A/N: I've been playing with the idea dominant Harvey for a while and this prompt by Fran was the perfect intro. Since Darvey technically got together in February, this is set during St. Patrick's Day. :) I hope you like it.

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Jealous Restraint

1. Clover

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"Oh, looks like I've got some competition tonight," Donna commented over the rim of her wine glass, readjusting her seat on the barstool.

"What are you talking about?" Harvey scanned the pub, finding only people decked out in green everywhere and none of them with a particular interest in his person. None that he noticed, anyway.

Donna had insisted they go out for St. Patrick's Day, begging Harvey to celebrate her Irish roots with her—an invitation he gladly accepted. They had ended up at O'Brien's thirty minutes ago, the two drinks they'd had at the office settling delightfully on their otherwise empty stomachs, filling the air between them with an electrical spark either would likely give into before the night was over.

"Blond. Ten o'clock. She's pretty. Maybe she'll put out," Donna said, averting her eyes as a pang of regret over her comment hovered under a hint of embarrassment. Dammit. She knew better than to mix Macallan and wine, knowing the combination always loosened her quicker than she wanted, and right now her composure was already faltering.

"You're jealous," Harvey chuckled, touching her leg with his knee, drowning in the way her cheeks flushed and she failed to meet his smug gaze. She was adorable when she was being obvious.

As if he had eyes for anybody but her. No way. Not since a few weeks ago, when he'd finally risked letting go of whatever had been holding him back all these years and he had allowed himself to face the truth about his feelings for his former secretary, current COO and best friend.

Although he knew her better than anyone, spending every day and night together meant he regularly discovered something new about her, like how at the moment she tried to hide her jealousy by attempting to provoke him instead.

"Please. I can have ten phone numbers in no time if I wanted to."

Harvey looked at her, contemplating whether to take the bait. "So can I."

Donna quirked an eyebrow, the challenge a familiar rebuttal on his part, a flirt like one of many they had shared over the years, daring the other to see how far they could go without crossing a line. But now that they were a couple, there were no lines left to cross. Only payback. "I'd have them faster."

"You're pretty sure of yourself."

"When am I not?"

"Okay." He took a final gulp, emptying his tumbler and putting it on the bar. "You wanna make this interesting?" With a conspiratorial grin on his face, he leaned in closer, hesitated for a second and whispered his incentive. "First one to get ten phone numbers gets to tie the other up."

The proposition rolled off his tongue a little too easily, and Donna pulled back to read his expression. "How long have you been sitting on that fantasy?" she asked, slightly surprised and suddenly very turned on.

"A while," he confessed, squaring his jaw, and feeling exposed in the crowded Irish pub, even though nobody could have overheard him.

Donna sized him up, all imaginable scenarios flooding her brain at once and coming to a simple conclusion: this was a win-win situation. "Alright. I'm in. But the winner gets to pick the time and place."

"You're on."

Finishing her own drink, Donna gave him a last, seductive smile. "Let the games begin."

Swiveling around on her barstool, Harvey watched how a moment later, Donna struck up a conversation with the guy sitting on her other side, who looked like he'd spent the day chopping wood—a loud flannel shirt hugging his big shoulders. Impressed by her social skills, he listened in on the exchange and immediately regretted his decision. We're just friends, she told Mr. Lumberjack, who had been smart enough to ask her about the man she had entered with. A lingering ache about the years they had lost boiled to the surface, as it often did. The comment reminded him of too many times when she had spoken the exact same words—oblivious to the notion Harvey had wished they were more.

But now she was his. And if he won tonight, a long-time fantasy would become a reality.

His dick twitched at the mere thought of her luminous body writhing against the restraints he'd put on her, while pleasuring her until she could take no more and ignoring her pleas to stop until they both cried out in ecstasy.

Inconspicuously, he rearranged himself in his pants and started working the room.

Forty-five minutes later, Harvey was talking to a somewhat pretty brunette—she wore glasses and a green beret he could have done without—when he felt a hand on his shoulder, taking him out of his conquest. Donna's perfume snuck up his nose as she whispered in his ear and a smile crept up his face.

"I win," she breathed, and noticed a shiver run down his back.

As he excused himself from Laura—or was it Lauren? He couldn't be sure—he gave his redhead an incredulous look. "I don't believe you."

She held out a stack of beer cozies and started reading the notes she'd made. "Tim, thirty-nine, single. Richard, forty-four, two kids. James, fifty-two and married, which wasn't a problem for him, so it shouldn't bother me. Adrian, forty-three, single, had seen us come in together and wanted to know if you came with the package. Jeffrey, thirty-five, one daughter." Donna glanced up just in time to see his smile fade at that latest detail. "Do you want me to continue?"

"No. You won," he conceded, more annoyed than he thought he'd be, but not willing to dissect what exactly was bothering him. Jealousy was for the weak. Not confident men like him. On their own volition, his hands gravitated to her hips where his fingers dug into her sides, pulling her closer. "You wanna go and cash your winnings?"

"I'll cash them alright. But not tonight," she smiled, instinctively leaning into his touch.

"Why not?"

"Because… I want to think about it some more. Watch Fifty Shades of Grey again," she added with a smirk.

"Oh, god."

"Hey, it was your suggestion!"

"I know. I can't believe you beat me."

"Well… in case you hadn't noticed, you happen to be dating a very eligible bachelorette," she flirted, lifting an eyebrow.

"Trust me, I know," he growled possessively, surprising himself with the raging desire to mark her as his, right here and now, for the whole goddamn pub to see. Especially those guys whose numbers she obtained.

"Don't feel bad. I'm sure you scored a few phone numbers yourself. You're still desirable," she teased, playing with his collar.

"Yeah. How desirable?" he croaked, nuzzling her neck and gently sucking on the delicate skin he found. Honestly, if every single woman in this place had turned him down, he wouldn't have cared. As long as he got to take Donna home.

"Very desirable," she moaned, throwing her head back, which he took as an invitation to move his mouth over the soft flesh of her throat. Her hand pulled at his hair and when she opened her eyes again, she stared straight at the schoolteacher Harvey had been talking to before she had interrupted. And she looked less than pleased at their very public make-out session.

"Harvey," she coaxed, trying to get his attention to focus on her voice. "Let's go home," she suggested, adding a knowing look over his shoulder, and desperately wanting to get her man alone.

Having been so caught up with the violent need currently constricting his groin, he hadn't thought of the woman he'd been sweet talking mere minutes before and how it must seem for him to behave this way. There was a time he wouldn't have given it a second thought, but being a douchebag wasn't something to be proud of, nor something he wanted Donna to see him as. So, he planted another blistering kiss on his girlfriend's lips and untangled himself. "Excuse me a moment."

The noise of the pub was too loud to make out what Harvey was saying to Ms. Glasses, but the woman seemed to be enjoying the exchange, pointing to a corner and smiling broadly by the time Harvey turned his back to her, a radiant smirk on his own lips.

"What did you tell her?"

"The truth," he deadpanned, placing a hand just above her ass, and guiding her through the crowd until they came upon a door that read Private in big, offensive letters. But when Harvey twisted the handle, the door opened without any resistance, exposing a single lit light bulb which illuminated a small room, complete with a desk, a chair and lots of files everywhere. The office looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.

He held the door open for Donna, who walked in hesitantly, wincing at the stale air she inhaled.

The noise from the patrons transformed into a dull hum, but when a key turning the lock into place echoed through the space, Donna pivoted around.

Without warning, Harvey pushed her up against the nearest wall, knocking the wind out of her while losing his hands in her hair and kissing her wildly. His hips pressed into her stomach as the swell of his arousal strained against his slacks.

There was no room to move besides scraping her nails over his scalp and down the fabric of his jacket, so she succumbed to his dominance, giving him the temporary satisfaction of retaliation for having lost their bet.

Possessiveness wasn't necessarily a good trait, but when it meant being marked as his, she was definitely on board—her already wet core howling to be fucked.

As soon as they got home.

When he finally occupied his mouth with something other than her lips, she panted, realizing they were reaching the point of no return. Despite her body demanding a release, her mind refuted. This was so not the place! "Harvey, what are you doing?" she rasped.

He brought his face back to level with hers and kissed her more considerately as one hand traveled to her cleavage. Even through the layers of fabric, he kneaded her breast and pinched her nipple roughly, playing with her body as he crowded her. "What does it look like?"

There was no denying how much he liked being in control, to have her at his mercy. It was the whole reason he had made that bondage wager in the first place. And although he had suffered defeat, that didn't mean the freedom to dominate her whenever he saw fit was lost, too. He also secretly hoped to still be allowed to tie her up some day.

Moving his mouth lower, he suckled on her clavicle, having no intention to stop, and knowing exactly how to get her on board as well.

Donna closed her eyes involuntarily, defenseless against his intoxicating spell, no matter how hard she resisted. But she would try to reason with him. "It looks like you want to have sex in public."

"We're not in public." His mouth moved to right below her ear. "It says so on the door." Hot breath expelled against her skin, sucking on her earlobe. "Private." His tongue trailed her ear and he felt her knees buckle.

He grinned against her cheek, knowing he had her.

Keeping her upright with one thigh pressed between hers, two hands hoisted up the skirt of her dress in a flash and she gasped. "Harvey! We can't."

Ignoring her protests, he drew a hand over her soaking panties and dropped his gaze between their bodies to find mint green lace. He chuckled, rubbing over her throbbing bundle of nerves until she whimpered. "Hmm, you're so wet for me already," he drawled, brushing his lips over hers. He didn't wait for permission, but instead slipped a finger inside as his tongue invaded her mouth to the rhythm of his hand. "Let me have some fun."

Sure, it wasn't his first time fornicating in public but it was theirs, and he would do anything to protect her integrity. "Trust me, okay."

With both hands, he fumbled with his zipper, trying to free his arousal without exposing himself too much in the unfamiliar space.

Pushing her underwear aside, he caught her nod against his shoulder and a new layer of responsibility blanketed him as he sunk inside of her slick walls.

She had her choice of men—as tonight had demonstrated—but she had chosen him. He would make damn sure she wouldn't regret that decision as he bucked his hips ferociously, driving into her with reckless abandon.

Donna had never been particularly good at being quiet during sex. She wasn't loud—at least not always—but she was vocal about the pleasure she experienced. And right now, Harvey thrusted up into her at such an angle, she wanted to cry out his name. To keep herself from alerting everyone on the other side of that door that Harvey was fucking her, she fused her mouth with his, hoping it would distract her. Which it did, until she couldn't hold any longer and apprehensively smothered a scream of despair against his neck, "Harvey, I'm coming."

Her wailing was all the encouragement he needed to push even faster, forcing them both over the edge. His lips never left hers, their tongues pushing and pulling frantically to stifle their moans until the sensations eased and their feet touched the ground again.

Keeping their foreheads glued together, he breathed her in—his gorgeous redhead who would follow him to the ends of the earth, because she had unwavering faith in him.

"Just know you won't be a bachelorette for long," he said huskily, forcing her to meet the determination in his eyes by tipping her chin.

Donna stared up into his dark, intense gaze. Her heart raced, both from the climax and from the fact he had pretty much told her he wanted her as his wife and the revelation made the ground under her heels shake. "You did not just propose to me in the dingy office of O'Brien's."

Shaking his head slightly, he grunted, "I didn't. Trust me. You'll know it when… I do." With a roaring kiss, he followed his threat up, dominating her mouth all over again and having every intention to marry her. Soon.

Donna stood on shaky legs, unsure whether she wanted to weep or climax again.

Until her body knew what it wanted and the dust settled, she clung to his neck, holding on for dear life.

She'd be Mrs. Specter someday.

But first, she needed to do some research on ropes and chains.

A/N: Please let me know what you think!