Chapter 12
Hey guys, thank you for your participation on this one. The votes were somewhat varying but most were leaning towards a 10. Now i had to dial down a little to accommodate everyone. Your opinions matter to me. Believe me , i did try to dial it down but totally rated M. So Here it is, as you ordered. Enjoy.
Don't forget to leave a review. Keep on shipping.
...
'We loved with a love that was more than love."-quote by I don't know who, but its nice.
His heart clutches, breath whooshes out of his lungs. He may have fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the bed because he had been really tired. He could be dreaming but Donna was still standing right there in front of him with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. She is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, its unreal. He feels his body getting hard and he sees an answering hunger in Donna's eyes.
"Come here." He says , breaking the tension. He can't help it , he has never wanted anything more, ever. And he is done pretending. As he'd expected, she exploded into motion, trying to get away. He gets up from the bed and takes hold of her, he hold her secure with his firm hold and said, "Shh. Shh, it's all right."
She sounded panicked. "I…Harvey!"
"I know." He didn't release her, adjusting his hold to keep her still, to keep her right where he wanted her. "I should let you sleep. I should give you time to think about this. But I want you too much. Now."
He looked down at her mouth, saw her parted lips tremble, and he went right over the edge. He leaned down until he could feel her warm breath on his mouth, fast and low, and the vibrancy of her expectation, her own awareness.
And then he kissed her.
Donna clutched at him, straining to make the contact more complete. Her towel fell to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She barely noticed.
She didn't think about what was happening, and she didn't think about pulling away. Overwhelmed by pure sensation, by heat and need she'd never experienced before, she wanted only to get closer. She'd thought the attraction was one-sided, but now, feeling the faint trembling in Harvey's hard body, she knew he was affected, too.
Harvey's mouth was warm and firm, and he teased, barely touching her, giving her time to change her mind, to pull back. Until she groaned.
There was an aching stillness for half a heartbeat, then his mouth opened on hers, voraciously hungry, and his hands slid around to her back, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. She felt the hot slide of his tongue and the more brazen press of his swollen sex against her belly. A delicious sensation of yearning unfurled inside her, making her thighs tingle and her toes curl. It was like a fever , hotter than ever.
.
He could feel her trembling, the rapid hammering of her heart. He turned his hand slightly until his thumb could drag over her sensitive nipple, flicking once, twice. Her hands gripped his shoulder hard, and she panted.
Opening his mouth on her throat, he sucked the delicate skin against his teeth. He wanted to mark her; he wanted to devour her. The primitive urges were new to him, but he no longer fought against them. She was his now, and there was no going back.
He caught her nipple between his rough fingertips and plucked gently. She moaned, then gave a soft sob, and all the resistance left her until she stood limp and trembling against him.
"You want me, Donna."
"I love you Donna. I am so in love with you. So desperately." The words emerged as a rough growl because he didn't want to say them, didn't want to take the chance she'd turn him away. But from somewhere deep inside himself, his honor had forced him to admit the truth to her.
"Oh Harvey." Her voice shook, and he bent to place a hard, quick kiss to her soft mouth. "I'm taking you to bed. Then I'm going to strip you naked and make love to you."
That sexy mouth of hers parted and she gasped. "I love you."
He lowered her to the mattress, but followed her down, unwilling to have any space between them at all. In one movement he used his knee to open her slender thighs and settled between her legs. He wanted to groan aloud at the exquisite contact, at the feel of her soft body cushioning his. Damn, if he wasn't careful, he'd come before he ever got inside her.
She stared up at him, her breathing fast and low, then with a moan she lifted while at the same time pulling him down. Their mouths met, open, hot, and Harvey gave up any hopes of slowing down. He'd been waiting on her for a lifetime.
SHE WAS ALIVE with sensation, aware of Harvey on every possible level, the hardness of his body, his heat, the way his kiss had turned commanding, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, stroking. She breathed in his hot, musky, male scent, felt the rasp of a slight beard stubble, and she moaned hungrily. Every touch, every movement, drove her closer to the brink. She'd never experienced this flash fire of desire before and probably would have argued over its existence. She could say she had experienced it only once in her lifetime. The other time. No one else could make her feel this way. And now she was held on the very threshold of exploding, and all he'd done was kiss her.
Her hands moved over his bare back, loving the feel of hot flesh and hard muscle . Nothing and no one could compare to the man now making love to her. Desperately, she pulled her mouth free and groaned out a plea. "Harvey…"
It seemed to be happening too fast. Her body was taut, her breasts swollen and acutely sensitive. And where his pelvis pushed against her, she ached unbearably.
"It's all right," he whispered against her mouth, the words rushed and low. "Let me take off this shirt." She helps him almost reaping the shirt in her haste to take it off him.
He paused, staring down at her with black eyes, and one large hand covered her right breast. His fingertips were calloused, and they rasped over her puckered nipple, around it, pinching lightly. She cried out, her body arching hard. The pleasure was piercing, sharp, pulling her deeper. He soothed her with mumbled words, then bent, and his mouth replaced his hand.
With a gasp, her eyes opened wide. She couldn't bear it. His mouth was so hot, his tongue rough, and then he started sucking. Hard. All the while his hips moved in that tantalizing rhythm against her in a parody of what was to come. She lost her fragile grasp on control, unaware of everything but the implosion of heat, the wave of sensation that made her muscles ripple and her skin burn, the link between her breasts and her groin and the way he touched her, how he moved against her…
Without thought, she dug her nails into his bare shoulders and she tightened her thighs around his hard hips, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and groaning long and low with the intensity of her orgasm.
After a moment the feelings began to subside, leaving her shaken and confused. Harvey raised his head, his lips wet, his eyes blazing. He stared at her and whispered, "Damn."
She shared his sentiments. Shock mingled with sated desire. She hadn't even known such a thing was possible, much less that it would ever happen to her. Only Harvey could do this to her.
He kissed her gently, and all she could do was struggle for breath, unable to even pucker for his kiss. His hand trembled as he smoothed wet hair away from her face, now pulled loose from the towel she'd wrapped it with. "I didn't expect that," he admitted, still softly, with awe.
She swallowed hard, trying to gain her bearings. A pleasurable throb reverberated through her limp muscles. She could barely think. "Wh…what?"
He touched her cheek and a gentle smile lit up his face. "You are so damn sweet."
What he said and the heat in his words made her entire body blush. He smiled, then moved to the side of her to wrest his jeans down his legs.
When he stood by the side of the bed, she no longer tried to cover herself. She doubted she could move. Her legs were still sprawled, her breasts trembling with her low, shallow breaths, but she didn't care. She felt replete and wrung out and willingly pliant.
He shucked off his jeans, his face dark with desire, his breathing labored. Donna let her head fall to the side so she could see him better, and through narrowed, slumberous eyes, she took in the gorgeous sight of his naked body. Though she didn't move, her heart gave a heavy thump at the sight he presented.
She felt emotionally raw, unable to cope with the depth of what she'd experienced, of what he could so easily make her feel.
She whispered, "I didn't know, didn't think…" but she couldn't put into words the way he'd made her feel, how it both thrilled and alarmed her. She could tell by the grim set of his features he understood, and felt the same. They both resented the strength of the desire between them. Mere sex shouldn't be so consuming, so uncontrollable.
Remaining at the side of the bed, his eyes hot on her face, Harvey reached down and cupped his hand over her sex. His fingers moved gently between her slick folds until they opened; he pressed his middle finger inside her, and his eyes closed on a groan. "Damn, you're wet and tight."
Donna bit her lip and tears seeped from the corners of her eyes as she struggled to accept this new onslaught of sensation. "It's…it's too much, Harvey."
"And not enough," he rasped, then came into the bed over her.
She opened herself to him without reserve, lifting her face for his kiss. Though the hunger was still tightly etched in his features, his kiss was gently controlling. He took his time, making love to her mouth, bringing her desire back into full swing.
"Please."
Harvey cupped her face and stared into her eyes. "Wrap your legs high around my waist. That's it. Now hold me tight."
His voice was so low and gruff she could barely understand him. She felt him probing, his erection pressing just inside, burning and appeasing, and her heart swelled. She gave a shuddering sob and closed her eyes, but he kissed her and said, "Look at me, Donna."
It was so wonderful, it hurt. She cried while she stared at him, not out of sadness, but from inexplicable pleasure. This was why they never touched. This was wrecking. She drew her palms down his chest to his small brown nipples and smoothed over them, determined to take everything she could. His expression hardened and he locked his jaw, rocking against her, entering her by excruciatingly slow degrees. She lifted her hips to hurry him along and was rewarded with his harsh groan. His muscles rippled and tightened, and then he thrust hard with a curse.
Donna held on to him, stunned by the shock of pleasure as he filled her. He tangled his fingers in her hair and locked his mouth onto hers and rode her hard. His chest rubbed against her stiffened nipples, his hips grinding into her with an incredible friction, his scent invading her.
She screamed as she climaxed, and Harvey, still kissing her, swallowed the sound. He held her so close she felt a part of him. He held her and kissed her until she'd relaxed and then continued doing so even as he found his own release, his hold almost crushing it became so tight.
The kiss dwindled, turning light and soft and lazy as Harvey sank onto her. His heartbeat rocked them both, and still he kept kissing her, easily, consuming her, soft lazy kisses that went on and on.
A noise in the hallway made him lift his head. He stared toward the closed door, and Donna couldn't remember if he'd locked it or not. After a second of squeaking floorboards, she heard a knock then a soft call , "Room service"
Harvey dropped his forehead onto hers with a muffled curse. He looks at her in question and she just shakes her head. He swallowed, took two deep breaths and said with feigned calm."Cancel the order." Then the sound of retreating foot steps.
Donna wanted to cover her face; she even wanted to blush. She couldn't manage either one. She closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep. Harvey kissed her slack mouth, smoothed his rough hand over her cheek, then rolled to her side. He was silent for a few minutes, and she felt the weight of lethargy settle into her bones. Right before she dozed off, she heard him murmur, "God only knows what I have ever done to deserve you."
In the next instant, she was sound asleep.
...
He woke up bright and early, ready for the big day. Everything seems to be in place; all that's left is the bride and groom. Harvey did say to pick them up 8am, which is about now. He is waiting with Ray outside Harvey's building, he had placed a call to his cell phone but he didn't answer. Ok, he'll give him a few more minutes before he goes in there and hustle him out there. People are waiting. They might have overslept. Rachel is already waiting for Donna at the chapel, with makeup and whatever else maids of honor do for the bride. He sees Cahill approach the car from the black SVU parked just in front of theirs.
"I take it you're here to pick up the bride and groom?" Cahill asks
"Yeah, am just giving them a few minutes to finish up before we head out to the chapel. I might have to go in and hustle them out. You know how new couples can be." Mike says
They wait there for a few more minutes before Mike looks at his watch again and decides to go up and get them. He knocks on the door three times and there's no answer.
"Harvey, Donna, hey guys it's about time you come out if you intend on getting married today." He shouts but still there is no response. He tries the knob but the door is locked. He goes downstairs to get a duplicate key from the guard. A heavy feeling settling in like a stone in his stomach, it's not a good feeling. At his approach and maybe the look on his face Cahill springs into action, suspecting something off. "What's wrong? Where are they?" he asks anxiously.
Mike just proceeds to take the key from the guard and moves back to the elevator not answering but Cahill is on his heels. They take the elevator together.
"What's going on Ross, talk to me." Cahill demands.
"We'll find out soon enough. I am sure everything is fine, they're just not answering that's all." Mike replies
"That is not all Mike Ross, that's a big problem." Cahill says in alarm
"Well we will find out won't we?" he says. They are already at the door and Mikes takes a deep breath and turns the key opening the door. They go in hesitantly, not quite sure what they'll find. It's so quite; Mike walks straight to the bedroom, shouting cautiously in case they are still in bed. He wouldn't want to walk in on some shenanigans. There is no one in the bedroom; the bed is all made up, like it hadn't been slept in. Other than that, everything looks normal. Nothing out of place really. He should calm down; they probably are at the reception already. He takes a breath to calm down and walks out of the bedroom to find Cahill standing in the kitchen, holding an envelope. The same envelope that he had delivered for Harvey, now addressed to Cahill.
"They're gone." Cahill says looking defeated. "Son of bitch!" Cahill bursts out, holding the contents of the envelope.
"No hey, I think they're already at the chapel, everyone is waiting there." Mike says not sure if he should be happy they're gone or frightened. If they're gone then they are officially in a shit load of trouble.
"Oh believe me, they're gone." Cahill says, breathing fire. Taking out his phone to make a call.
Mike doesn't wait to hear it as he bolts out the door.
...
Mike walks into the chapel and every one turns to look at him, he is late and of cause everyone is now a little bit anxious. Jessica, Jeff, Louise, Tara, Rachel, Gretchen and Father Walker, all these faces turn to look expectantly at him, all expecting to see the bride and groom. He's freaking out and it is obviously all over his face because he sees their faces change before he even says anything. Jessica raises an eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head. "It looks like they're gone." He says
The room goes still, then there are gasps of shock as comprehension hits.
"I should have known. Damn it Harvey." Jessica grumbles.
"Hold on just a minute, what do you mean gone." Louise asks puzzled
"Like gone gone Louise, what do you think?" Mike says
" They ran away." Rachel says. She is actually happy for them, being a hopeless romantic. "Oh my God that's so romantic." She says with glee.
"Oh my God," Louise says, "Yesterday when I went to visit Donna at Harvey's place. That must have been around the time they took off. Maybe if I had actually gone in I would have found them still there." He says looking dejected as he sits down on a chair, as if he could no longer stand up straight anymore. "And I would have fouled their plans." The full comprehension of the situation hits him. "Thank you Jessica for calling me off that moment. Harvey would have really hated me if I had been the one to foul their plans."
"How did I not see that coming?" Mike asks no one in general, just genuinely puzzled.
"Who could have known Harvey would turn all romantic like that. No one saw it coming. I mean this is Harvey Spectre we are talking about." Rachel says
"And this is Donna." Jessica says. "He totally would. I just didn't want to believe he would leave everything for her. Oh my God, I am almost proud of him. If only he hadn't left the Firm in a total mess."
"But, this is total madness; he is now a fugitive for crying out loud." Jeff Mallon says in befuddlement.
"Believe me I saw this coming from a mile away." Gretchen says "I know I haven't worked at this Firm that long but I have worked for Mr Specter long enough to know that Red was the one thing he valued more than anything in his life. The man could do anything for her. Those two are soulmates if there ever was such a thing." She turns to Jessica."Ms Pearson, he never would have been the same without her anyway. It would have eventually destroyed him along with your Firm, her being in jail. If you'd asked me I would have told you to guard that door a little more securely if you didn't want them to leave.
"But this is pure madness." Jeff Malone says again. How could a man just up and leave everything like that?
"Well my grandmother used to say when love is not madness it is not love." Gretchen says looking him up and down.
At that moment Cahill walks in looking like he would very much like to kill somebody. "Don't look so shocked, you knew about this whole thing. His bank accounts are wiped clean and he didn't just do all that in one day. You where all in on it from the get go." He marches in pointing a finger at everyone in general.
"What do you mean? We are all here aren't we? Obviously we were played too." Jessica says in defence
"My ass! You are all going to pay for this. And believe me I will hunt them down if that's the last thing I do." He shouts
Louise stood up at that moment, all pit-bull attack mode. "If you knew what was good for you you will put your tail between your legs, put your head down and get yourself out of here. You got played, not us. If you ask me I am glad they are gone. But you put this in motion buddy, no one else. Now if you don't want this to get out, that you made a dirty deal with Harvey and you got burnt, you will behave yourself. Or else watch your whole career go down the drain, if you don't find your ass in jail first. Now shut up about hunting them down and all this bullshit. If you find them then what? Your whole deal will be exposed and you won't escape unscathed. Now we are willing to keep your little secret if you agree to let this go." He says looking at the group expectantly and everyone is standing in solidarity behind Louise.
Cahill looks defeated. He looks at Jeff Mallon suspiciously since he also works at the SCC. Assured that he won't rat him out he turns without a word out of the chapel. He turns at the door and points a finger at Louise. "This is not over." He shouts and then exits. Everyone takes a breath of relief as they settle down to ponder the mess they've been left in. Cahill won't let this go that easy . They better not get caught.
