"Now, we get to celebrate the day you came on my desk," he all but growls into her lips, teeth clashing and tongues bruising.

There's a flurry of clothes, his tie and her bra and the Tom Ford jacket that falls to a crumpled heap on the floor. Harvey palms her breasts, ghosts his fingers down her ribcage to spread her legs apart, making room for him as he glides inside with minimal effort. Donna bucks wildly beneath him, clutches his shoulders as he bottoms out, stretching and seeking and settling into every crevice of her body.

He licks the pad of his thumb, finds the swollen nub peeking through her folds and presses firmly, and the gasp gets caught in her throat, sticks to the roof of her mouth while he slams into her; a few more flicks of his thumb and then a sudden, sharp tug and twist to her clit breaks the dam. He's still rubbing her, coaxing her through, and it's then that something wet and warm floods her senses — and her thighs — and Harvey's low hiss coupled with a curse bitten into her shoulder says it all.

"Oh my god," she breathes, winded, utterly deflated. He's jerking inside her still, heart pounding and Donna can't stop placing kisses all along his collarbone, and his neck, and up towards his ear.

Her legs feel like jelly. Donna wonders how he's faring, can feel his legs shake and so she forces herself off the desk so he can collapse into his chair. She climbs back on his lap, rests her cheek against cool leather and her forehead on sweat-slicked skin.

"Did you..." he asks, faltering, but full of intrigue.

"Yeah." She's quiet. Appreciative. Still a bit unbelieving.

"Fuck," he swears, low and tight and coiling.

She chuckles. "Yeah." A sweet kiss lands in her hair and she smiles into his neck. "Didn't think you meant to be so literal."

"If I say yes, will you still go out with me?"

Donna shakes her head. "Cocky."

"I am that."

"Walked right into that one."

"Sure did." His arms squeeze her waist.

A few precious seconds pass before she moves, hoisting herself off of him so they can clean up. He takes extra time to smooth the wrinkles that have formed on her dress, and her eyes sting from the gesture.

Happy tears.

A new sensation, especially with Harvey.

Their fingers tangle in the elevator and she thinks of all the new memories they'll make, all the ones they have yet to celebrate.