Hey guys! I've decided to toss in a chapter before Specter family Christmas with some super fluffy Darvey stuff! Enjoy! (This chapter is also rated slightly higher than the previous ones and should be for a more mature audience)
Ch 11 – Dec 18th – Alone at Last
She wakes up in his arms, his head snuggled into her neck. She remembers falling asleep on the couch, he must've carried her to bed late last night. She smiles as he somehow manages to pull her even closer in his sleep. Who know he could be such a cuddler? He slowly opens his eyes and greets her with a sleepy hello. God, his sleepy voice was so sexy.
"And here I thought I was dreaming waking up next to you" he grins, "I could stay here all day"
"I like the sound of that" she smiles back, turning to face him.
He runs his fingers along her arm until he reaches her hand and slides his fingers between hers, following his finger with his lips, placing delicate kisses down her arm.
"It's settled, we forget about Boston and Christmas shopping and spend all day in bed" he mumbles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and placing a kiss on her lips.
"Speaking of Boston, you never did answer my question"
"I think I've made it very clear how I love you" he grins
"Harvey" she warns "The story"
"Donna, I couldn't make something like that up if I tried. To be honest I'd never told anyone that story. I don't even think I realized that was the moment I knew I needed you in my life until I said it out loud. But looking back on it now I see that moment so clearly, you sitting there smiling, not even realizing the affect you had on me, one glance at you and you took my breathe away. I love your smile" he pauses; "it starts my day that smile."
"Harvey, that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me" She is dumbfounded at how emotionally available he had made himself in the last week. It was so uncharacteristic of him to be so open with his feelings. She couldn't pinpoint when the shift happened, but she assumed overhearing her confessing that she reciprocated his feelings helped.
"What about you?" he asks, "Did you really not feel anything when you kissed me that night?"
She stares up at him and laughs, "No, I thought about that kiss for weeks" she confesses
"Then why did you tell me you didn't feel anything?" he asks
"Because it's what you needed to hear. You were with Paula and I shouldn't have made you into the one thing I knew you hated most. I just couldn't help myself. Between Mike encouraging me to tell you how I felt and Louis droning on about how he was about to stand by and watch his soulmate marry someone else, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try. I regret the position I put you in everyday, but I don't regret doing it, because it told me exactly what I needed to know. That connection that I feared I had been imagining was there, I knew as soon as I felt you kiss me back that it was real"
He wonders if she can feel his heart rate increase as she continues. He was so angry when she kissed him, but he wasn't so much angry at her as he was at himself. He was in a relationship and he kissed her back when he could have stopped her. He knows exactly why he did it, he had wanted to for years, so when she finally took the initiative and made a move, how could her not kiss her back?
"I never did apologize, for taking my anger out on you"
"You don't have to apologize Harvey, I put you in a tough position" she says giving his hand a squeeze
"I was never really mad at you, you know, I was mad at myself for being with the wrong women and not having the balls to say anything. And while we're confessing just so you know, when it comes down to choosing between you and ANYONE else, I would choose you every time"
he smiles and grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Kissing him only got better each time. His lips were so soft and always seemed incredibly eager to meet with hers. He always knew exactly what to do with his hands; he currently uses one to pull her waist closer while the other finds it's way into her hair. He begins by kissing her gently, and deeps the kiss as he pulls her beneath him. His tongue brushes past her upper lip in search of hers and he kisses her until they're both left breathless.
"I think that Christmas shopping is going to have to wait" he remarks with a devilish grin before continuing to kiss her until they're both dizzy.
They finally manage to get themselves out of bed around noon. It's a good thing they took the next few days off to get things in order for the holidays; which mostly meant doing all of the Christmas shopping that Harvey had been avoiding. She's sitting at the kitchen counter wearing one of Harvey's dress shirts while he makes them brunch.
"I think we should go to Macy's first" she says, noticing her sweater still hanging from the chair beside her. It made perfect sense now, Rachel must have seen it when she came in here to get drinks the night before.
"That way we can get something for your mom and the kids"
"Ah, so it has nothing to do with you wanting to check out the handbags?" he mocks
"Of course not! I'm all about finding the perfect gifts for your family. And if we so happen to walk by the hand bag section, and I just so happen to spot one I like, well then you have a gift for me too" she smiles
"What if I already got you a gift?" he says, sliding fresh pieces of French toast onto the plate in front of her
"I have bought every gift you've ever given for the last decade and you expect me to believe you already got me a Christmas gift? We haven't even been dating for a full week!" She reaches for the french toast and adds some strawberries on top before proceeding to drown it in syrup.
He raises an eyebrow as she proceeds to drown her food in sugar and he's met with a slight eye roll.
"What?" she questions his look
"Do you have enough sugar there?" he laughs
"I actually don't think I have enough" she smirks back
"Who says I wouldn't have given you an incredible gift even if we weren't together? I always get you a Christmas gift" he protests, having given up on trying to prevent her from eating pure sugar for breakfast.
"You do, but I always help you pick them out"
"Well this year I've gone rogue and picked something out all on my own" he flashes her a smile and takes a seat beside her, sliding her the coffee he just made.
"Lord help us" she laughs as they dig into breakfast, both desperately needing the energy to take on Christmas shopping.
They had been shopping for nearly three hours and he doesn't know if he can take much longer. Between the holiday crowds and the pile of bags he was lugging around, he was exhausted, and they still had a long drive ahead of them. They decided to head to Marcus' house a few days early so that they could join in on some of the family holiday traditions; much to Harvey's dismay.
He can't help but smile at the irony of it all. Just this time last week they two of them were shopping before heading to Boston and he was a bundle of nerves just thinking about spending the weekend pretending to date her. Here they were merely a week later gift shopping as a couple. When he asked her to attend the wedding, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine they would be able to work through 13 years of feelings and come out with everything.
She finds him browsing in the toddler section (a fluke as he absentmindedly wandered the store waiting for her) and slips her arm through his.
"A little presumptuous, don't you think?" she teases, causing him to turn the same shade of red as the store banners. He looks like he's about to pass out, so she quickly tries to diffuse the situation,
"I'm just teasing Harvey, what are you doing over here anyways?"
"I didn't realize, just wandering aimlessly while I wait for you" he admits as they stroll down the isle arm in arm.
"Ah, well, play your cards right and one day we could be shopping in this section for real" she winks at him, watching him begin to redden again. He was so predictable he made teasing him too easy.
They round the corner of the isle, Donna giggling at how embarrassed she'd managed to make Harvey in public and smack into someone turning the corner into the isle. Donna looks up to see the man they just collided with looks awfully familiar, Louis. She quickly drops her hand, releasing Harvey's arm and greets him.
"Louis, what are you doing here?" she smiles
"Just some last minute Christmas shopping, what are you two doing here?" he eyes them, taking in all the shopping bags Harvey is holding.
"You know me, incapable of picking out gifts without Donna's help" Harvey offers.
"Oh yes last year Donna got me the most wonderful Shakespeare playbook from you Harvey, carry on" Louis says as he moves down the isle.
He turns back and calls after them, "Oh, and Merry Christmas!"
The run in with Louis is enough to convince Donna to wrap up their shopping trip and the pair head to Donna's to pick up her bags before beginning their drive. They managed to find gifts for everyone; Harvey spoiled his niece and nephew picking out all the newest toys and they picked out a beautiful photo album for his mother.
She takes in his casual look as Ray drives them back to her apartment. Aside from the past week she rarely saw him in casual clothing, she almost forgot how good he looked in it. Sitting in the back seat of his car she takes him in, dark jeans and a cream coloured cashmere sweater, his hair slightly messy, no hair gel in sight. Her stomach flips at the notation that this man was all hers and she tries not to get carried away thinking about how sexy he looks in that sweater. He catches her staring at him out of the corner of his eye and his lips curl up into a grin.
"Donnaaa" he asks, question lingering in his tone
"Harveeyyy" she mirrors, scooting closer to him and crossing her legs so that she could run her foot along his leg in gentle circular motions.
He raises his left eyebrow at her and cocks his head ever so slightly. She runs her fingers delicately along his forearm, holding his gaze as she does so. He has no idea what has gotten into her, the look in her eye telling him she wasn't playing games, she wanted him, now. He decides to toy with her a little bit, after all she wasn't the only one who got to have fun teasing in this relationship.
"What's gotten into you?" he tries, while giving in slightly and bringing his arm around her while the other hand fiddles with the zipper on her jacket.
"I just figured we're going to be spending so much time with family the next few days, we should enjoy all the alone time while we can. And besides" her lips now hovering above his ear, her hot breath sending a goose bumps up his arm "Don't tell me you haven't dreamt of doing this" she hums, drunk on him.
"She was not making this easy on him. In all the years he'd know her he knew she was something special, but he never realized just how sexy she could be. In one swift motion he pulls her on top of him so that she's straddling him as he places sloppy kisses from her neck to her collarbone. His hand caresses her cheek and he pulls her in for a kiss. She closes her eyes anxiously awaiting the feel of his lips on hers, only to be disappointed when he stops just shy, "You have no idea" he whispers, before reaching beside him to open the car door. She had been so caught up in the moment she hadn't even realized they were at her apartment. She climbs off his lap, the ghost of his lips so close to hers still haunting her as they enter the elevator.
It's eerily silent as he presses the button for her floor, the tension so thick he swears it could suffocate them. As soon as the doors shut, he has he pressed against the wall, hands in her hair while she tugs on his tie in eager attempt to remove it. They stumble out of the elevator once it reaches her floor, a mess of limbs and hungry kisses as he fumbles to unlock her door, scooping her up once he does so and carrying her straight to her bedroom.
The ride to Boston is quiet, both exhausted from their prior "alone time." 13 years is a lot of time to make up for and Harvey wasn't keen on wasting any more time; In the 4 hours before they had to hit the road he managed to pleasure her several times. He also managed to sneak her Christmas gift into the trunk of his car while she was busy packing. It was one of the first gifts he had ever picked out without her help; as she liked to point out, and he was sure she would love it. She begins to hum a song that comes on the radio, last Christmas, and before they know it both are singing it at the top of their lungs and giggling as they make their way down the freeway.