"I told you, I'm not stalling. I'm savoring," he retorts with a grin. "I've been wanting this for way too long," he confesses, his expression suddenly turning serious as he softly caresses her jaw.

Swallowing back the emotions that are bubbling to the surface, she tries not to put too much stock in his words. He's drunk and he's horny – it doesn't mean anything.

"Would you please just fuck me already?" She growls, trying to get them back on track.

"Yeah, I can do that," he says with a smile as he grabs his cock and lines them up while his eyes remain locked on her face, not wanting to miss her reaction to him. As she meets his mesmerizing gaze, the tension in the rooms builds to an entirely unbearable level while he slowly pushes inside of her. The intense eye contact alone is almost enough to make her lose the little control she has left, but pairing that with the overwhelming stretch she's feeling in between her legs and the heighted emotion caused by this whole night – she's seriously on thin ice.

"Fuck," he grunts as he gradually slides deeper and deeper. She's just so warm and wet and tight and just… Donna… that he can't possibly hold back.

When he finally bottoms out, he stalls his movements, pausing to let her adjust to his size. All these years, she's never been able to forget the way he filled her during the other time, but she's starting to think that she may have suppressed just how much.

"God, you feel incredible," he groans as nuzzles her neck.

Letting out a pleasurable sigh, she wiggles her hips, encouraging him to move. Getting the hint, he doesn't waste much time, immediately pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back in.

Donna responds with a breathless moan as her fingertips dig into his shoulder blades and she lifts her ass off the bed in order to meet his next thrust. Meanwhile, Harvey continues to ease in and out of her, slowly rocking his hips and allowing the pace to build gradually with each and every plunge.

Together, they move in harmony, quickly creating the perfect rhythm while Harvey can't keep his eyes off her face, relishing her body's response to him.

The next several minutes are spent cupping her ass, kneading her breasts, squeezing her waist, tangling his fingers in her hair – he truly can't enough of touching her.

He doesn't know how he'll ever go back to not touching her – he hopes to God he won't have to.

When she starts biting down on her lip again, he decides that he just has to kiss her and tilts his mouth to meet hers in a passionate and all-consuming kiss. At first, he only intends for it to be brief, but the moment their lips touch, he knows he can't pull away.

Slowing down the pace, he presses himself against her and frames her face with both hands as he continues to kiss her the way he should've been kissing her for the past fifteen years.

The sudden change in momentum throws her off and she's not sure what to make of it. He's just slowly rolling his hips as his teeth, tongue and lips explore every inch of her mouth.

She can't say she's not enjoying it, but this isn't the way it should be going. This feels too… intimate. It's too close and too slow and too serious.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was making love to her.

"Donna," he breathes her name in between kisses as his fingertips dance along her sides, delighting in the goosebumps left in their wake. After placing two more chaste kisses on her lips, he traces the line of her jaw with his mouth until he reaches her neck. And suddenly, he's sucking on her skin in such a way that's making her body tingle all the way to her toes.

The way he's placing kisses along her throat, the way his hands are caressing her body, the way he's pushing the hair out of her eyes and focusing on her face – it's not something she'd ever expect from him. She was expecting hot, passionate sex. She was expecting something similar to the other time with the added benefit of whatever tricks they've surely learned since then.

But this… this is slow and gentle and loving. It's the kind of sex that makes her feel beautiful and special and wanted and she just has no idea what to do with that.

And the fact that it's Harvey who's making her feel this way – who's basically making love to her… what is she supposed to make of that?

She's seconds away from completely spiraling when he changes the angle of his hips and hits her in just the right spot, causing her to let out a gasp. So, of course, he does it again and again and again until she's reeling.

"Harvey," she whines, using her legs to hold him tighter as her hands roam his back.

"Fuck," he groans as he grinds his pelvis against her. "You have no idea how hot it is when you say my name like that," he tells her, slightly pulling back to get a look at her face.

Before she has a chance to respond, he's leaning in for another kiss, only lingering on her lips for a beat or two. And when he pulls back, he just briefly glances at her with this look on his face that's something akin to awe. "Christ Donna, you really are perfect," he sighs as his hand caresses her jaw.

She's completely thrown by the praise and she honestly has no words. Her brain is spinning out of control as she tries to make sense of all this, but when he refocuses on her neck and then shoves his tongue in her ear, he successfully distracts her once again.

Finally, he starts rocking back and forth and she's more than a little relieved because whatever he was doing before – she couldn't handle much more of it.

She was honestly starting to think this could be the beginning of something – that maybe he was finally wanting her in the way she thought he never would. But no, she knows better than that.

So, when Harvey finally starts to pick up the pace, she's grateful. She had just been teetering on the edge of disaster and now that it's over, she can come and go home and forget that any of this ever happened.

He starts to dive into her again and again, her orgasm quickly gaining momentum with each passing second as she rewards him by echoing the most remarkable sounds.

It's not long before she's trembling under him, rotating and lifting her hips to match his efforts. He continues to thrust in and out of her while she clings to him and they both make an obscene amount of noise. She's gasping for air as he pushes her closer and closer to the limit and sensing just how close she is, he dips his fingers in between her legs and helps her along by teasing her clit.

It's only seconds later that she shudders against him, declaring her orgasm with a combination of enthusiastic sounds spilling from her lips, while he holds her tight and groans into her ear, meeting her orgasm wave for wave.

Soon, they are nothing but a collapsed pile of limps, still panting together and attempting to catch their breath as their hearts race in their chests. Donna lies back against the pillows, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, while Harvey rests his forehead against her collarbone, feeling no desire to leave her warm embrace.

When the oxygen finally returns to her brain, her anxiety begins to surface, dreading the inevitable conversation that's about to occur. More than anything, she wishes she could just sneak out of his bed and avoid those uneasy glances and awkward discussions.

But when Harvey finally pulls back from the crook of her neck, she doesn't even have a second to catch his eye before he's leaning in for a deep, searching kiss that makes her skin flush and her toes curl.

And once again, her mind is spinning.

He doesn't stop kissing her until they are both entirely out of breath, at which point he finally pulls away to meet her questioning gaze.

And what she sees in his eyes – it completely overwhelms her.

Immediately, she knows she needs to get out of there. She desperately needs to leave before she convinces herself this all means something.

"Well, I should probably get an Uber," she remarks as she avoids his stare and tries to maneuver out from under him. It takes a moment, but he eventually gets the hint and reluctantly moves off her, allowing her to jump out of bed without looking his way even once.

"You don't have to leave," he offers as he sits up, unable to stop himself from admiring the way her body floats across his bedroom while she searches for her clothes.

"It's getting late," she comments as she makes her way towards his side of the bed to hunt for her underwear, still refusing to glance in his direction.

"Donna…" he says as he grabs her wrist when she waltzes by. "Stay," he requests the moment their eyes finally meet. She immediately shoots him a perplexed look, obviously surprised by the offer, so he repeats the sentiment, even more convincing this time.

"Harvey…" she responds, as if she's warning him of something. And before he can even open his mouth to respond, she's pulling away and grabbing her panties, which she just spotted on the other side of his nightstand.

But, no – he's not giving up that easily.

As she steps into her thong and fastens her bra, he climbs out of bed and puts on his boxers. "I'm serious," he tells her while she's exploring his room for her dress. "You should stay," he adds as he sneaks up behind her.

"Why?" She challenges, as she turns to face him, surprised by his sudden proximity.

"Because…" he begins before taking a moment to mull over his words. "I want you to," he decides. Although from the look on her face, he quickly figures out that she needs more. "Donna, if you leave… I just… I feel like tonight will get swept under the rug like everything else between us," he explains. "And… I don't want that to happen again," he adds.

"You… don't?" She says, halfway between suspicious and incredulous.

"No," he says with a shake of his head as he inches closer and lets his hands find her waist. "Donna… I'm tired of acting like there's nothing between us," he continues. "I'm sick of pretending that I don't want more," he adds. "I've been doing it for far too long already and I… I can't keep doing it," he declares, his voice void of even a sliver of doubt.

His confession has caused all the oxygen to leave her lungs, making her completely breathless, as she desperately tries to maintain her composure. "You've been drinking," she points out, forcing herself to think rationally. She just can't get sucked into this – not again.

"So?" He counters.

"So…. you won't feel this way in the morning," she tells him, as if it's the obvious conclusion.

"Donna…" he begins as he disputes her claim with a shake of his head. "I've felt this way for a long time," he promises. "I've always just been too goddamn scared to tell you," he explains.

She's utterly shocked by his admission – having a hard time actually believing the words coming out of his mouth. But as she meets his expectant gaze, there's something there that she's never let herself see before. And it's unsettling and exciting and absolutely terrifying all at once.

"Why?" She asks again, more quiet and vulnerable than she'd ever like to be.

"Because… because of your rule… because I didn't know if you wanted the same things… because I was afraid of losing you for good," he admits as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "But what we just did – it was more than just sex to me… and it seemed like you felt it, too," he tells her, trying to coax the information out of her.

She's wholly dumbfounded as she appears to just stare at him for what seems like an eternity. Eventually, he can't take another second and practically begs her to speak. "Donna… say something," he implores as his own nerves course through him.

"Okay… what if it was more than sex? What does that even mean?" She interrogates, refusing to give in without being absolutely sure.

Letting out a relieved sigh, the beginnings of a smile touches his lips. "Well… for me, it means that I want to give this a real shot – I want us to be together," he tells her, trying to remain calm and take this slow – the last thing he wants to do is spook her or screw this up.

"Really?" She asks, rather skeptically, as she responds with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," he assures her. But as he spends the next several seconds studying her gaze, he knows she's unconvinced. "You don't believe me," he assumes, an expression of defeat painting his face.

"Maybe I could if you hadn't had so much to drink tonight," she explains. "But you tend to say things when you're drunk and then take them back when you're sober," she reminds him, silently referencing that ill-fated night when he told her he loved her and then tried to rationalize it all away the next morning.

"Donna…" he says in that tone as his eyes convey the regret he still feels over that whole situation. "I was afraid," he acknowledges.

"Yeah and what if you're afraid tomorrow?" She retorts.

"Honestly, I'm afraid right now," he admits. "And I'm sure I will be tomorrow, too… that's why I need you to stay… because otherwise it'll be too easy to pretend it never happened," he tries to explain. "And I just – I really do want this, Donna… I've been trying to work up the nerve to say something for months," he confesses.

"And yet, there's obviously some reason why you didn't," she reasons. "Maybe you don't want it as much as you think you do," she suggests as she glances around the room, doing anything to avoid his eyes.

"No… I want it so fucking much it's ridiculous," he insists. "But… you said you didn't feel anything… that's why I didn't say something," he clarifies. "I thought you didn't feel the same way… but… then tonight happened and I… I have to believe that you do," he remarks, his eyes searching hers for any indication that he's wrong.

"Harvey…" she says, biting down on her lip as her indecision becomes apparent.

"Donna…" he begins as he reaches down and grabs her hand, cupping it in between both of his. "Just… just stay… and I promise, I will tell you all of this again in the morning," he vows before he waits for her response with baited breath.

"I don't know, Harvey," she says, still uneasy about the whole thing. Sure, he seems sincere, but if she wakes up to his apologetic face, telling her that they're better off just keeping everything the same – she just can't handle that.

"Please Donna? Please stay?" He implores. "It's late… you shouldn't be going out now anyway," he reminds her, deciding the different approach is worth a shot.

She knows he's right when she glances at the clock and sees that it's minutes until three o'clock. Plus, she really doesn't want to have to go outside in the cold and make awkward chit chat with an Uber driver for the twenty-minute drive across town. And if necessary, she can always just sneak out in the morning, before he wakes up.

"Fine," she concedes, crossing her arms over her chest as if staying the night is a huge inconvenience even though they both know better.

After breathing a sigh of relief, an amused smile overtakes his face as he observes her body language. None of it is surprising to him – she always has liked to play hard to get.

"Don't look so thrilled," he teases at her unenthused expression.

Declining to respond, she just gives him a slight roll of her eyes before she goes in search of something to wear to bed. Knowing exactly where to look, she pulls open one of his drawers and starts to dig through it until she finds what she wants.

"You know, you could always sleep naked… I certainly wouldn't mind," he quips as he watches her unhook her bra and hang it on the doorknob to his closet.

"Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't," she retorts as she pulls his t-shirt over her head. Glancing down at herself, she decides that even though the hem is barely covering her ass, it's good enough. And when she lifts her chin and meets his gaze, she swallows at the expression on his face.

"Wow," he comments as he slowly drinks her in. "I really like you in my shirt," he decides.

She tries not to look too pleased by his compliment, but it's harder than it should be, so she changes tactics and goes for overconfident instead. "Please, you like me in everything," she declares with a cocky smile as she waltzes over to him and slides under the covers.

"You're not wrong," he smirks as he slips in beside her.

A chuckle falls from her lips as she turns on her side and tries to get comfortable. "Goodnight Harvey," she says, over her shoulder before resting her head on the pillow.

"Goodnight," he whispers, suddenly feeling much closer than he was moments before. But before she can even chance a look, he's wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

"What are you doing?" She asks, nervously, refusing to look back at him for fear of what it could do to her.

"Is it not obvious?" He wonders, his voice drenched in amusement.

"Harvey," she argues, pressing him for an answer.

"Just making sure you don't sneak out on me in the middle of the night," he reasons, using that playful tone of his.

"Harvey… this is weird," she comments as she wiggles around in his grasp.

"We just had sex, but this is weird?" He asks, incredulously.

"Yes," she declares. "We're… spooning. You don't do that," she points out.

"Says who?" He challenges.

"Really?" She counters as she finally turns to face him. "Are you forgetting the ten-minute rant I once had to endure after you were up all night because Natalie was 'draped all over you, breathing in your face'" she quotes as she does a highly exaggerated impression of him.

Thoroughly entertained, he just shrugs. "Well… if you want to spend the whole night draped all over me, breathing in my face, I'd be perfectly okay with that," he promises before his silly grin turns serious. "You've always been different, Donna," he tells her as his eyes reveal the seriousness of his words. "But… if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop," he assures her as he lifts his hands off her, just barely.

She stares him down for what feels like forever, but is most likely only a few seconds. And then, she just throws him a simple shrug and says, "I guess it's okay," before turning to face away from him again.

"Okay," he says, unable to keep the smile off his face as he snuggles up behind her and pulls her close. "Goodnight," he whispers, letting his breath hit her ear and cause a shiver to travel down her spine.

"Goodnight," she replies before drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, he's pulled from his dreams when he feels her start to fidget in his grasp, obviously anxious about facing him and whatever he's going to say when she does.

Despite her nerves, a smile immediately touches his lips when he remembers all that happened the night before – the sex, the confessions, the promise. He quickly tightens his hold on her and murmurs a good morning, causing her to freeze in his arms.

He can't help but lightly chuckle before whispering her name and encouraging her to turn towards him. He can tell she's hesitant and her apprehension elicits a sharp pain in his chest. It's moments like these that he really hates himself for it. He hates that he's disappointed her on such a regular basis that she's so sure he'll let her down again.

But he's not – not ever, if he can help it.

"Hey, look at me," he requests, his voice gentle and sweet.

He feels her take a deep breath, likely preparing herself for whatever she anticipates he's going to say. When she finally turns to face him, he offers a comforting smile as his fingers push all of her hair out of her face. "Donna… everything I said last night – I don't want to take any of it back," he assures her. "I meant every word, okay? … I want this… you… us," he promises, trying to leave no doubt in her mind.

"Yeah?" She asks, apparently needing even more reassurance. The thing is, he's happy to give it to her.

"Yes," he stresses. "This is how I want to wake up every morning… with you – only you," he tells her as a smile sweeps across his face at the thought. "I'm in love you," he declares, praying she'll trust his words.

A beat later, she's finally mirroring his expression and he feels a million pounds lighter. He's grinning like a fool and he just can't stop himself from kissing her with everything he has.

And when he feels her body melt against his, it's like nothing on this earth. In that instant, he knows without a doubt that he will never tire of kissing her, of touching her, of having her wrapped up in his arms.

As their mouths get reacquainted, he holds her tight, maneuvering his body on top of hers while her legs wrap around his hips of their own accord. He knows exactly where this is heading and while he certainly wants it, he needs to be sure.

When he tears his mouth off of hers, he's met with the most adorable pout he's ever seen. Letting out a chuckle, he presses his smiling lips against hers for a chaste kiss before catching her eyes once again.

"Does this mean you're on board?" He asks, full of hope.

The question sends her crashing back to reality and while she knows what she wants, she needs to be absolutely certain where he's concerned.

"You're sure this is what you want?" She questions. "Once we do this… there's no going back," she warns him, needing to know he understands the stakes. "If it doesn't work…"

"I know," he interrupts, stopping her before she says something he desperately doesn't want to think about. "And believe me – it scares the shit out of me, but… I'm going to do whatever it takes to make this work," he promises.

"Okay," she says, slowly nodding her head as it all starts to sink in – that this is really happening, that they're actually doing this. After all this time, they're finally going to be together.

"Okay?" He asks, practically lighting up from her words. "So… you're in?" He asks, needing some validation of his own.

"I'm in," she confirms, allowing a shy smile to touch her lips.

Meanwhile, he's completely beaming at her as he pulls her even closer. "I love you," he says as he frames her face with both hands.

Although, it's not the first time he's uttered those words to her, she still feels momentarily stunned by his admission. She briefly wonders whether those words out of his mouth will ever leave her feeling anything by completely speechless. Even still, it doesn't stop her from grinning like a fool. "I love you, too, Harvey," she tells him, when she's finally able to form a sentence.

As surprised as she felt from hearing the words, he feels the shock in spades. Even though he's heard them from her once before, the way he feels hearing them now versus back then, there's no comparison. Right now, he's sure he's never been happier.

And once again, he just has to kiss her.

As she enthusiastically responds to his kiss, his lips on hers cause a dizzying high to roll through her body. Not for the first time, he makes her head spin as his hands move up and down her frame.

She can barely fathom everything that's happening right now – it all still feels completely surreal.

The man she's wanted for the last fifteen years, the man she's never been able to move on from, is kissing her like she'll be anyone else's again.

And for the first time ever, she thinks that maybe she won't be.

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