A/N: Thank you for the love! Guess once you start writing you just can't stop :)

Where the heart is
When the light's at your side
When the faith is ready
No more guidance
Take the leap of your life
As the ground is shaking

You are falling to the stars, you are falling
And you are falling to the stars, you are falling

–HAEVN

Harvey figures if ever there was a good time for numbing his pain with alcohol, this is it. He wants to feel nothing. He's on his fifth (or is it sixth?) glass of scotch when he hears the knock. He knows it's her but it still takes a monumental effort to drag himself off the couch and open the door to let her in.

He guesses that he looks worse for wear because her eyes fill with tears as soon as she sees him. "Harvey…" she says softly. She steps inside and eyes the empty bottle on the table and the glass in his hand. "Why did you do it?" she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why did you need to fall on your sword for me? It's all my fault, and you had so much more to lose…"

He wants to say that he couldn't make her give up the job and the recognition that mean so much to her, for something that was really his mistake. Not again, when it had almost torn them apart the last time he did that. But he really doesn't want to bring up the memory of Paula right now. He gives a non-committal shrug and sits down on the couch. "S'okay, Donna," he slurs. "Doesn't matter. Sick of fighting for the goddamn firm anyway." When I should have been fighting for you, he adds in his head.

He stares at his glass and thinks about how he had told her everything he felt for her last night. How she had fallen asleep in his arms but then been by Thomas' side today, not his. And how if that fucking guy had never shown up in the first place none of this would have happened. His head starts to spin and he closes his eyes.

"Please stop drinking," she pleads. She goes to the kitchen, pours a glass of water and takes a bottle of aspirin out of the cabinet. She sits down on the couch beside him and trades his scotch glass for the water. As usual, she's taking care of him when he can't take care of himself. He remembers how she had helped him face his father's death, and reconcile with his mother and Marcus, and talked him out of turning himself in, and a thousand other things. His life would be nothing without her, he thinks. In the end, how could a licence to practice law compare to all that? He gulps down the water and looks at the ground, thinking about how, despite all his best efforts, he still doesn't deserve her.

"Harvey..." He looks up and sees a pained expression on her face. "Everything you said this morning, if you don't want those things with me anymore–"

"Why wouldn't I want those things anymore?" he says, a bit too loudly and a bit too aggressively.

"Because I've ruined everything and I understand if you'll never be able to forgive me–"

"Are you asking if I don't want those things anymore, or telling me that you don't?"

"What?" she says desperately, confusion etched all over her face.

"You went right back to him today, acting like nothing happened last night! Just like you accused me of doing before!"

"Harvey, he was about to testify for us, I couldn't do that to him! What if he had said hurtful things about us because he was upset about me ending things?"

He knows she's right, but it's no consolation and he doesn't feel like doing any more yelling tonight. He stands up and looks away from her. "I'm fine, Donna. Just go home to Thomas and give me a call when you've decided what you want." He knows it's unfair to speak to her this way when he'd told her just this morning to take time to think, but the liquor has brought all his demons back and damn it, he's hurting. He'd finally said out loud everything that he wanted, and he couldn't handle the thought that maybe it had all been for nothing and he'd be spending yet another night without her.

"Harvey, how could you think–" She sighs and gets up and reaches for him, taking his hands in hers. "Listen to me. Thomas and I broke up after the hearing. He knows I'm yours. But now, I'm the reason you lost everything, so–" He sees the tears welling in her eyes and suddenly he understands that her doubt is about his feelings, not hers. Before she can say another word he closes the distance between them and takes her in his arms and kisses her with abandon, with thirteen years of repressed desire and all the emotions of today, and the liquid courage of six glasses of scotch. He walks her back her up against the wall and moves his hands from her waist to her hair, trailing kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. She digs her fingernails into his back, and moans and whispers his name, and he knows that she really is his.

He leans back and looks at her, and she's smiling through tears but he thinks that she's never looked as beautiful as she does right at this moment. "Donna, I lost one thing. But I'm about to gain everything. So the way I see it, I'm still in the black." He wipes away a tear from her cheek and takes her face in his hands. His lips meet hers once more and and he thinks that he'll never get tired of kissing her for the rest of his life.

They stop for breath and he scans her face, finding her emotions difficult to interpret when she looks equal parts sad and happy, in love and in pain. "Besides, there's always the appeal," he says with a wink, trying to cheer her up. She rolls her eyes at him and a slow smile spreads across her face. "That's better," he says and pulls her into his embrace, stroking her hair and holding her close. "Donna, I don't ever want you to feel guilty for what happened. I knew the consequences when I told Alex, and I knew exactly what I was doing today when I decided that who I am as a man isn't just about being a lawyer. It's about being there for the people I care about and doing anything for the person I care about more than anything else in the world. And it's you, Donna, it's always been you," he says earnestly.

"I love you so much, Harvey," she whispers into his chest. "You're the only man I've ever loved." He pulls back and looks at her with amazement, wondering how he could possibly be worthy of the singular love of a woman like her. She's gazing up at him with so much desire that he can't resist any longer. In one sudden movement he scoops her up into his arms and takes the woman of his dreams to bed.

She clasps her hands around his neck and melts into his arms as he scoops her up and carries her toward the bedroom. She feels light-headed and bit dazed and she briefly wonders if she's hallucinating the whole thing. But he's real and solid and she feels safe and whole. They've made it through the pain and the heartache together, and she can scarcely believe that they're finally home.

His face is radiating pure happiness and he looks about ten years younger than the Harvey of half an hour ago, when he'd seemed so utterly and completely broken.

"If only I'd known that all it takes to get you into bed is quitting my job. Wait, I did know that," he jokes.

"You're an idiot," she says, flashing him a mischievous grin. "You know, if that appeal doesn't work out, I happen to know a great COO who could use a new personal assistant," she says playfully. "And she's partial to the pretty ones."

He drops her onto the bed with a snort and eagerly unbuckles his belt, steps out of his trousers and climbs on top of her. "But Ms. Paulsen, don't you know it's inappropriate to flirt with your assistant?" He caresses her thighs, pushes her dress up and grinds into her, and she can feel exactly how much he wants her.

"Mr. Specter, you're one to talk," she says in mock admonishment as she pushes him back and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He reaches for his tie and she stops him. "Leave it on," she says with a raised eyebrow.

"Donna, this is a six hundred dollar tie!" he protests.

She pulls him toward her with it and whispers seductively in his ear. "I'll buy you a new one."

"With whose credit card?" he says mischievously, slipping her underwear down her legs as she strokes him hungrily. She may have spent years pushing her desire for Harvey out of her mind, but she certainly hadn't forgotten this part of him.

"Irrelevant," she says. "We all know it's the thought that counts. By the way, Mr. I'm-the-best-closer-in-the-city," she imitates while impatiently freeing him from his boxers, "you've had thirteen years to practice, so I'm expecting this to top the other time. Just a heads up."

"Is that a challenge?" he says with a devilish grin, grabbing her wrists and trapping her underneath him. "Oh, believe me, I'm going to blow your mind." He slides down her body and buries his head between her thighs.

"Harvey!" she exhales, arching her back and grasping at his hair as he starts drawing slow tortuous circles with his tongue. It's almost enough to push her over the edge and she gasps desperately, "Please, I need you now..."

He smiles up at her. "Patience, Donna," he scolds. "We've got all the time in the world."

If we never try
We'll never know
You have to sow the seed
And watch it grow

This is bound to leave a mark
But I'll be proud to wear the scars
They tell a rich tale of disaster
About a love and what came after

Think we should take the long way home

There's nothing I could do, I don't get to choose
Even if I could rewrite the history
It's clear to see
That I'd still be

Loving you

–Seafret