15.
Sunset
She sits legs crossed on her office's couch. It's ridiculously late, but they've just had a couple of drinks as a peace offer, riding their latest tensions off into the sunset and she doesn't want to call it a night. She misses him, misses how they used to be, and she's seeing something burning in his eyes, she doesn't wanna go home until she figures it out.
He's sitting on the chair by the other end of the sitting area, chatting away and when their talk grew quiet, he gulps the final finger in his glass, puts it down on the coffee table and sits back into the comfort of the chair.
She mimics his gesture, downing the rest of her drink and she's not drunk, but she's feeling just a bit tipsy and it's a freeing and nice feeling, especially while she has Harvey near. When she rests her glass beside his own, she looks intently in his eyes and she sees a shy smirk on his face, and the same heat in his look, it makes her feel the electricity sparkling between them. She sits back, eyes never leaving his, and he slides his hands on his thighs, stopping them by the edge of his groin and slightly opening his legs, and if she knows better, she'd describe the movement inviting.
But she knows better, just like she knows now what was behind his eyes, so she stands up, and walks towards him silently, the skirt of her dress flowing as she moves and he opens his legs more until she's standing between them, eyes never leaving each other. He pats his right thigh twice, so discreetly but of course she notices it and she sits down, straddling his lap as his hands come to rest on her hips.
She grabs him by the back of his head, and slightly grinds her hips and ass, and she knows he's been hard way before she made contact. The thought brings her to flames and she tightens the pressure between her bottom and his front, intensifying the friction and feeling his protruding hardness more.
He opens his mouth, bringing her face closer to his and she does the same, their breaths mingling but lips never touching.
"Do you have any idea for how long I've been deprived?"
He licks her upper lip lightly.
"Thirteen years Donna"
She feels him whisper right on her face, and she pushes down once again, getting a choked moan out of him.
"All I've seen is you sauntering around with your women," it's not bitter, not exactly but she just wants to make him see he hasn't made her feel as his woman, ever.
"I kept getting what I don't want" he slides his palms under her skirt, kneading her ass cheeks and she proceeds to open his pants.
The moment she sinks down on him, he captures her lips and they both realize they've been walking around for thirteen years only towards this exact kiss.