For Elle: Who prompted "A fic where he gets so excited and caught up in the moment he pulls Donna in for a kiss because everything is finally falling into place and she's the final piece of his puzzle."

Give Me Love

Fifty-two seconds. That's how long it had been since anyone spoke. That's how long he'd been staring at Donna from across the room, stealing glances of Mike and Rachel, both seemingly unable to regulate their breathing. Fifty-two seconds. For almost an entire minute, he watched as his world stood still.

The entire future of Mike's career was on the line. They'd given their all to this, every last one of them. It was the only thing he'd thought about for weeks, and now it was all coming to an end. The show was coming to a close, the curtains were being drawn and it was time for one final bow.

This was it.

He could feel it in his gut. This was a defining moment in all of their lives; and suddenly, all of his petty problems seemed meaningless. Mike was waiting on a phone call that would dictate his future, the career he'd fallen in love with was hanging in the balance, the direction his and Rachel's lives would take was unknown. And that thought made Harvey realize just how futile his problems were and fleeting life was.

If his life was hanging in the balance, would he change the way he lived it?

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"Hey stranger," her voice cuts through his office as she wanders over to his decanter and helps herself to a glass of scotch.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asks, rounding his desk and fetching his own glass of scotch.

"Same as you, working," she replies, taking a seat on the sofa and watching as he sits next to her, their knees brushing slightly, a feeling that sends a chill coursing through her body.

"Do you think he has a shot?" she asks.

"Honestly Donna, I'm not sure."

"It's got to be awful, the not knowing. I can't even imagine what Rachel's feeling right now."

"Afraid, unsure, terrified that the one person she depends on won't be able to keep doing the thing he loves…" Harvey says softly.

She stares back at him quizzically, and he responds to the question she's yet to ask.

"That's how I would feel," he says, "At least, that's how I felt when I thought you might go to prison," he admits and she can feel herself blushing.

She's unsure of what to say next, a rarity, and he offers her a sad smile, knowing he shouldn't press and continue to toy with the fine line they so elegantly walked.

She leans towards him slightly, and he swears there's a moment when her eyes dart to his lips but he convinces himself he's seeing things. He's tempted. He's already played with fire and he wants to know what it would feel like to get burned. But he can't do that to them. He won't.

He can't be the one to push them over the edge their relationship teetered on, because if they fell over the edge and couldn't recover, he's certain his heart won't be able to bear the outcome. She doesn't see him that way, that's what he tells himself as he clears his throat and sits up straight, ruining whatever moment they may have been having.

"Right, I should go," she whispers and he senses disappointment in her tone and immediately regrets not kissing her. Not giving in to the temptation he'd faced nearly every day for the past decade.

She finishes her drink and places the empty glass down on the table before standing with a heavy sigh and smoothing her dress. She stops just shy of the door and turns back to face him, though he's trying to distract himself by swirling the liquid in his glass and hardly notices she's stopped.

"Goodnight Harvey," she smiles weakly before turning and walking away.

"Goodnight Donna," he says to his empty office.

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One minute and seventeen seconds and no one says a word. But they're together and in this moment, that's all that seems to matter. Jessica is the first to break the silence and the tension in the room is suddenly shattered. Before he knows it they're talking about some prayer scenario and the phone in his hand is ringing and he knows this is it. This is that moment.

He feels a sharp pang ripple through his chest when he watches the way Mike and Rachel celebrate Mike's new life together. He may be Mike's mentor, but he'd always envied the relationship Mike and Rachel had. For years he told himself he wasn't a relationship kind of man, but lately, he was beginning to wonder if he'd been wrong about the type of man he was.

Watching his protege and his fiance as they celebrate, he can't help but wonder if anyone in his life would wait for him if he was thrown in prison. He doubts it. Besides, he'd long since figured out that the only person he would want to be waiting for him was in the room with him, and he doubts the feeling was mutual.

Sure, they'd grown close again. But would she wait for him if he was locked up?

Some days, he's convinced that she would. Days where they share an extra glass of scotch in his office after hours and he makes her laugh that deep belly laugh that brings a smile to his face for days. Other days, when she goes home early and he's left to wonder if she's with another man, a thought that eats away at him for hours, he's not convinced.

All he knows is that he would want her to be the one that waits for him; and that thought terrifies him to his core. He's known since that night in his office, and the regret of not kissing her, the disappointment in her tone as she left ate away at him.

Knowing that she was his everything while to her he was nothing but a co-worker.

What he doesn't see, is her eyes trained on him from the moment he answers the phone to long after he hangs up.

He can feel his pulse racing as her fingers lightly dig into his shoulder. His breath hitches in his throat as the heat pulses through his jacket. It wasn't normal. To be so turned on by such a simple touch. The way his skin came alive at the mere contact.

It had happened a few times in the past, the lingering sensation that came with her touch. The way he could still feel her presence on him after a quick brush of her knee or a friendly gesture. He knew it wasn't normal.

Most people didn't think of their secretary this way.

Most people didn't dream of taking their secretary in their arms. Didn't imagine the way she would taste. The way her lips would feel pressed against his own.

It happened more often lately.

The inappropriate thoughts about Donna. The desire to have her. To hold her. Ravish her.

It was all consuming at times.

And it terrified him.

He'd been doing so well with keeping his feelings bottled up, but sometimes when her glance lingered and her eyes found his, he found himself wavering.

As she moves to brush past his shoulder and move to Mike, something in him just snaps and before he can help himself his hands are gripping her hips and pulling her into his chest. In this moment, he could see it all so clearly. Everything was falling into place and Donna Paulsen was the final piece of his puzzle. She always had been. It may have taken him a while to see it, but now that he had there was no going back. She was the only person he would want waiting for him on the other side. The Bonnie to his Clyde. The final missing piece of him.

He catches her eye for a brief moment before closing the gap between them and crashing his lips into hers, not leaving any time for himself to panic.

He feels her freeze for a moment before relaxing into his arms, her lips slowly beginning to move against his. He tightens his grip on her hips as she slips her tongue into his mouth and her hands falling into his hair is the only thing that makes him believe this isn't a dream.

His hands move upwards and settle on her lower back, she opens her mouth to grant him greater access when the sound of a clearing throat snaps them both back to reality and they break apart, blushing.

Looking anywhere but at each other, a deep blush washes over both of their faces as their coworkers look on with open jaws.

She's tempted to run, but Harvey's left hand still firmly planted on her waist keeps her rooted in place. She is desperately trying to process what just happened but her mind can't make sense of anything.

She's not sure if she's still high on the taste of him or if her feelings are caught in her throat but she can't manage to find any words.

She'd spent countless nights wondering what being with Harvey would feel like. For the past decade she'd craved a taste she'd long since forgotten; a taste that was reminiscent, had the faintest hint of strawberry and characteristic of Harvey. And it was better than she remembered. The way his lips fell perfectly into the mold of hers. The way his hands on her body made her skin crawl with a pleasant sensation that shot straight to her core.

Mike clears his throat one more time while staring wide-eyed between his friends.

"Geez, get a room you two," he laughs before Rachel playfully swats at his arm.

"Does this mean you two are finally together?! Oh my god! This is the best day of my life!" Louis exclaims, looking between a flustered Donna and a smug looking Harvey.

"You owe me fifty bucks!" Louis yells at Mike, alluding to the long running bet they'd had on when Harvey and Donna would finally smarten up and get together.

Reading the room better than the rest, Jessica clears her throats to catch everyone's attention, "Why don't we go finish this celebration in the conference room, give these two a minute?"

Harvey nods a silent thank you as she ushers the rest of the group out. He can hear Louis rambling about how he knew this would be the year they finally did it and he catches Rachel mouth something to Donna but can't quite make out what she's saying. Once the commotion finally dies down, he's left alone in the office, hand still firmly planted on Donna's waist, the taste of her fresh on his lips.

"Donna I-" he turns to face her again, ready to apologize for what he'd just done, the position he just put them in.

She reaches forward and grabs his tie, tugging him forward until her lips collide with his and for the second time that evening she's seeing stars.

She sighs into his kiss, his hands slowly roaming up her back and she can feel his smile against her lips as he tightens his grip on her.

He's the first to break the kiss, pulling back and taking her cheeks between his palms, his eyes drowning in a pool of hazel as he draws in a deep breath.

She looks at him, silently asking why he'd stopped but he knows exactly why. He was holding his world in the palm of his hands and he wanted to be sure that this time, it would remain his world to hold. She'd already taken up residence in his mind for the better part of the past decade, and he couldn't waste another second without permanently making her his.

"Donna?" he practically whispers, nose buried in her hair.

"Why now?" she replies, looking up at him teary-eyed.

"I didn't know if you felt it too…"

"Felt what, exactly?"

"Everything," he gushes before stepping back so he can look her in the eye while taking her hands in his.

"Harvey, what does this mean? Where does this leave us?"

"It means I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner. If I'd known that you felt the same way maybe I-"

"Hey," she redirects his attention towards her by placing a palm on his chest and stepping towards him again.

"I was worth the wait anyways," she smirks before stealing another kiss.

"Sorry we forgot the bottle," Mike says as he interrupts their kiss and causes Donna to turn her head and blush again, still wrapped in Harvey's arms.

"So are you two an item now or?"

"Mike, if you don't leave this office immediately so I can resume kissing my girlfriend I'll have you disbarred before you're even an official member," Harvey grunts.

Grabbing the bottle he came into the room for, Mike raises his hands in surrender before backing out of the office.

"I'm happy for you guys, even if I lost the bet!" he calls as he shuts the office door behind him.

"Remind me to ask Louis what this bet was about," she chuckles into his shoulder.

"Make sure you get half of his winnings while you're at it," he laughs.

"Girlfriend?" she asks, the tone of the conversation suddenly much more serious.

"Unless you prefer the Girl Friday title?"

"Hmmm… I think I like the new one better," she whispers into a kiss.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he mumbles between kisses, as the pair lose themselves in one another.

"Should we be joining the celebration?" she asks when they finally part for air.

"I was hoping we could get out of here, do a little celebrating of our own?"

"Mr. Specter, what are you implying?"

"I'm saying we can celebrate with everyone tomorrow. Right now, I want to take my girlfriend home."