I was asked to write this, I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
prompt: Donna gives Harvey a blowjob on the night of Machel's wedding.
No need to say this is M rated content, please be careful if you're not into it.
Huge thanks to my wife Marie ( darveycaptain) for the betaing.
Good reading, -F.
balcony under the moon:
"Here you are," Harvey says as he walks towards her on the balcony, "I've been looking all over for you."
"Yeah, I just needed some fresh air," Donna explains without turning to face him, yet.
She seems absent but he lets it slide, putting her disregard on the news they received mere hours ago.
It's late at night, even for a wedding party, and most of the guests have already left the venue to go home, but not them. Not yet.
They needed to extend the night as much as they possibly could, the prospect of saying goodbye tomorrow still too raw to both of them. It's so foreign for now, the simple idea of letting go of two of their closest friends, the ones who witnessed and were there during their ups and downs, the last down not too far in the past.
Both Donna and Harvey were craving for tonight, to see which prospect it would bring for them, and for it to be finally the turning point of their history, the one where they bury the therapist hatchet and get to appreciate where they stand, appreciate what they stand as.
The duo needed to dance it all tonight, and just enjoy the warmth of familiar arms and intimacy of bold touches.
Their friends and colleagues weren't one bit of a problem for them, as pry eyes gravitated towards them all evening, not once restricting their moves because of the public. They don't care, they never did.
Now, they only have the moon as their witness.
The white globe looks at them with shimmering light, bathing them with a blurred clarity, and it's all Harvey needs to undress her with onyx eyes.
She's casually leaning against the barrier, her bareback in full view, and ass a little up. It's also all it takes for him to feel his groin hardening and he would like to blame it on either the alcohol he drank already or maybe even the tired face he wears.
But it's all on her porcelain he dressed with his hands an hour ago as he made her twirl in his arms.
And goddamnit she has too much of uncovered skin and it's too late to fight the images flooding back in his mind. Harvey isn't proud of his craving for her, but it was so much more than just a physical attraction between them, it was way more than just yielding into whatever alchemy they shared.
It was a meeting between soulmates, and each thrust he made into her was like a hammer forging a sword. It made them, defined their beings for the rest of their lives.
He finds it's a good enough reason to allow his mind to fantasize about what delineates him.
So yeah, his eyes are filled with need when he stops two steps behind her, waiting for Donna to turn around so he could start to regain some composure.
She doesn't grab the drink he brought for her, and his pants tighten when she moves her legs a bit.
She's gonna kill him, and he tries to focus on the atmosphere surrounding them, but it's either too heavy with emotions or too raw for him to get it.
Though he senses the awkwardness, and it's been like this for too long, he prays for the right words to leave his mouth and erase it, but she speaks first, "They're leaving."
He nods and lowers his head, "they are." It stinks.
"How are you feeling about it?" she then asks, always concerned for him and this kills him even more. She's a constant and he could never repay her for the kicks she took to protect him.
He clears his throat and empties his mind as best as he can, "They're doing it for the good reasons Donna. They found themselves and they're moving on. Do I like it? Not one bit. Do I respect it? More than anything." It's an honest answer and the best he can do for now. Maybe one day he'll come to like not having Mike as a pain in his ass anymore.
She slightly turns her head, but he can't see her eyes, "You're not mad at them?"
He detects surprise in her voice and he can't blame her.
"I'm not," Harvey shrugs, "Both Mike and Rachel have grown here, they both found themselves and each other at Pearson Hardman. They now know what kind of people they wanna be. And they can't pretend to be them in New York. It's not something I understand to be honest, but I love them and I support them."
It's teasing material and so he waits for her witty come back, either on how soft he is or on how much he does love the kid. But she doesn't pick up and gets lost in thought facing the moon.
Harvey knows Donna had her fair share of drinks too tonight, but he also knows a tipsy Donna is a chatty Donna. And yet here she is, quiet and thoughtful, missing an opportunity to make fun of his face.
It's kinda scary.
Harvey takes a deep breath and lets the cold air enter his lungs, wishing it might soothe him somehow, but Donna finally turns around and he's left without lungs to fill when he meets the gaze she's wearing.
It's one he doesn't recognize on her, one that doesn't fit the woman he knows.
It's undefined and unsure, it feels like he sees the reflection of their relationship in her hazels, he's frozen on the spot. She keeps her mouth shut and that's not helping his heart to beat slower, if all it makes it slam harder and harder in his chest, Harvey's sure it's gonna explode at some point.
She eyes him for a minute, takes his dazzled expression and questioning brows, but does nothing of it as she erases the two steps separating them.
She lands close to his chest but no contact has been made yet, and the apprehension of what could happen when she's that near is slowly slaughtering him to the core.
A small breeze carries her sent to his nostrils and its alluring. She smells like bergamot with a hint of aquatic notes, something musky and yet inexplicably hers, it brings him immediately back when he got to lick that perfume off of her neck.
His gaze falters between her rosy lips and foggy eyes he doesn't want to analyze yet, but it feels like she's inviting him to another kind of dance, and the small air they share isn't doing any good to calm his erection down.
"Donna what-"
"Harvey I can't play games with you anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about this," she whispers and her right-hand finds his crotch, his erect crotch.
Harvey's so stunned and embarrassed, he doesn't even know what to say to defend himself anymore, all his lawyer side gone he's left with just the primal needs of a man and her hand brushing it so naturally. He's completely taken by surprise when he looks down and sees her fingers under his belt, he doesn't even take a step back.
He's rooted on the spot.
He turns his face to the right and closes his eyes, out of shame surely, because he damn well knows he shouldn't be like this, but he's busted and it's here and she notices.
"Donna, I'm," he breathes and doesn't go further.
"Don't say sorry." Her voice is more assured than his, clearly in control, "don't say that this is nothing, or that it's our normal or another one of our bullshit lines Harvey because you damn well know that it's not. And I'm tired of playing dumb."
He won't correct her, on any of her statements, they are all true, and he can't argue the truth when she has proof right in her hand.
He conjures what's left of his courage to finally meet her eyes, and what he sees there is the last thing he expected to find in her gaze.
They're dark as coal and hot as lava, burning his skin like it's a vulgar piece of paper. The hazels are hooded with what he now recognizes as an incendiary gaze, one he easily reads when the barriers of desire are down, one he only faced in a particular light, with a different moon. One he swore to forget but never managed to do so.
The glasses he is holding escape from his grip and end up shattered on the ground in a bang that pierces the silent night, but the sound isn't enough to disturb the two protagonists, too caught up in each other, too occupied with reading one another.
They don't care about the jugs.
"I won't tell you that."
He can swear he sees her lips curl just the slightest, but she disappears from his view too fast to be certain, lowering herself to meet the broken drinks on the floor.
Harvey can't doubt her purpose for long, the intention is written crystal clear on her face when she looks up at him, hand still on his dick.
He then pants heavily, wobbled inspirations as the realization that she's going down on him hits him like a ton of bricks. Harvey feels like he's dreaming again, but she starts unbuckling his belt and the action makes it too real to be a simple fantasy.
He has to stop her before she's gone too far, but gosh he doesn't want to.
Harvey needs to cut this short before it causes them more wrongs than they would ever be able to go back from. He can't risk losing her, he can't risk hurting them more than he already did.
He can't afford a life where she's not right down the hall, or around the corner.
In the name of his love, loyalty and maybe cowardness, Harvey has to put an end to this.
And he tries.
"Donna," he calls as he grabs her wrists, stopping her movement, "you're drunk."
"And you're hard." The redhead doesn't miss a bit.
He pointedly looks at her, silently pleading for an escape.
She doesn't give him one, and he has to face the fact that she doesn't want to stop this at all.
"Harvey, I'm not doing this out of sympathy. I'm doing this because I want to," she reassures. She knows he needs to hear this. She needs to say it out loud too. "I'm not gonna regret it in the morning. I've never regretted you, Harvey." Her voice is low now, more gentle and her tone soothes his fears, "let me do this for you. Let me suck you."
And all he had left of reluctance in his body instantly left him at the words that fell out of her mouth. She's mesmerizing, and her wanting to do this to him, as if he's doing her a favor, it's a fucking turn on like he's never encountered before.
He silently nods and releases his hold on her gently, allowing her to pursue the course of her action.
She brings her hands back on his belt, grabbing it and tossing it somewhere behind her, to then go for the button and zipper. She doesn't falter once, so sure and so skilled, leaving no room for any floating moment that might bring doubts back in his mind.
Donna is determined and Harvey gets swallowed by her eagerness.
She brings his pants down around his ankles, and the cold air comes to bite his legs but Harvey can't feel it, the heat coming from Donna's body enveloping them both, keeping them from any form of resistance.
He's now clad in his boxers, his growing need visible through the fabric and he would almost be ashamed if Donna wasn't licking her lips at the sight.
She slowly brings her hand closer, featherly making its presence known but seeing her move like this is enough to make him twitch and she chuckles, sharing a slutty gaze with him.
She seems so carefree, he loves her like this.
She continues to stroke him a bit, applying more pressure here and there, but never going all the way to the tip, and he gets the idea. He's gonna be teased, as fuck.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Donna then brings her hand lower on him, and gently grabs his balls. She fully takes them in her left hand and massages them, her magic fingers tenderly taking care of them like they're jewels. He groans and she knows she does it the right way when she sees Harvey's pupils close and his mouth slightly opens. She can only grin with satisfaction.
She continues to play with them for a moment, teasing him some more, letting his need to be touched grow and grow under her horny gaze before her thirst starts to tingle in her throat.
She would fight it normally, she would keep provoking the urgency to a point where it becomes unbearable for him to handle, but Harvey's erection screams for freedom and she craves to finally see him after all these years. And so she just goes for the briefs, fingers hooking onto the material and pulling it down, the boxers joining the pants on Harvey's legs.
The reveal of his cock is as awaited by Donna as it is anguish for Harvey , the knowledge of his most private part being so fully on display before her leaving him sweating.
He's scared because emotions lead them here tonight, him half-naked and half-hard, and her completely down, and so when she sees his cock, it's like she sees his feelings, without any layers anymore, just here for her to take.
It's almost too much in one go, Harvey almost faints.
But she said no more games (and yet here she is playing with him most privately).
His thoughts are being cut short by Donna's hot breath on his balls, her nose so close to smell him, it's so fucking hot and unexpected, to have her cheek brushing his shaft when it was brushing his own not so long ago.
She opens her mouth to let out her tongue, delicately making contact with his bollocks and putting Harvey out of his misery at the same time. The lick is smooth and unhurried, like Donna's letting her buds savor the taste of his skin in her mouth and Harvey momentarily forgets how his lungs work, the whole world paused around them.
She licks him again and this time he looks at her, electricity jolting in his veins when Harvey meets the slutty expression she wears, and he finally authorizes himself to let go, and fully live and appreciate the moment, consequences be damned.
He's always been helpless when it comes to her, so he can only surrender.
Donna licks there one more time, and travels her tongue along his shaft, letting her lips run over it in a taunting manner, doing up and down movements and humming just a little, but her hands do not join the party just yet. She craved for his fondness for too long, she physically can't separate her mouth from his wood, he feels too amazing against her heat.
Her tongue explores him a bit more, going up and down all over him, leaving not one bit of flesh left without her saliva, but she sees Harvey's fists clench in the corner of her eye, and a loud sigh coming out of his throat, it's all the pleading she needs to decisively put him in her mouth.
Without any warning, Donna comes around his head and circles his tip with her lips, licking the precum that Harvey released earlier.
"God, Harvey, you taste so good," she moans before dropping some of her saliva on his head, lubricating his shaft just so.
She licks his tip over and over again, circling and dancing with it, before welcoming him in her heated mouth, her teeth grazing his gland just to tease it a bit, exciting Harvey even more. It feels like she wants to mark him, and he surely won't object to that.
Her head moves and the red view he has when he lowers his own is breathtaking, as he sees more and more of his dick disappear inside of her.
She starts to town his dick, sucking it and sobering on it like she is dying of thirst and his dick contains the only water for miles around. Her tongue is used deepthroated off his bat, and everything is sloppy and wet and feels fucking amazing.
She can feel the veins of his penis on her lips, traces them over and over again like she could suck the blood out of them, her thirst for him could never end.
Donna then lastly brings her hands to the party and starts to jack him off, but puts her mouth to use and comes to sucks the skin at his base, where his balls meet the shaft. It's almost a weak suction, but so slightly present on the right spot that Harvey isn't sure if the stars in the sky are real or made up by his imagination. She adds her tongue there and very lightly bites his bullocks while she strokes him.
"Fuck Donna," his casting tone, "yeah, just like that."
How could he forget how good she is, he doesn't know because he sure as hell won't ever forget that blowjob.
Then her tongue takes another journey, running up and down his cock for a while and then puts him in her warm and welcoming mouth again, sucks and runs him down with her tongue again and again, while her hands still pump him with no fatigue near the base.
But she needs more contact, more of him if that's even possible. And she can only do that if she loses a bit of power for him to take.
Grabbing his buttocks with both hands, his dick still inside her, she kneads them, slaps them gently and Harvey moans so loudly he's for a second afraid people still inside the venue might check up on them.
But no one comes and her hands now cover his hips to pull him in even deeper in her throat, his dick long engulfed in her glow, saliva dropping. She makes a harsh noise and the vibrations reach his tip and fuck it his hands land on her hair, fisting it.
Harvey takes the hint for good, and with a first shy move, starts fucking her mouth, his hips thrusting in to taste the waters.
She moans, and her eyes say it all, so he does it again, removing himself almost fully to dive back in, her tongue brushing his hard skin. The sensation is out of this world, and soon his hips are pumping hard, as hard as Harvey possibly could and Donna not once tries to stop him.
It's the hotter thing he's ever done, and just realizing he's doing this to her on a balcony makes his pheromones explode.
They keep going at it for a little while, but soon Harvey feels his orgasm tingle, the overstimulation Donna applied being the reason, and he warns her.
"Donna, I'm gonna come."
On that, she releases his hips, and he does the same with her hair, so she can take the control back again.
Her lips remain around his head, and she pumps vividly his length, her tongue licking and circling and teasing him, it doesn't take long for him to let it all go in. He fills her mouth with his moisture, guttural sounds coming out of his own and her name is a curse on his tongue.
Harvey comes so hard he's sure he just blacked out, the high hitting his head so strongly an elephant could have walked on it, he's positive it would have had the same effect.
Donna continues her moves on him for a bit, emptying him until he's fully down, helping and soothing him, gently helping his journey back onto reality. She chuckles and Harvey's not sure if it's because she's making fun of him or because she's proud of herself.
Surely it's both.
She's done swallowing the last drops off of his shaft, leaving it perfectly clean of any juices, and Harvey doesn't even think before grabbing her by the cheeks to make her stand and kiss her into oblivion.
It's in the spur of the moment, not sure if he's doing this because he's still going down from the orgasm he just had, or because of her lips now free from any lipstick begged him to do so, but in any case, he engulfs his tongue in her mouth and the taste of his sperm in there is the best goddamn thing on planet earth.
Donna is taken by surprise by the kiss for sure, but he feels her body relax against his own, and her hands come around his neck as she kisses him back with all her soul.
Their tongues dance for a bit, fighting for dominance and nobody loses, as Harvey breaks the contact against his own will, but his lungs and brain need air.
He rests his forehead on hers, and Donna still too stoned to speak, her throat burning a bit from first his shaft and then his tongue. His gaze is soft on her though, not mad or concerned, just full of admiration and fondness. She feels like a goddess when he looks at her like this.
He maintains the deep gaze, and simply whispers an "I love you," on her lips. It's so quiet and faint, she isn't sure if he said it, but he repeats it louder this time, and if Donna was tipsy before, she sure as hell is all sober up now.
"Harvey, what?" she asks harshly, more because of her sore mouth rather than anything else.
"Does that surprise you?" he laughs. He seems so carefree she's swept off her feet by his delight. Because it's one thing she hadn't anticipated at all when she dropped on her knees.
To be fair she hadn't anticipated anything at all. But his words stop her heart nonetheless, and she has lost every vocabulary.
The last time he uttered those words aloud, he took it back the day after, and it almost broke them apart. It's so not Harvey to speak up like this, this time she's the one that's taken off guard.
"Are you sure you're not saying this because of the alcohol, or even the blowjob? Because Harvey," she falters, emotions too raw to be checked, "I won't be able to hear you take it back tomorrow one more time."
Harvey hears the fear in her voice and he hates himself for it so much, the simple thought of hurting her torturing his guts. He takes a deep breath and smiles, hoping his words will appease her wounds, "Donna, I've loved you for over a decade," he's so sure she can't help but gasp, "And during that time, not once did you do this. Trust me, it's not because of the blowjob."
She chuckles and the atmosphere is lighter around them, the twelve years of hurting going down at his confession.
She smiles and it reaches her eyes, it's all Harvey could have asked for, "I would have loved to give you one."
"Just one?"
"You're an idiot."
He laughs and kisses her again, savoring her lips on his.
"So, what now?" she asks then, a bit out of breath.
"Now," he says, "I'm gonna put my pants back on and take you home. Because I can't taste you here on that balcony." Mischief is written all over his face, and he might have just come from her ministrations, but he already longs for her again.
"Don't have the balls to do it here?" she teases, eyebrows lifted.
"Oh, I do," his ego picked, "But I need you naked in my bed."
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