A/N: I know i said i would never write again lol but here i am again with some darvey p**n. Unbelievable, right? I think we all need it right now.

Thank you my dear Liz, for putting up with me. And the beta reading.

Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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It's late but he can't sleep. The past two days have been tough on him, helping his brother with his divorce has affected him more than he thought it would. But as much as this situation pains him, his job here was done, it's up to Marcus and his sister in law now.

He checks his phone, it shows 11.36PM and he rolls on his other side. He has an early flight the next morning, and he is tired, he really wants to sleep at least five hours before flying back to the city but goddamnit, he can't. His eyes are wide open, the hotel room is dark except for a soft glow coming from outside the large window. With a sigh, he props himself up against the headboard of the bed, before switching on the lamp on the bedside table. He needs to do something, anything, other than staring at the ceiling and thinking about things he doesn't want to think about.

So he does the most automatic thing to him, he picks up his phone and he doesn't even think twice before opening his messages.

I'm the person you call at 6 in the morning or at midnight when you need someone.

She was right, and he can't help it. His mind immediately drifts back to the conversation they had in his office the day before.

Is it true about the tomatoes?

God Louis, he can't fucking believe the man. He scoffs at the memory. And then —

We both know it's really strawberries and whipped cream

The memory brings him back to what he was about to do. Donna. He talked to her on the phone two hours ago and she was still at the firm. She's probably at home right now, getting ready for bed. The thought is encouraging somehow and he types fast on his phone.

H: Hey, are you still up?

He stares at the screen for a few seconds, doubts creeping up in his mind. He literally just talked to her, he already told her what happened, he has no real excuses for texting her this late. Maybe it was too much — the comment on the other time yesterday, texting her this late in the night.

Fuck.

Maybe he can still delete the message, maybe she's already asleep. Before he can do that the three dots signaling she's typing pop up on the screen and he knows she's texting him back.

It's been a long day, she thinks, climbing into bed and relishing in the feeling of the silky sheets on her skin. It's late, she's tired, but there's a low buzz humming through her body that's making her restless. She doesn't feel like going to sleep just yet. She thinks she'll read for a bit.

It's not even five minutes later that the vibration of her phone distracts her from the book she's reading. It's a welcomed distraction though, the book not catching her attention. She was just forcing herself to get to the end so she could move on to another one without feeling guilty. She lets it fall on her lap as she picks up her phone from her nightstand.

She briefly wonders who it could be, except deep down, she knows who it is. It's never anyone else this late at night. Harvey. Her eyes scan the screen of her phone fast as she reads his text. Her heart skips a beat and she hates herself for it. She can't help it. It's the Harvey effect.

She should be used to it by now, but after his comment on the other time earlier today, her mind continues conjuring images of his muscled body, naked skin, and big hands wrapped around his dick, jerking himself into oblivion as her name leaves his lips and God. She remembers why she picked up that book in the first place. She promised herself she wouldn't think about Harvey tonight. But here she is, promptly texting him back. She shakes her head at herself. What does this say about her?

D: Yes. You need something?

Because surely he needed something. It wasn't like them to text each other unless it was about work. They were around each other fifteen hours a day for god's sake. If it was an emergency he would call. They didn't text, period. Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short by his response.

H: No

H: I mean not really…

Now, she's just worried.

D: Harvey... what is it?

Shit.

He's an idiot. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know what's causing his insomnia. He's just upset and maybe a little sad. He knows that he needs her — he doesn't really know how though, so he just tells her the truth.

H: just can't sleep

H: thought we could chat for a bit?

He clenches his jaw waiting for a response. Why is he even nervous? It's just a couple of texts to take his mind off his problems for a bit, isn't it?

D: Harvey Specter wants to chat. cute.

Okay, he says to himself smiling reading her response. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all. Familiar ground... jokes…. and mild flirting. This he can do. This he's used to.

H: not sure about cute but i'm sure you can find some other words to describe me ;)

He can't stop the smirk forming on his face. He really can't help himself. There's just something that makes him want to push her buttons and it always ends with blurring those famous lines. After Mike and Rachel's wedding, it's only been getting worse. The memory of her soft skin under his palms, her perfume lingering on his jacket afterwards, that sweet unmistakable scent that's just so Donna. He feels himself grow hard just by the memory of her in that dress that night and fuck, this is not what he had in mind when he decided to text her. But his mind can't help but conjure up these thoughts when it comes to her.

D: you mean arrogant and self absorbed?

He laughs at that. He can always trust Donna to make him laugh and turn him on at the same time.

H: we both know that those are not the first adjectives that come to mind when you think of me.

He sees the three dots coming up on the screen and then fading away. She's thinking about a witty reply, he's sure of it. He makes himself more comfortable on the bed and waits her message.

D: you're an idiot.

He chuckles softly to himself at that. She sure likes to call him that. He finds he likes it too.

H: what are you doing?

He has to ask, just in case she's not at home. Maybe she's out, and she doesn't want him to send her pointless texts? Maybe she's with someone? That thought definitely made him feel uncomfortable.

It's always there. That feeling. He always tells her, and himself, that he isn't jealous but the thought of her with another man drives him near insanity. His phone lights up with a message before he can continue the thought.

D: in bed. couldn't really sleep either.

Good, he thinks. She is in bed, alone.

He imagines her under the covers in her pajamas, probably silk, no makeup, hair a little tousled against her pillow. And suddenly he feels the urge to know if this image he's conjured of her resembles reality. His fingers move without even thinking. Fuck it.

H: and what are you wearing?

What are you wearing? Really? She shakes her head at his words. So this is where he wants to go with this? She wonders if this was his plan all along. She was surprised when he said he wanted to chat. Chat? Really, Harvey? This, however, this she wasn't expecting.

She must admit, he's been more forward with his flirting lately —yeah, she had noticed — but this was totally blurring the line. Screw that, this would be erasing it altogether. She can't say she hasn't been waiting for this moment for a very long time though. But this is still Harvey we're talking about, and she needs to be sure.

D: Harvey…

D: what are you doing?

She lets out a breath.

H: it's just a question Donna

She feels a chill run down her spine. She glances down at her nightwear and bites her lip. Is she really doing this? Yes, she thinks she is.

D: nightgown

D: pink

It's done. She's playing his game now.

H: like the one you were wearing that night?

Another comment on the other time. Wow she thinks, he's on a roll now.

D: yes

And then, just because she feels like it.

D: silk

She can't believe she's doing this, with Harvey of all people. When did they change from post Paula awkward drinks at the office to… sexting? She doesn't really know what's happening here.

H: i really, really liked that

Well, he definitely liked what was underneath, that's for sure. The way his mouth sucked on her whipped cream covered nipples. She could never forget that memory, no matter how much she tried. She pushes her thighs together, as a little involuntary moan leaves her lips. Yeah, she's fucked, she thinks, tapping her fingers on the screen in response.

D: do you really remember what i was wearing that night?

Yeah, he remembers.

H: i remember everything

Of course he remembers. It's hard to forget something like that. Her sweet flesh under his mouth, her soft moans. Her nightgown ruined, sticky silk under his palms.

His fingers twitch at the thought of her in a piece like the one at the forefront of his mind. His fingers aren't the only thing twitching, he thinks, letting out a low groan. He knows what's under those office dresses of hers and he can't say he hasn't appreciated the view for the past fifteen years, but lately his thoughts have been something more and he's just tired of fighting them.

It takes a minute for her to text him back. He wonders if she was thinking about that too, or if he just caught her by surprise once again. He likes to do that with her. He likes catching her off guard. It doesn't happen often but he very much enjoys it when it does.

D: everything huh?

He opts for a straight answer this time.

H: yes

The next text from her comes quickly.

D: and what do you remember exactly?

Yes. He got her. He starts easy. One step at a time.

She thinks back to that day in the diner. How she'd said they had to put it out of their minds. Easier said than done, she thinks. That's just not how the brain works. You can't control memories like that. She certainly couldn't, and apparently he couldn't either.

H: strawberries… whipped cream..

Yeah, he already made that clear.

D: i know that. what else?

She knows she's playing with fire. They can't come back from this. She's squirming in her bed. Suddenly the room feels too hot and so she kicks the comforter from her body and the words that pop up on the screen leave her breathless.

H: you moaning my name in my ear

Oh fuck.

Mouth agape, eyes scanning the phone in her hand, she reads and rereads the text. The room feels too hot. She knew this little chat they were having was taking a certain direction and to be fair, she did ask. But that doesn't mean she was prepared for this.

D: Harvey...

What was she supposed to say to that? Jesus.

H: I told you i remember everything

D: i see that

H: I know you remember too

Yeah, she remembers. She remembers the way he pinned her to her front door, the moment their lips met in a too much awaited kiss. She remembers the way his fingers grabbed her hair as his tongue moved against hers. Their first kiss. She remembers thinking finally. But that was just the beginning.

She's losing herself in the blurred images of her memories when she receives another text for him.

H: you still there?

D: just remembering

H: tell me what you remember.

He thought he went too far with that comment about her moans. He doesn't know yet how far she's willing to take this game. She's still texting him back though and he takes it as a good sign.

He never would have imagined that this would be how they would cross the line, again, but here they were. And damn if he doesn't want to cross it tonight. He doesn't want to think about how they are gonna face each other at work tomorrow.

D: your hands touching me

Specifics, Donna. He needs specifics.

H: where?

D: my body

D: my breasts

He doesn't even have to flash back to that night to imagine her full breasts. She certainly wasn't shy showing off her assets. Many of her workwear choices proved his self restraint many times over the years.

H: yeah, i loved those

D: loved?

He smirks as adrenaline fills his veins. Time to act. He just hopes she doesn't tell him to fuck off.

H: love. touch them for me.

Oh, God.

She feels her arousal beginning to pool at her center. She's secretly always loved his dominant side. There was nothing sexier than seeing him taking charge of a situation. She can't even count the number of times she's gotten herself off thinking about him after he won a trial. Her free hand itches to touch herself the way he's requesting but this whole situation feels too surreal.

D: harvey

D: what are we doing?

H: tell me you don't want to

She can't.

Her left hand comes up and palms one round breast, squeezing it. Her fingers are trembling while she types her message.

D: i'm touching them

H: how?

Ugh.

D: squeezing them

D: rubbing my nipples

H: fuck donna this is so hot

H: I'm so hard

And she's so wet, already. This boldness coming from him, while talking about them and remembering their moments, is making her go wild. The thought of his hard cock makes her take off her nightgown, flesh burning. She wonders if he's touching himself yet.

D: what are you doing about it?

She's laying over her sheets, naked except for a pair of moist panties. Phone in one hand, the other taking turns in teasing both her breasts. She's literally aching to touch herself at the center of her thighs, but she waits.

Fuck.

His dick is throbbing inside his boxers. He palms himself to relieve some tension but it's not enough. She's in bed and she's teasing herself, thinking about him. Doing this for him. The images in his head are making him insane. He strokes himself a few times through the fabric and then lets his hand slip inside his boxers to grip his hard length. He's never felt like this, not even during the other time. He's never wanted anyone as much as he wants her right now, at this moment. Twelve years of suppressed feelings and jerking himself off to images of red hair and plump lips sucking whipped cream off of his cock can do that.

He gives his balls a squeeze with one hand and types out a message with the other.

H: donna

H: fuck

H: I'm stroking myself

D: how?

Payback, he thinks with a smirk. He bites his lip.

H: i'm squeezing my balls while gripping the base

H: Fuck you have no idea

D: i do. I always had a soft spot for your balls.

He doesn't miss her double meaning.

D: Harvey.. I need more.

Jesus fuck.

H: i bet that nightgown looks amazing on you but take it off.

He needs her naked. Now.

D: i took it off 10 minutes ago.

Flashes of creamy flesh appear before his mind's eye and he closes his eyelids with a low growl. He gives himself a full stroke and his tip shows a drop of precum. He smears it with his thumb, secretly wishing it was her pink tongue instead.

H: i didn't tell you to.

H: squeeze your tits together. With both hands. Leave your phone for a minute.

She's never been more turned on in her life. Her lacy panties are drenched and almost uncomfortable now. She places her phone by her side before grabbing her supple breasts and squeezing them together hard with an up and down motion, pretending his hard member is between them.

She captures her perky nipples between two fingers and gives them a slight tug, then bites down on her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. She's never been this horny. He's not even here. He's miles away, texting her the dirtiest things he ever said to her in the last twelve years, perhaps ever.

She keeps up her ministrations for a minute more, before her phone buzzes with another text from him.

H: i bet you look so beautiful doing that.

H: you're the hottest woman i've ever seen

She almost wants to cry. All the years of sexual frustration mixed with him telling her these things now. She spent so much time thinking that Harvey didn't really see her like that, when he was the only one she wished to be wanted by.

Her clit is throbbing and she can feel the smell of her arousal emanating from her wet core. She picks up her phone.

D: i'm so wet for you

She thinks he needs to know.

H: feel how wet you are for me, then rub your fingers along your pussy

H: Slowly

She skates her hand from her chest, across her stomach, down to her belly as she makes contact with her panties. She lets out a moan in anticipation. Her fingers move further down until they meet soaked lace rubbing, grazing against her clit.

God. Fuck.

She slides the fabric to the side and when the air hits her glistening core she bites down on her lower lip, letting out a whimper. Her wetness had seeped down to her ass and she thinks she's probably stained the sheets but she doesn't care in the slightest. The tip of her middle finger dips inside pooling at her entrance as she adds another and she smears her arousal all over her pussy. Then, she's wetting her clit and rubbing it in a circular motion. It all feels so good that she lets out a loud whimper that feels out of place in her silent bedroom.

He's sweating, the heat in the room almost unbearable. He leaves his dick for a minute and takes off his boxers and t-shirt, leaving him naked on the bed just as he knows she is. He can't believe she's laying there naked on her bed, wet, touching herself for him and he can't do anything about it. He's never wished for a teleportation device more than in this moment. He resumes palming his length, stroking it slowly, when she replies.

D: god harvey i wish you were here so much

She always reads his mind.

H: tell me what you would do if i were

He knows exactly what he would do to her if he had her in front of him right now, but he can't wait to see what she's thinking about. He never imagined she could have been fantasizing about him all this time, just as he does her. After all, she was the one to tell him to forget about that night. Not to mention, she said she didn't feel anything when she kissed him a couple of months ago. But who were they kidding? If tonight was any indication, he'd say they've been wanting to fuck ever since the other time.

D: i would suck you

D: I'd suck on your balls and then i'd take your cock in my mouth

Holy fuck

He almost comes at that. He halts his movements for a moment. If somebody told him this morning that his day would end with Donna texting him she wants to suck his dick he would have fucking laughed in their face. Nobody's laughing now. The dirty words from her affected him intensely. In the past years he's gotten used to seeing her as this perfect woman; bossy, classy, poised, with not a hair out of place. But, imagining her on her knees begging for his cock makes him jerk his hips into his hand with a low fuck escaping his lips at the friction.

H: i would fuck your pretty mouth so hard

D: what makes you think i would let you huh

Fuck, she's good.

H: oh you wouldn't mind. Trust me.

H: You'd take it.

D: yes i would

And then, it happens.

D: Harvey..

D: make me come

D: please

This woman will be the death of him.

She alternates between rubbing her clit in circular motions and plunging two fingers inside her pussy. She's certainly not new to self-pleasure but this feels different. It's overwhelming and all-consuming and she could come in a minute if she'd want to but she doesn't let herself. She wants to prolong this situation as long as possible. She wants to come with him.

She keeps up with her motions, but stills her hand when she feels too close. She asked him to make her come and she's waiting for him to text her back, offering her assistance. She imagines he'll tell her how he wishes his hand were her warm and wet pussy, how good she would feel around him, how tight. How he would pin her head down, holding her at the neck and fuck her hard from behind.

The three dots on her screen pop up, and she braces herself for what's to come, but then they disappear. They return for exactly three seconds before disappearing again.

What the hell, Harvey?

Suddenly her phone starts vibrating, but it's not a text this time. His name appearing on the screen takes her breath away and she can't think anymore. Before she knows what's happening, she's bringing the device to her ear with a shaky hand.

"Hey," he says. And it's low and hoarse and sexy and so unexpected after all the messages. His voice mixed with her fingers rubbing at her clit sends a shock of pleasure down her spine.

'Oh, God. Harvey." She barely whispers.

"I wanted to hear you."

She gasps at that. Her fingers picking up their pace on her bundle of nerves and a low moan leaves her lips without her even noticing.

"Yeah, just like that," he breathes out. "Donna," he says, "I want to hear you moan for me like you did that night."

She lets out a mhmm which sounded more like a whimper and she's speechless and out of breath. "Put me on speaker," he demands, and she listens because at this point she would do anything he tells her to do.

"I'm gonna make you come now."

If the sexting made her a horny wet mess, then his voice is making her lose all her remaining control over her actions. There is no time for inhibitions tonight. She whimpers out a "please" and it's all he needs to know to start talking again.

"If I were here with you Donna," he says, "I'd start with your tits. They're big, but they'd fit perfectly in my palms. Remember how well they fit? Yeah, and then I would squeeze them hard. I'd take your nipples in my mouth and I'd circle my tongue slowly over them. God, Donna, you have no idea how many times i thought about sucking on your tits at work."

"Oh, God. Harvey. I would have let you," she lets out with a moan. She can't control the sounds that come out of her throat anymore, she's moaning at every swirl of her fingers on her pussy now.

"You know that maroon dress you wore two weeks ago? Made me go fucking crazy Donna..."

"Yes… God," she utters. "I - I wore that on purpose. I thought - I thought that maybe… God, Harvey," barely able to get the words out she says, "I wanted you to fuck me so badly after the wedding."

"I was an idiot. I should have bent you over and fucked you in that fancy bathroom that night. God, Donna... I can't think about anything but fucking you..."

He's about to explode. Her sweet sighs and whimpers are taking him to the edge. He just wants to make her come first. He wants to hear her scream his name.

He's jerking his cock so fast now and it's a wet mess of precum mixed with his own saliva. He wanted this to feel as real as possible. He knows she's close, he can hear her panting and moaning uncontrollably and he tries to imagine her, all flushed chest and face, mouth agape. He wishes he could come in that mouth tonight.

He can't hold back anymore. She needs to come because he's losing his mind.

"Think about my dick inside of you," he groans out. "Put three fingers inside your pussy. I want you to imagine me fucking you hard and fast, okay? Fuck, Donna. You are so hot, this is so hot. I want you to come around my hard cock so badly," he growls, his hand moving frantically over his length.

"Oh God, Harvey, I - I'm-" she moans.

Then she's plunging three fingers inside her pussy hard and it's a wet mess. Her other hand is rubbing her clit so fast she thinks she'll break. And then, she's coming and she can't stop. One, two, three swipes of her fingers and she then hears "Yeah Donna, come for me," and she's convulsing her walls around her fingers and screaming his name for only him to hear.

The way she screams his name in his ear as she comes is his last straw. The only thing he can hear are her heavy breaths on the phone mixing in with his and the sounds of his hand moving fast up and down his dick. He's just about to come when he hears her sultry voice saying "My God, Harvey, I came so hard."

She lets out a low chuckle that's just so incredibly her and that's it, he's spilling all over his muscled stomach with a low "Fuck, Donna."

As they both come back to earth, catching their collective breaths, he hears her sigh. There's a pause, a silence that's both comfortable and awkward, given what has just transpired. Neither want to be the first to speak, but finally it becomes too much for him and he has to break the silence.

"Donna" he whispers.

He hears her sigh. And then he hears her intake of breath and her soft "I know."

"Donna,"

"What have we done Harvey?"

The high of the moment is gone with their climaxes and she feels reality sinking in again. God, what's going to happen now?

He smirks and snorts at the same time saying, "Felt like the right thing to do half an hour ago."

"You really are an idiot," she says and he can hear her smiling. And she has to admit, it's been a very long time since she smiled like that.

"I don't regret it, Donna." He has to make sure she knows. He could never regret her. On the contrary, because now, this just gave him another taste of her and it had been hot and amazing but he wants the real thing now.

"I don't regret it either," she utters. How could she when he just earned her the best night sleep she's ever had?

"Harvey?" she wonders on a whisper.

"Yeah?" He whispers back.

She pauses and takes a breath. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow" she says shyly.

"I can't wait to fuck you tomorrow" he says smugly.

"Harvey!" she laughs. And it's maybe the best thing he's heard all night.

He chuckles. "Oh please, you just told me you want to suck my —"

"Oh no, don't!"

Ah, he really can't wait to jump on that plane back to New York City tomorrow morning.