Donna took another sip of wine and laid her head back on her couch. God, what she wouldn't give to be able to go back and redo the last twenty-four hours.

Harvey's face flashed into her mind. It wasn't his face as she'd last seen it, angry and harsh. In her mind Harvey was grinning that sexy, knowing grin that never failed to make her smile in return. It also never failed to cause a little flip in her stomach.

There were times when that smile had fixed a completely broken day.

And now she wouldn't see it again. She'd lost it. Her own greediness in wanting more from Harvey had made it so that she no longer had any piece of Harvey. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye.

There was a sudden pounding at her door that made her jump, nearly spilling wine all over herself. She put the glass on the coffee table and walked quickly to the door.

She had barely turned the knob when the door was pushed open and Harvey was barging in. She didn't manage to get out a squeak before she found herself pushed up against the wall beside her door with Harvey's mouth slanting over hers. There was no gentleness in the kiss, no subtlety, only blind, hard passion. Her mouth had been open to speak before he'd covered it with his own and he used the opportunity to sweep his tongue into her without waiting for permission.

She allowed her mouth to be ravaged for a few minutes before finally getting up the will to push against Harvey's shoulders. He pulled back ever so slightly, his face a mere inch or two away from her own. It took everything in her power not to immediately pull his mouth back to hers.

"Harvey," she said, her voice a rasp, "what is…this...some..." She cleared her throat and tried again. "Is this some kind of revenge?"

Harvey's eyes went from hot and desperate to shocked and hurt. "What?" He pushed away from her. "How the hell could you ask me that? How could you...is that what you think of me? That I'd kiss you for revenge?"

Donna slammed her door shut and walked into her apartment and away from him. "Well, what am I supposed to think, Harvey? The last time I saw you, you were so pissed at me, you wouldn't even look at me!"

Harvey stalked toward her, forcing her to back up a few paces before she stopped, angry at herself for retreating. Less than a foot separated them when Harvey halted his progress, and scowled down at her. In her stocking feet she was a good three or four inches shorter than she usually was when going toe to toe with Harvey and the difference made her straighten her spine to try and lessen his ability to tower over her.

Harvey's dark chocolate-colored eyes seemed bottomless. She couldn't look away. His voice was quiet and full of heat when he spoke. It was so deep and dark that it sent goosebumps racing over Donna's skin.

"The last time you saw me I wasn't pissed at you, I was pissed at me. And the only reason I wasn't looking at you was because I knew that if I so much as glanced in your fucking direction I was going to rip every stitch of clothing from your body, throw you onto my couch and not let you up until you were screaming my name."

Donna's mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged, her breathing came short and fast. When she realized she was literally panting, she closed her mouth and swallowed, hard.

Harvey stood close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. She closed her eyes to block out the sight of his face, with its perfect features, hungry eyes, and delicious mouth. She knew that her lips were swollen from the things that mouth could do.

"Harvey, I'm so sorry. I never should have done what I did last night. It was calculated and cruel. I just...I wanted you to admit that there is something between us because I was starting to think I was crazy." She took a deep breath and looked down at the floor. "But I never should have done that to you when I know you're with Paula. It...it was cruel." She repeated.

Harvey closed the distance between them. He lifted her chin with his finger and she looked into his eyes again and shivered.

"It was cruel." His voice was barely a whisper, as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear before speaking. "What should your punishment be?"

He dropped kisses along her jawline before reaching her mouth. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit it, causing Donna to gasp. He pulled the abused lip into his mouth, sucking gently.

The blood rushed out of her brain to pool at the very center of her.

Harvey swooped his tongue into her mouth again and she gave herself up to him for the moment. She knew she needed to pull away; that as the person who had started all of this, she owed it to him to stop him from doing something he would regret. But not yet...not yet.

Finally, as he moved away from her mouth and began nibbling his way down her neck and unbuttoning her blouse, she put her hands on his to stop him. "Harvey, don't."

He stilled immediately.

"This isn't right, you'll never forgive yourself, or me, if we go further than we already have."

Donna didn't dare look up at him. Instead, she studied their joined hands. When he didn't immediately back away, she disentangled her hands from his, and moved away from him, buttoning up her shirt.

Before she could go very far, however, Harvey grabbed hold of her upper arm in a gentle grip. She could have pulled away easily.

I will pull away, Donna thought, but she stayed still, half turned away from Harvey.

He pulled her back toward him, but she stayed turned so that her back was pressed up against him. It was too easy for him to bend down and nuzzle her neck. She could feel the very slight rasp from his five o'clock shadow as he kissed the spot just below her ear. Her body was wracked with shivers as he slipped his hands from her upper arm to her blouse, where he once again began unbuttoning her.

"Harvey!" She called out as she let her head fall back against his shoulder. She wasn't sure now, whether his name was an entreaty for him to stop or continue.

He did stop though, turning her slowly in his arms so that she faced him. "Do you want me to stop, Donna?" It took everything she had to nod her head jerkily.

"Do you only want me to stop because of Paula?" He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Because if Paula is the only reason, you should know that I broke up with her this evening."

Donna knew her face showed her complete shock, but she couldn't regulate her expression. "Why?" She blurted out. "Because you want to sleep with me?"

Harvey's face clouded over and he stepped back from her again, the hurt returning to his voice, making it harsh. "You think I'm just here to get laid?"

Donna responded with some heat of her own. "Well!" She said loudly and little defensively. "You walked in the door and pinned me to a wall. You said you wanted to rip my clothes off..." Donna trailed off, a blush staining her cheeks.

Harvey's expression lost its anger and he looked away, slightly sheepish. "I won't deny that I want you. Obviously I couldn't deny it anymore if I tried."

He closed his eyes and swallowed. "But I want a hell of a lot more than sex. We've tried the whole 'sleep-together-and-move-on' thing." A hint of his usual grin tilted up the corners of his mouth. "I don't know about you, but I've had a pretty tough time with the whole moving on part."

He looked back at her and his voice became quiet and heated. "I think about that night a lot more often than I should."

His gaze held her spellbound while visions from that night replayed in her head. She knew he was remembering too and the knowledge made her heart race. He cleared his throat and stepped back. "So yes, I want you, Donna, but I want more than a night, I want everyday too. And I want more than your body, I want your heart too." Her mind was racing, and she could feel tears prickling at the back of her eyes.

He took another step back from her and began pacing, his pent-up energy needing an outlet. "You asked me once how I loved you and I was too chicken shit scared to tell you then, but I'll tell you now." He took a deep breath.

"I love how grumpy you are on Monday mornings; and I love how I can almost always cajole you out it. I love how passionate you are when you talk about the stage and Shakespeare. I love how smart you are and how clever. I love how much you care about your friends. I love how incredibly strong you are. I love how much shit you give me when you know I could be better. I love how my day never fails to brighten when you smile at me."

Tears were streaming down Donna's face as Harvey continued.

"I love how silly you can be and how you encourage me to be an idiot too. I love how much faith you have in me and how strong and powerful you make me feel, like I could take on the world."

He stopped pacing and looked at her. At the sight of her tears he stepped close and cupping her cheeks, wiped them away with his thumbs.

"I love how vulnerable you are and how much you've taught me about love, caring, and kindness."

He dropped one hand to her lower back and threaded the other through her hair, cupping the back of her head. "This is how I love you, Donna; altogether and completely."

He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her temple. He laid his cheek against the top of her head.

"If you'll take a chance on me, I promise I'll always do my best to make you love me the same way. I know I'm going to screw up, I know I'll make mistakes, but if you'll grant me a little latitude and tell me when I'm being an asshole, I think we can do this. I really want to try. What do you think?"

Donna pushed out of his arms and Harvey's face fell for a moment before she stuck out her hand.

"Deal." She said grinning cheekily through her tears.

Harvey smiled his sexy, cocky smile, the smile she'd been afraid she would never see again. He took her hand and shook before pulling her back into the circle of his arms.

His lips covered hers, gently this time, soft and light. Donna tried to pull him closer, get him to kiss her deeper, but he wouldn't be rushed. He pressed his lips to hers and then pulled away to brush his lips and fingers like a butterfly across her cheeks and forehead.

He returned to her mouth and pressed a fraction more firmly, stayed there a moment longer before moving to dip his head to the pulse point in her neck, where he grazed his teeth gently across her skin causing her to moan softly. The sound brought him back to her lips where he finally gave in to her gentle insistence and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping in to stroke hers.

Donna was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She was desperate to get her hands on him, all of him. She pulled away, her breathing ragged and deep. "The bed…" she pointed weakly down the hall as Harvey's hand ran down her back and over her backside, cupping it and pulling her close enough to feel his heat and hardness. "The bed is…it's in the bedroom." She said stupidly, her brain nothing but sensation and fire.

Harvey lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, linking her arms around his neck. He continued kissing anywhere his lips could reach as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

He walked them into the side of the bed where he dropped her. She let out a happy squeal as he came down on top of her. He pushed her hair back as he rained kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. He struggled with the buttons on her blouse this time, and ended up popping off a couple of them in his haste.

"Hey!" She said, laughing up at him. "You're going have to replace this blouse you know! It's Dior!"

He grinned at her. "Take it out of petty cash."

Amidst their laughter, Donna pulled off Harvey's shirt and tie, popping a few buttons of her own. "Now we're even!"

The rest of their clothes were ripped off with very little care. When they finally lay together skin to skin the laughter faded into sighs and gentle moans as their hands and mouths explored each other.

Harvey's hands were magic, his fingers knowing just where to press, just how to stroke her, bringing her to the brink of pleasure before pulling away and focusing elsewhere only to return and build up the pressure again and again until she was writhing and calling out his name.

He moved above her and took her face in his hands. "Donna." She opened her eyes and looked up at him through a haze of passion. "I love you. For so many years I've dreamed of you like this, beautiful and breathless beneath me. Tell me you love me too, promise me we'll make this work." His eyes were filled with passion and heat, but they were also intense in their clarity, like he could see into her soul.

She placed her hands on his where they rested on her cheeks and her eyes welled up when she answered. "I promise, Harvey. I love you with my everything. We will work."

With those words, he joined their bodies and they moved together, giving and receiving passion, and love.

In the aftermath, Donna lay snuggled into Harvey's chest, his arm thrown over her side. He ran his hand up and down her back and Donna couldn't remember ever feeling so complete and happy.

"Donna?"

"Hmmm?" She mumbled sleepily.

"This was better than the other time, right?"

She looked up at him incredulously. "Um…yes, Harvey." She said, speaking slowly as though trying to explain a difficult concept to a very dim person. "This time, with our thirteen years of friendship and simmering passion and our declarations of love and promises of commitment," she paused as though letting that sink in, "was definitely better than the other time." She shook her head at him, smiling.

He chuckled. "Just checking."

She rolled her eyes at him before snuggling back into his side, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Donna?"

"Yes, Harvey?" she said, indulgently

"Do you think we could try the whipped cream again, though?"

Donna's laughter rang out, as Harvey growled playfully and rolled her over to place kisses and tickles across her stomach.

She was breathless as she answered. "It's in the fridge!"