"You've had this look on your face all week, Donna." Laura sat on her knees across her in the abandoned hallway after school, a long white paper banner lying between them, a canvas that they're painting for Friday's game. "Give me details."

Donna was on her knees, leaning over with her focus trained on outlining the letters with her oversized paintbrush. "What look on my face?"

"Something's going on."

She lifted her head and studied Laura's gaze for a moment, attempting to determine what exactly she knew.

"Your eyes are fucking sparkling, Donn"

A sudden breathy laugh escaped her and she glanced down to concentrate on her trail of blue paint. "Shut up."

"What's going on with Mitchell?"

Donna swallowed hard and took longer than needed on the A she's painting. "Nothing." She eventually looked up at her and offered an innocent shrug. "What? Nothing's going on."

"Mmm-kaay. So then what's going on with you and Harvey Specter?"

Donna felt her breath stop with her paintbrush mid-stroke. She looked to the end of the hallway and checked to make sure no one else is around.

"Where did you hear about him?"

"I didn't," she said softly. "But I'm your friend and not completely self-absorbed so I notice things."

"What have you noticed?" Donna attempted casually.

"Donn."

Donna looked at her for a silent moment, nibbling her lower lip.

"I won't tell anyone, I swear." Laura assured her.

Donna dipped her brush into the blue paint once again and wondered how much time she could kill. She was actually dying to tell her, and if she was going to tell anybody, it would be her.

"I can't describe it," she mumbled, then sneaked up a glance back at her.

A light caught in her dark eyes, and Donna saw her eyebrows jump with a flash of excitement. "What do you mean?"

Donna shifted on her hip, tucking her heels underneath her. "I…"

"Are you screwing or something?"

"No!" her eyes went wide and she felt the slightest relief that it was actually the truth.

Laura's mouth curved up into a sneaky little smile. "Honest?"

"Laura!" Donna turned her head to cast a paranoid glance down the hall again.

"Sometimes when I go hang out with Travis, Harvey is around," Taylor told her, referring to the guy she met up with at that party a few weeks ago. "Donn, he's hot as hell. You have to tell me, I'm dying."

Donna stroked her brush a few more times, leaving a new path of blue. "You're still hanging out with Travis?"

Laura beamed and glanced down at her own work. "Yes."

"That's exciting." Donna smiled, but she could hear the twinge of sadness in her own voice. "Maybe you can give me some tips then, on being a good girlfriend. Because I seem to be struggling with that."

Laura paused a moment, then lowered her voice. "Are you cheating on Mitchell?"

It's the first time she let those words sink in. She had never allowed herself to acknowledge that was what she had been doing. It felt real now that it was said out loud. "I never meant to."

"I promise I won't say anything, okay?" she assured her. "Look, you can tell me."

"I'll probably end it," Donna managed to say. "With Harvey, I mean."

"Do you like him?"

"It's not…" Donna took a moment to drag her teeth over her bottom lip and briefly shook her head. "There's no point. It's not going anywhere. We just…hook up some times."

"How much hooking up have you done?" That perfectly arched eyebrow jumped once more. "Forget Mitchell, I want to know the good stuff."

A soft giggle bubbled out of Donna.

"Tell me!" She pushed herself up and pounced over to her side of the banner, excitedly scooting in next to her. She brought her knees up to her chin like they were at a slumber party, and hovered close to her face as if she was going to spill all her secrets.

Donna laughed and tried to fight the smile at her lips.

Laura reached over and picked up her paintbrush. "So are you gonna have sex with him?" she wondered casually, dipping the tip in fresh blue paint which she turned and brought to Donna's cheek. The paint is cold against her skin, and she kept her focus on the banner, attempting to be still for her.

"No, I can't." She said, as if reminding herself.

"Sure you can," she reasoned. She curled a stray hair off Donna's face and behind her ear.

"God, I really want to though," Donna confessed.

"Oh really?" Laura murmured as she traced the tip of the brush down in a slow line. "Tell me what you know."

Donna's voice shrunk to a whisper. "I know he went down on me a few days ago and I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out…"

Laura sucked in a quick gasp. "Girl…"

"Lau, I've never…" she started, pausing for a deep breath because just the memory of it flooded her whole body with an aching warmth. "…been like that before."

"Mm hmm." Her response is an all-knowing hum. "well you're fucked now, babe."

Donna exhaled a small whimper.

"I don't think you'll be ending it any time soon. Not when he can do that to you. You know what that's called?"

"What?"

"A keeper, that's what."

Donna laughed. "Stop." If she were honest, it felt so good to talk to somebody. "You have to swear you won't tell anyone. Not even Rachel."

"Oh hell no, I won't. And I would never tell her."

"What are you painting on my face by the way?"

Laura hummed thoughtfully, murmuring as she concentrated. "Donn loves Harvey."

Donna let a loud cackle escape her and flicked her head away from Laura. "You are not."

"It's just a few little stars, jeez."

"I really do need to end it, though."

"Let me finish. These look cute." Laura steadied Donna's face in her hand once again and leaned closer to continue her work of art. "Why don't you just end it with Mitchell?"

Donna hesitated a moment and considered the possibility. Mitchell and her had been going out since sophomore year. They were just one of these intact fixtures, like they had an understanding. Together, everything was easier, decided for her. With him, she always had a date to the dance. She always had someone to make out with at a party. And then they started having sex the year before, and it was considerably less making out and more a frustrating race to keep up while he got off. He got off like it was so easy, like it was nothing.

But after a while, Donna just figured that was part of the deal. Together, everything was easier, so she played her part. She played her part because it meant getting to paint his number on her face on game days and glaring at the giddy underclassmen who whispered and gasped at his mere presence when he walked down the hall.

She exhaled heavily. "Too much on the line, I guess," she told Laura.

Laura sniffed a laugh. "What, like prom queen and his parents' cabin? Big fucking deal."

"I know, I know," Donna groaned.

Laura dabbed the paintbrush one last time on Donna's cheek then eased away. "What's all that compared to coming so hard you nearly passed out?"

Donna couldn't stop it. She felt the smile curve up her cheeks before a giggle escaped her. "God! Okay, that conversation never leaves this hallway."

"Never." Laura turned and leaned down to continue on the banner. "Speaking of…Friday after the game, why don't you come with me to a party at Travis'?"

Donna hesitated for a moment. She would never forget what happened at the last party Laura convinced her to go to, and she couldn't decide if she was scared that it'll happen again, or desperate for it. "I don't know Travis."

"Well you should get to know him, because he's a sweetheart and he's really hot and I like him a lot," Laura informed her. "And…I'm pretty sure you'll find a certain someone else there. If you're interested."

Pressing her lips together, Donna thought about the invitation. Considering their most recent encounter, just the idea of Harvey made her pulse race, her hips tilt down like the memory of him there between her legs was going to get her off. "You know Friday we'll probably wind up at Mitchell's cabin."

"We're playing South Point, which means we're going to win, which means Mitchell will be a shitfaced idiot at the cabin, and let's be real. He's a useless asshole when he's like that. So…you ride home with me after the game, we change, we go to a different part. Sounds good?"

Donna had packed a bag and rode over to Laura's house, making a quick exit after the game. She jumped in the shower, scrubbed her face and sat herself in front of Laura's full length mirror to re-do her make-up.

She ended up in a pair of Laura's jeans, which she could swear were the tightest thing she had ever worn. She threw on a faded black t-shirt that could almost belong to Harvey. She shook out her hair, slipped on black ballet flats and they went out the door.

"This time, you have to promise to hang out with me," Donna insisted when they pulled up the curb of the house. "Because last time, you disappeared as soon as we walked through the door. And I feel like Harvey being here is kind of a long shot this time."

"Is that so?" Laura mused as she flicked off her ignition. She nodded her head to the grass at the side of the driveway. Donna directed her gaze to match hers, and spied the familiar shiny motorcycle. "I'll still hang out with you if you want."

They made their way up the path to the house and her heart pounded in her head. It was ridiculous; knowing he was there gave her tunnel vision. Laura acknowledged a few people on their way in and Donna trailed behind her into the dimly lit house.

It isn't long before Travis found Laura and she greeted him with a happy grin and an unabashed kiss right beside Donna. She broke away to introduce him to Donna, and Donna couldn't help but smile at the way he tucked her friend beside him as he told her it's nice to finally meet her. Of course, Donna had to tease Laura with a pretend pout, moaning "aww" as she wrapped her up in an exaggerated hug.

"Let's get something to drink, shall we?" They linked arms, and turned into the hallway that lead to the back porch.

On her way, Donna glanced into the living room, lit with one dim lamp and a string of blue Christmas lights, and something sank inside her ribcage. It was that feeling when you know something you want so bad is nearby.

Laura walked ahead of her and tugged her arm, but Donna halted her steps and let it fall at her side when she saw Harvey, clad in a simple and perfect white t-shirt, seated at a square card table off in the corner with a couple of other guys. He didn't see her, focused instead on the deck of cards he was idly shuffling. His fingers loosely dropped them into his palm as he glanced down, nodding and laughing at something.

He sat up and reached for the plastic cup perched on the table. As he lifted it to his mouth, his gaze cut across the room and finally landed on Donna. She probably should've attempted to look distracted, engaged in conversation with someone, but instead she just stood there, her breath shallow. She couldn't do anything else but stare at the way he looked at her.

His Adam's apple dipped with a hard swallow, then he lowered the cup as she saw his jaw clench when his teeth crunched down on an ice cube.

Fuck.

Donna was hyper aware of every movement. She felt the tiniest corner of her lips pull upward, her focus sharpen and the heat behind her eyes that was suddenly ignited.

He slowly rose to his feet, dropping the deck of cards on the table, and started walking towards her. She noticed the guys he was sitting with eventually turn and look to see what made him get up. She didn't care that people were watching. She just wanted him closer, she wanted to feel him without question or hesitation.

There was something different about the way he approached her. Usually he had that listless pace about everything he did. But his steps were heavy, full of intent and briefly, she wondered if he's going to grab her face in his hands and dive for her mouth, but he stopped just short of touching her.

His gaze was dark and heavy-lidded and she could tell by the hazy look on his face that he had been there a while. Closer, he lingered in front of her. She saw his eyes shift as he glanced down, assessing her wordlessly, before inhaling a noisy breath through his nose.

Her lips parted and she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, she felt his hand in hers. He turned down the hallway, holding onto her and she fell in step behind him, through the darkness, until they passes through another doorway.

The room they found was lit only with the slightest pink-hued glow from a nightlight plugged into the wall and she could see it's some sort of little kid's room. It was unoccupied and really, that was all she cared about at that point when he turned and she felt him lean into her.

His mouth found hers and she whimpered into his whiskey-laced kiss. He was drunk, she could tell by the way he tasted, by the way he didn't control the rush of his exhale. Needy hands gripped her sides and tugged her closer, and a groan rumbled in his throat.

Donna winded her arms around his neck and pressed against him. He pushed back, managing a few steps closer until he could smack the door closed behind her. Her lips slipped from his and she leaned back against the closed door, savoring the warm spicy taste of him on her tongue.

Harvey paused a moment. Everything was amplified in the darkness – the way his hands felt as they continued to strike up and down her sides, over her hips, the sound of his palms against the fabric of her t-shirt, the soft breath that escaped him.

They hadn't said a word and Donna didn't really care. She could just listen to his throaty, hungry noises forever. Her eyes focused, adjusting to the dark, and she reached out until her hand landed on his belt buckle. Pushing herself up off the door, she straightened up in front of him, working her fingers on the belt until the fabric slipped loose and she heard the metal jingle as it came undone.

Grasping the side of Harvey's t-shirt, she pushed it up and he ducked to tug it off his head. He let it fall to the floor and he was left with the two necklaces he's wearing that dropped down his chest. Donna wasn't even ashamed of the moan that echoed out of her as she reached for his face and crushed her mouth on his again. Her fingertips dug into his hair. Her lips bruised his. She had never wanted anything so bad in her life.

He pulled her to him, they yanked her shirt off, and before she met his lips again, Donna turned back for the doorknob and quickly flicked the lock.

"Donna," he breathed the first word.

"Yes."

"Do you realize," he started, his words against her neck as they maneuvered away from the door. "What kind of torture it is." His fingers tugged at the button on her jeans until it snapped loose. "To know how you taste…"

A desperate whimper squeaked out of her and she tipped her head back as his teeth grazed the side of her neck.

His hand dipped down the front of her pants, past the material underneath, until his fingers discovered the aching heat between her legs. He straightened his arm to overcome the tightness of her jeans, and pushed one finger inside of her. "To know what you feel like…"

"Shit!"

"And know I can never fuck you the way I want?"

"Oh my god," Donna sighed, letting herself sink into his hand. "Yes, I know all about your fucking torture, Harvey."

He sort of chuckled against her skin and eased away so he could look at her, his fingers still stroking, his other arm holding her around her lower back. "Oh yeah? I don't think you have any idea what I want to do to you."

"Ever since what we did the other day…" she told him. Her hips rocked into his touch and she swore he was teasing her on purpose, easing his fingers away and drawing a faint path around her clit. Donna groaned and held him closer to her. "Just thinking about you gets me so wet."

"Jesus," he hissed against her throat, thrusting his fingers back inside her.

"I think about it all the time," she whispered and she was met with another one of his moans.

"Fuck." He slipped his hand down further, pushing his palm against her. "You're so wet right now."

Her lips fell off of his and with gripping fingertips, she squeezed his shoulders. She tasted the pulse of her bottom lip, and then slid it beneath her teeth while she managed a nervous swallow. Steadying herself, her breath shaky, she attempted to blink until her focus sharpened on the outline of his features right in front of her face in the dim pink glow.

Donna saw his lashes flutter. She saw the curvy outline of his parted mouth. When he dipped his finger again, her legs nearly gave from underneath her, and she dug her grip into his arms once more.

"Harvey."

"Mm?"

"I want you to fuck me the way that you want."

Her breath trapped itself inside of her for a moment. She had never said anything like that to someone. Her head was swimming; if she didn't exhale right then, she was going to black out.

His mouth opened and she saw the slight tug of one cheek, amusement twitching there. He eased his hand out of her underwear prompting a disappointed whimper from her throat. His hand skated around her hip, beneath the fabric of her undone jeans, where he helped himself to a handful of her ass. "You are dirty Red."

Donna arched into him as he palmed her flesh. "Shut up," she moaned, unable to help the soft smile that surfaced on her lips.

He let out a groan just below her ear as they began to stumble towards the bed. "Fine," he murmured. "I love it though."

Something in Donna's gut swooped down and around. She had never heard him say he loved anything, and the sound of his voice when he said it…shit, hearing it did something to her.

With a sudden bravery in her fingertips, she reached for the button of his jeans and loosened them there. She felt the edge of the twin bed behind her and she sank down, falling onto her back. The soft mattress squeaked under her, but she focused instead on the sound of Harvey's belt jingling as he reached for her pants. His hands too impatient to peel them down, he exhaled, "Get these off."

Donna watched him go for his back pocket before his pants started to slip down his ass. He retrieved his wallet and fished out a condom. She caught herself watching him for a frozen moment, the reality of it settling inside of her. He dipped the front of his boxer briefs down while he adjusted himself. They fumbled a bit in the darkness, panting, grasping, and she only slipped one leg out of her jeans before he climbed on top of her.

An airy squeal startled her when they shifted on the bed. "Shit," she whispered, reaching under back and realizing she was lying on top of some sort of stuffed unicorn.

Harvey snatched it from her hand and flung it to the floor. He hitched her thigh up to his hip, and she was momentarily lost in thought over whose bed this might be when she felt the pressure as he guided himself between her legs. Her eyes fluttered shut and she tipped her head back, nervous and still. She tilted her hips and he exhaled a needy groan, burying himself inside her. He was met with a surprised cry that squeaked in her throat when he thrusted and filled her completely.

"Oh shit!" She sighed as she arched her neck, gazing up at the ceiling, and then promptly squeezing her eyes shut tight. She slapped her palm against her forehead, and tried to center this dizzying swirl that was happening behind her eyes.

Donna suddenly felt his hand slip under hers, prying it from her face before he laced his fingers between her own. She opened her eyes and immediately felt a heat swell inside of her when she looked at his face hovering right above hers. His shaky breath edged out through parted wet lips. His hand squeezed hers and he shifted his eyes there for a moment, his movements slow, his thumb brushing her knuckle and he stared, oddly fascinated by it.

She tilted her head to follow his lingering gaze, and the tip of her nose brushed against his. She nudged it gently, craving the way he looked at her, and when his eyes met hers once again in the shadows, god she felt it everywhere. Her lips captured his. Her whimpers were desperate. But when she tasted him, she couldn't get enough.

Donna turned out the music from the other room that pounded their walls, and all she could hear is Harvey's rattled gravelly breath, the whispered swears he let escape every now and then before he buried them in her mouth with another needy kiss. The long necklace he still wore draped from his neck and lied on her chest, softly jingling with every thrust.

Harvey squeezed her hand once more and laid it out at their side. His palm then slid down her hip until he grasped her other leg up and urged it around his waist. Donna raised her knees, arching her back and rocking her hips against his. HE met her rhythm in a way that made a dull tension throb in her core, and she tightened her legs around him, urging him closer, moving with him until that tension swelled and curled around itself.

Donna grasped for his back, digging her fingertips there as she moaned against his lips. When she did, he went faster, driving himself deeper, and she tore her kiss off of his and let her desperation echo up toward the ceiling. His clipped breath heated her skin, as he dropped his head to her shoulder. She was too far gone to care. She coveted the feeling of his weight on top of her. He belonged to her.

"Mm-ah god," he muttered against her neck before his teeth dragged across her collarbone. Her breaths matched his, his hips pounding her, and just as that throbbing ache inside her began to spark from his intensity, he let go of a growling cry. His back tensed, and he bucked against her just a few times, exhaling ragged shaky breaths before he stilled completely in between her legs.

Donna eased her grip on his back and felt all of her stiff muscles slowly begin to go slack. His head still buried right there, some of his hair sticking to her lip, tickling the edge of her jaw as she held him to her, panting, blinking the room into focus. She held him to her, combining gently fingers through his hair as her heart thudded in her ears.

She didn't know why, but it took her a moment to realize it really was over.

That was it.

Harvey moved and when he shifted off of her, the absence of his weight sent chills across her skin. She felt sick.

Harvey cleared his throat, and she heard his belt clink and the rustling of his jeans as he slinked off the bed. There was an ache starting in her inner thighs and winding its way through her center. Oh god. Why did she do that? She swallowed a nervous lump that wouldn't budge from her throat, and heard the panic starting to rise in the way she exhaled.

Donna looked across the room and saw him tug his jeans back over his ass while he made his way to another door. There, he flipped a light switch and took just a minute in the little bathroom. She was uncomfortable in her half-dressed state, and reached for her jeans to slip the one bare leg in before she lifted them up and stood up off the bed.

"Are you okay?" He wondered as he stepped back out.

Donna's voice was soft when she answered. "Yeah." She sniffled, the heat in her throat climbing to her eyes she felt a sting there that she'd give anything to make go away, but she couldn't.

"Donna."

She reached for her shirt and pulled it on, flipping her hair out of the collar. "Yeah," she said louder, "I'm fine."

"Hey…" he stepped in front of her to halt her fidgeting movements, steadying her with a hand on her waist. "Don't leave."

Donna stared at those necklaces, one a skinny silver chain, and the other a black leather cord. "I need to go."

When his thumb circled the fabric over her hip, Donna glanced up at Harvey, revealing the wetness that lined her eyes.

"Hey," he repeated in a whisper. His face drew closer and he touched his forehead to her temple. After a quiet moment, he kissed her there, then at the outer corner of her eye.

As his lips brushed the tear that lingered there, Donna hiccupped and suddenly sobbed, managing a step back. "Just…let me go." Hastily, she swiped underneath her eyes with her hand and made her way around him. She got the door open, the thumping music assaulting her ears. The air in the house was thick with the sweet earthy smell of marijuana, and she paused for a moment, something tugging her chest like she shouldn't leave.

She grasped the frame of the door, tapping her fingers there and glancing back into the bedroom once more. She saw Harvey there, bent down and scooping the abandoned unicorn off the floor before replacing it back on the bed and retrieving his shirt. Donna exhaled heavily and figured the easiest way to end that was just to go. So she attempted her best casual exist, walking through the halls in search of her ride, convincing herself that she would never try to find her way back.

She didn't hear her name escaping his lips as she walked away.

A.N: Happy new year guys! Thank you so much for the reviews, they really mean a lot. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I struggled with it a bit.

Let me know what you think by dropping a review,

-G