So, I've been seriously struggling for inspiration/motivation, but I wanted to post something this week, so I dug through my computer and found two minis with a similar premise, and figured I'd post them together.
One takes place in the beginning of their relationship – we could probably pretend that it happens in between one of the earlier episodes, and then the other one is post-finale.
If you can't already tell, jealous Darvey is totally my kink. I don't know why (or what it says about me), but I can't get enough of it.
Hope you enjoy!
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Glancing down at his watch, he cringes at the time, realizing that he's running further behind than he originally thought.
Stepping through the large French doors, he does what he's been doing for the last fifteen years – hurries to the bar while scanning the room for the only person he actually cares to see.
It's barely thirty seconds before he spots her – that vibrant red hair like a magnet to his eyes.
He tries to catch her gaze, but she's engrossed in a conversation with someone and doesn't notice, so he just proceeds to the bar to get himself a scotch.
As he awaits his drink, he glances back over and finds her still chatting away. It takes a moment, but when the man turns at just the right angle, giving Harvey a peek at his face, he's finally able to figure it out.
The new associate.
He's one of many that have recently joined the firm, fresh off passing the New York State Bar Exam. So far, Harvey's only worked with this one, though.
He's blue-eyed and eager to please, been trying to get on his cases since day one.
At first, Harvey was far from interested, not too keen on working with someone brand new, let alone a first year. It wasn't until the week from hell arrived that he decided to give the kid a shot – he was absolutely slammed and didn't have much of a choice in the manner.
Although, he has to admit, he was pretty impressed with him. He's quick on his feet and he works hard – gets in really early and stays late, always putting in the extra effort.
After those first couple of days, Harvey let him sit in on a few client meetings and the kid continued to impress. He definitely knows how to talk to people – he's perceptive and charming in ways that most associates just aren't.
Since then, he's been regularly working on Harvey' s cases, and it's been going pretty well.
Except, there is this one thing he keeps doing.
The way his eyes always follow her around the room. The way he stops her in the hallway and keeps chatting her up by the coffee cart or in the file room, smiling and directing all that charm her way.
Harvey tried his best to ignore it. The kid was new and it's not like he can blame him – it's Donna. She's hot and sexy and brilliant and about five hundred other adjectives that would tempt anyone.
It's not like he doesn't get it – he does.
Still, it's been three weeks and Harvey's patience is starting to wear thin. After all this time, he feels like he should know better by now – Donna is off limits.
Sure, Harvey should be used to it. Everywhere they go, she's getting hit on left and right – bars, restaurants, coffee shops, even the goddamn grocery store. He can't leave her alone for even a second before someone waltzes over, hoping to start up a conversation.
Most of the time, it doesn't even bother him, anymore. He knows that he's the one she's going home to.
Once in a while, it even makes him proud – that this brilliant, beautiful, and highly sought-after woman chose him.
In some ways, it brings him back to when she was his secretary and he was constantly faced with these conflicting feelings every time another firm tried to poach her. On the one hand, it made his skin crawl each and every time he'd spot the delivery man drop yet another little gift on her desk – the ones they'd always send in the hopes of enticing her away from him. And on the other hand, it was also kind of satisfying to know that everyone else wanted her when he was the only one who got to have her.
Yeah, it's kind of like that.
It's confusing is what it is.
Still, sometimes, he'd let himself enjoy the show – the way she would turn them down using so much creativity and flare, especially when she noticed him watching.
She changed it up all the time, coming up with these silly little excuses that would amuse them for days.
Once, he watched her escape a conversation with a particularly flirty gentlemen by notifying him that she'd just recently decided to join a convent. It was barely thirty seconds later before he made up a reason to leave. Another time, the man was getting way too close for Harvey's liking, but Donna scared him off quick with her claims of being too fragile for a date given the passing of her pet goldfish. And then there was that afternoon, just a couple weeks ago, she turned down a guy in the produce section by informing him that her mother was too set on her marrying a Pisces. Afterwards, Donna strolled right over to him, this silly little smirk on her face, clearly quite proud of herself for the quip. Of course, Harvey had to ask how she knew that guy wasn't a Pisces. She just looked at him like he had three heads and said, "How could you not know? He was obviously a Gemini." He's still unclear whether or not she was serious.
Regardless, his favorite method is when she'd simply walk away, strutting on over to him and planting a heated kiss right on his lips, for everyone and anyone to see.
Just thinking about it brings a smile to his face as he picks up his drink off the bar and makes his way across the venue, finding Louis munching away on some hors d'oeuvres and talking to Samantha with his mouth full.
After greeting his partners, he makes the mistake of glancing over to her again and his smile quickly fades.
They're still talking.
He can't make out what's being said, but the big grin stretched across the kid's face makes him instantly uncomfortable.
The thing is, had this been some random guy in a bar, she wouldn't have given him the time of day. She would've turned him down with an insane quip, leaving him utterly speechless, as she waltzed away like she always does, all swanky and smiling.
But, no, not with him.
With him, she just stands there, nodding along, a warm smile on her lips, and every so often, even a chuckle.
Harvey brought it up to her, about a week ago – his associate and the little crush he seems to have. "I'm managing the associates, now. He's just being nice," she argued before swinging a leg over his lap and distracting him with the roll of her hips.
He hadn't thought about it since that night, but now that it's at the forefront of his mind again, he feels like there is no way he's just talking to her because she's his boss and he wants to make a good impression. If there's one thing Harvey is sure of, it's that.
Across the room, he spots her chuckle again. He hates what it does to him.
Sometimes, he just doesn't know where his head is at.
One minute, it's like all of his fucked up possessive instincts have kicked into high gear and all he wants to do is mark up her neck, kiss her in the middle of the office, and get his hands on her practically all the time. Then, the next minute he just wants to make her smile, cater to her, give her everything and anything she asks for. He's never wanted either with a woman before and it's strange and new and confusing as fuck.
He's just – he's just gone on her is the thing.
No one else could ever make him this crazy, he's sure of that. It's a constant struggle, trying to keep his head on straight, especially when everyone else seems to want what he has.
Still, he and Donna are in it for the long haul – he knows that. And yet, he can't help but want to punch the kid right in the face, which is a shame because he is actually a pretty decent associate.
"You okay, Harvey?" Samantha asks, pulling him from his reverie, this expression on her face like she thinks she knows something.
"Yeah," Harvey starts, a shrug of his shoulders, as he debates his next move. Everything in him says he should just stay where he is, let Donna handle this herself. But of course, he decides otherwise. "Just gonna go see when she wants to head out," he explains, nodding his head towards the redhead.
He's made an appearance and she's been here for over two hours – they've paid their dues as far as he's concerned. This event isn't even for one of his clients.
"Right," Samantha retorts, dragging out the word and rolling her eyes, like she doesn't believe him in the slightest. Harvey just responds with a completely innocent expression, silently telling her he has no idea what she's implying, before saying his goodbyes and leaving the group before anyone can give him shit.
Even as he makes his way over to her, he knows he's being stupid. It's not as if he thinks Donna is into this guy – he's half her age and plays paintball on the weekends.
Regardless, that doesn't mean he should have to just sit by and watch her get hit on all night.
Plus, he's been wanting to take her home since the moment she sauntered into his office wearing that goddamn dress – before that, even.
It's just… with everything that's been going on at the firm, it makes him feel like there is an eternity in between the time they spend together. It's absurd, he knows that, but he just can't get enough of her.
Sure, they spend all of their free time together and they haven't spent more than a night or two apart since getting together. But, after all those years of missed opportunities and wasted time, he can't help but want more.
So, here he is, walking across the room, moving towards her, and having absolutely no idea what he's about to do.
By the time he's finally within earshot, she's laughing so hard that he hears a tiny snort escape her lips – the one he usually finds adorable.
Not right now, though. Not when his associate is pulling it out of her and grinning from ear to ear as he does.
Yeah, Harvey wants nothing more than to wipe that stupid look right off his face.
It's not until her laughter starts to die down that she actually spots Harvey, her gaze meeting his and sensing that something is off.
The kid doesn't notice, though – he's still looking directly at her, a bit of laughter continuing to fall from his lips.
Harvey takes the last couple steps, coming up behind him and gets a hand on his shoulder. And yeah, that gets his attention alright, clearly taking him by surprise.
He immediately goes to investigate who is responsible for that tight grip, and being confronted with his boss's face does absolutely nothing to ease the sudden tension between his shoulder blades.
"Someone want to let me in on the joke?" Harvey questions, keeping his tone light, despite his displeasure.
"Harvey uh hi," He says, hesitant and looking nervous. Given the grasp the man has on him, he's pretty sure he's done something wrong, but he couldn't possibly hazard to guess what.
The expression on Harvey's face is easy and innocent, but Donna doesn't buy it for a second. She can see the grip he's got on the poor kid and she silently tries to tell Harvey to go easy on the associate, but he just smiles at her, acting like he's doing absolutely nothing.
And okay, she can't deny that a small part of her that she's not especially proud of kind of likes when he gets like this – all jealous and possessive, trying to claim what's his. Not that he has to.
All those years he spent denying it – she can't help but enjoy that he can't anymore.
Still, she can't let his jealousy hurt a perfectly innocent employee.
So, she sends him another stern look, but he's not budging. His associate's eyes are getting wider, completely clueless as to what is going on.
Donna sighs, gets up from her seat.
She can feel Harvey's gaze following her, silently questioning her with his eyes, probably worrying that he's pissed her off. She just ignores the confused look, makes her way around the associate.
"You ready to get out of here?" She asks, her voice airy and flirtatious as she bats her eyelashes and runs her palm down his back.
It works like a charm. He loosens his grip, his hand quickly moving to her waist, instead.
"Yeah," he says, nodding his head, already looking a little bit guilty.
"Good," she smiles, not letting him say anything else before she leans in. Their lips interlock and everything else becomes so distant.
It's just a quick kiss, but when she pulls away, she's wearing a coy smile, her lips still hovering close to his. "Feel better?" She whispers, pairing the question with a teasing smile.
He looks a bit sheepish, but he nods his head. She gives him a quick peck before turning back towards their rather stunned associate. She says her goodbyes to the poor kid, who is still looking way too confused.
Maybe he's not as smart as Harvey thinks.
A few minutes later, they are standing outside, waiting for their Uber to arrive, and Harvey has no idea what to say. He's feeling pretty foolish, unsure what came over him.
Sometimes, he just gets crazy when it comes to her.
"So… are we going to talk about what happened back there?" She asks, facing him head on. She doesn't look angry, but she's not particularly pleased either.
Letting out a sigh, Harvey reluctantly meets her eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I just really don't enjoy watching my associate try to have sex with you all night," he admits, not proud of the feeling. He's wearing the apology on his face, though, hoping she's in a forgiving mood.
To his surprise, her features soften immediately. Stepping closer, her fingertips end up playing with the hair at the base of his skull as a touch of amusement colors her features. "Well… even if he was trying to have sex with me all night, you're the only one who actually gets to have sex with me all night," she purrs, teasing him with that flirtatious tone as she gazes up at him through her lashes.
"I know," he nods, the embarrassment still sweeping over him as he avoids her stare.
Her eyes grow serious as she continues to gently scratch at the nape of his neck, knowing how much he likes it. "Harvey… hey," she says, trying to get his attention. He reluctantly meets her eyes and a soft smile develops on her lips. "I'm yours," she tells him, not an ounce of doubt to be found.
She watches him inhale a breath, his eyes momentarily flickering closed as he lets the words wash over him.
"No one else gets to have me," she continues, letting her palms slide down his lapels. "Just you," she adds, using the most seductive whisper he's ever heard.
He's practically breathless from her words, each one hitting him square in the chest and leaving him completely off balance.
It's not exactly new information – they never even needed to have the exclusive talk; they both just knew from the moment he walked through her front door.
Still, hearing her say it is a whole other thing.
"Donna," he exhales, a warning and a plea all in one.
"It's true," she smiles, her eyes bouncing all over his face, witnessing the effect she's having on him.
Shaking his head, he can hardly find the words as they continue to get caught in his throat. He feels warm and unsteady, his hands reaching out and framing her face to keep him on the ground.
She sees the internal struggle and just waits, letting him work through his thoughts as her fingers knead his shoulders.
"I love you," he finally tells her, open and honest and not at all like the other times he's uttered the words or implied as much. This time it's clear and true and not for a second does she think he's going to take it back.
"I love you, too," she grins, leaning in closer until her nose brushes against his. It feels liberating to say it out loud – even though they've only been together a short time, it's been such a long time coming.
Standing on her toes, she closes the remaining distance between them and brushes her lips against his, once, twice, three times.
He breathes her name in between kisses and when they finally part, the look on his face makes her pulse skip. His eyes are dark, intense, and burning.
She can already tell – she's in for a long night.
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She's been flirting with him all morning.
All morning.
They've been meeting since nine o'clock, trying to settle a class action lawsuit with multiple Defendants – six different attorneys all trying to come up with the deal that is best for their client. They haven't made much progress, especially since one of those counsels – the one with the client who is most culpable – seems more interested in flirting than negotiating.
For hours, she's been batting her eyelashes, laughing at his jokes, flashing him with these silly little smirks, moving into his personal space, and casually touching him whenever the opportunity presents itself – a hand on his arm when he says something funny, a palm strategically placed on his shoulder when she has to squeeze behind his chair, her fingers grazing his when he passes her the water pitcher.
He used to revel in this kind of thing – the fact that this attractive woman is being so obvious about wanting him.
Now, it makes him increasingly uncomfortable.
Now, it makes him feel guilty.
Now, it just makes him think of Donna, and how she's the only one who should be smiling at him like that or looking at him like that, or getting close to him.
He's tried to subtly let her know he's not interested – taking a couple steps backwards each and every time she gets close, pulling away whenever her touch seems to linger, and refusing to engage in any of her attempts at flirtatious banter.
He's happily married and the only woman he ever wants to flirt with is his wife.
Speaking of which, he's pretty sure someone must've clued her in on what's been going on during this meeting because he's spotted her stroll by the conference room way more times than could ever be necessary. Each and every time, she's been not so subtly eyeing the woman as she walked past. And then, just a minute or so ago, she started chatting up the receptionist, whose desk is right across the hall, giving her the perfect vantage point to what's happening.
He has to try really hard not to smirk at her rather obvious cover.
Clearly, it's just her hormones getting to her. He knows that she trusts him, it's just that ever since she entered her second trimester, her emotions have been a bit uncontrollable.
For the first time ever, his normally confident wife has been displaying some serious insecurity and it's been quite the trip for them both. It still catches him off guard every time, not used to hearing any sort of doubt in her voice.
The thing she doesn't seem to understand – he's pretty sure he's even more attracted to her right now. The fact that she's having his baby – it just does something to him.
He's definitely had to put in some extra effort, that's for sure – inundating her with compliments and ensuring she knows how perfect she is. So, when she gets frustrated that her clothes don't fit or when she cries about her swollen feet or that she looks a little puffy, he makes it his mission to show her how beautiful he thinks she is and how badly he wants her.
And every time a waitress gets a little flirty or she catches some woman eyeing him from across the room, he always makes it a point to keep his attention solely on her, making sure she knows that no one else will ever compare.
It's another thing this pregnancy has done to her, especially as of late – made her hyper-aware of anyone encroaching on what's hers.
He can admit, he kind of enjoys it. He really likes being hers.
Although, he figures he's probably going to have some work to do, tonight.
"Why don't we break here for lunch?" Counsel for one of the Defendants suggests, pulling Harvey from his thoughts, as they come to a natural stopping point.
Everyone seems to agree and as he starts gathering his things, the opposing counsel that's been flirting all morning leans in and suggests that the two of them have lunch together. She masks the suggestion by claiming that they might be able to make more progress towards settlement if it was just the two of them, but Harvey can see it for what it is. Honestly, he wants to roll his eyes at the offer, but instead he politely declines and tells her that he already has plans. Then, he gets up out of his chair and marches right over to Donna.
"Hey," he says with a warm smile, interrupting her clearly fake conversation with Lisa.
"Hey," she greets him, mirroring his expression.
"Come here for a sec," he requests, pulling her a few steps to the side, purposefully within opposing counsel's view. Cupping her jaw, he leans in for a kiss, letting it linger much longer than they ever do when they're at the office.
When they finally part, he's beaming at her and she's blushing, well aware that she's been caught. Still, he knows better than to call her out on it, so instead his palm rests on her belly as he pushes her hair off her shoulder.
"What was that for?" She asks, curiously, even though they both know.
"Opposing counsel in there has been conveniently ignoring the fact that I'm married," he explains as he lifts his hand in the air and wiggles his fingers to display his wedding band. "So, I figured I'd make things a bit more clear for her," he adds, revealing that smile he saves only for her. "Plus… I'll use any excuse to kiss my wife in the middle of the work day," he tells her as his palm drifts over to her waist and tugs her just a tad closer.
Donna hmms in response, trying, but failing, to suppress how clearly pleased she is with his words, as she absent-mindedly straightens his tie.
"I've got an hour until I need to be back in there," he mentions, gesturing back towards the conference room. "Wanna grab some lunch?" He asks, enticing her with that smile she just loves on him.
"Sure," she agrees with a nod of her head. "But… let's go home for lunch," she tells him, lifting her eyebrows to silently communicate her true intentions.
"Yeah?" he asks, unable to keep his grin at bay.
"Yeah," she confirms, looking so sultry as she gazes at him through her eyelashes.
It's another thing he can probably thank her hormones for.
Not that he would ever complain.
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Well, there it is.
I liked the first one much better, but I figured I'd throw in the second one since they were both too short to be their own chapters and they had the same premise of jealousy. Hopefully, it worked.
Please let me know what you think – as I said before, I'm seriously hurting for motivation/inspiration right now, so any feedback is welcome!
Hope everyone is staying safe!