AN: Okay okay I know, way too long before an update. Don't worry, you won't have to wait long for another, if you still want more that is. Anyway this story end at the same time as 6.10, therefor it really needs to be finished soon. And I made a deal with myself that I have to finish this story before I'm allowed to watch 6.11 or any of the next episodes. And I'm dying to watch them!
Luckily most of the scenes I had in my mind have already been partly written, so trick is to finish them. SOON!
Hope you enjoy.
"Sorry about dinner" He started as she opened her door.
"Harvey it's okay!" She tried to calm him, she could tell it really bothered him that he had had to cancel.
"It was for Mike. I get it!"
Harvey had intended to have a quick meeting with Cahill before taking Donna out for a luxurious dinner at her favourite restaurant. He had booked it himself.
But after the meeting with Cahill he had had to go and see Mike. And that had ruined the plans. Not to mention the argument he had got into with Mike. And once again Donna had been shoved aside. Even though that had been the last thing he had wanted to do.
But Donna seemed so calm.
"How was Mike?" was all she asked as she led the way to the living room. She poured him a drink.
"He wants me to make a third deal." Harvey sighed. He sat down on her couch, accepting the glass she held out to him. "Thanks."
She sat down next to him, grabbing her glass of wine from a side table.
"A third deal?" She looked puzzled.
"Kevin's wife."
"What did you say?"
"That I'd make it happen." Harvey said, staring into nothing. He had no idea how he was going to get Cahill to go for it. But he was going to have to think of something. Even though he knew they were lucky that Cahill was honouring Mike's deal at all.
"And so we will." Donna tried to reassure him, placing her hand on his arm.
The physical contact seemed to pull him back into the room with her. He looked at her.
"Hey" He said softly, his eyes lighting up.
"Hi" She returned, a light blush reaching her cheeks. The way he was looking at her was making her feel weak in the knees. Luckily she was sitting.
His free hand covered hers on his arm.
"I was really looking forward to dinner." He whispered.
"Me too." She admitted.
He raised his hand to cup her cheek. His thumb running along her cheekbone as he gently urged her face closer to his.
He kept looking at her to see if she gave any hint of wanting him to stop. He saw no sign. So he kept closing the distance. His nose reaching hers he angled his face slightly and closed his eyes. Then his lips finally press against hers and all was right with the world.
She had let his hand pull her face towards his. When he had kissed her this morning her mind had been on overload, jumping from one emotion to the next while all these different thought kept screaming for attention at the same time. Not this time though. This time, there had been a serene silence. No thoughts, no worries, no fears, no insecurities, nothing. They were going to kiss. And it was right.
She raised her own arm and let her fingers weave through his hair. She loved doing that. Feeling the short hairs tickling against her skin as she traced patterns across his skull. It also made it easier for her to pull him even closer and deepen the kiss.
Harvey had forgotten how it felt when she ran her fingers across his scalp, but the memory came rushing back. And he couldn't believe he had forgotten it. He wanted her to never stop again. He circled his arms around her as he let them both sink sideways into the back of the couch, his hands wandering up and down her body.
They kept kissing for as long as they could, but finally, regretfully, the need for air became to great and their lips broke away from each other. Donna pressed her forehead against his, smiling and blushing. Harvey nudged her nose with his own a couple of times before pressing a light kiss on the top of it.
"It's getting late." She whispered once she felt the control of her voice returning to her.
Harvey kissed her lips and said: "Yeah, you're right. And it will be another early morning tomorrow."
"Yeah, it will." She agreed. "We should go to bed."
Harvey's smile grew bigger.
"We should." He said. "We really should."
Donna couldn't help but kiss the big smile that was playing on his lips. She had to.
Harvey locked his arms around her back and under her knees and lifted her off the couch. Donna giggled against his neck. The move felt a little corny, like they were badly acting out a scene from a romantic movie. At the same time, she was certain that her knees had not been trustworthy for a good fifteen minutes now and would probably not have supported her all the way to her bedroom. And this way, she could press her nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, a perfect mix of cologne and Harvey. She loved that he had always stuck with the brand she had picked out for him years ago.
All of a sudden she felt herself being laid down on something soft and comfortable. Had they reached her bed already? She hadn't even noticed when they left the living room and moved into the hallway.
There was a second's loss of his body against hers, but the moment she started to worry about that he was back again. His weight pressed down her as he settled himself on top of her. She reached for his face and pulled it down to her own and pressed her lips against his again.
