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Something Harvey learns on the second night they actually sleep together is that Donna is a restless sleeper. She wakes him up a total of four times throughout the night. The first is when Donna snakes an arm around his hip, burying her nose in the crook of his shoulder, a gesture so intimate that it almost shatters him. The second time Donna is on her back, and she's pulled Harvey close to her chest, somehow disturbing his sleep but not her own. The third time is when Donna rolls onto her side, bringing Harvey's arm across her torso in a spoon position. Although she moves around frantically in her sleep, Harvey's certain he'll never get tired of waking up by her side.
The fourth time Donna wakes him up, the sun is peaking through the blinds and her mouth is around the tip of his cock and all his thoughts become nonsensical.
Harvey tries to urge Donna up his body but she gently bats away his hands and grips his upper thighs and takes the full length of him down her throat. His orgasm comes hard and fast at the sight of her devouring him and she keeps him in her mouth until he's stopped twitching. She slides back up beside him and Harvey kisses her hotly and slides a hand between her thighs to find her soaking wet. He quirks an eyebrow at her then wordlessly flips her onto her back.
Harvey takes one of her erect nipples into his mouth and palms her other breast. Donna moans loudly, then it turns into a soft, breathy chuckle as his mouth ventures south.
"You know, I didn't just do it so you'd return the favour," she says, breath hitching when he reaches the apex of her thighs and blows softly on her clit.
Harvey kisses the inside of each thigh.
"Donna, I've been dreaming of this for over ten years. We have a lot of time to make up for."
He gives her one long, slow lick and Donna quivers.
"Okay, shutting up now."
Harvey could have happily spent all day in bed memorising every inch and curve of Donna's body and the sounds that emanate from her surprisingly filthy mouth, but Donna gently reminds him that she desperately needs both food and a shower if she's going to be able to continue their sex marathon.
Harvey insists they shower together which naturally turns into another round of foreplay and some fairly acrobatic sex that he will definitely feel come Monday morning.
She ushers him out of the shower so she can actually get clean and Harvey finds his way into her kitchen to make coffee. He's wearing no more than a towel around his waist and the thought of being in a state of undress in Donna's kitchen is nothing short of thrilling.
He operates the coffee machine easily enough, makes two strong lattes and fumbles around her cabinets to find a half-empty bottle of vanilla syrup. He smiles and pours a dash into each cup before setting them on the kitchen table.
"I could get used to this visual," Donna says as she joins him.
It's a little chilly in her apartment, so she's slipped on the dark navy sweater he'd been wearing yesterday. It's a little loose and one sleeve is slipping down her shoulder, which is most likely why she favoured it over her own clothes. Harvey's hands encircle her waist as he presses a kiss to her bare shoulder.
Donna happily scoops up one of the coffees Harvey set out for her and hums appreciatively as she takes her first sip. Harvey nuzzles back into her neck, neglecting his own coffee.
"We're not going to get much of anything done today, are we?"
Harvey's laugh is muffled against her skin. "This is all I have planned today."
After only a few seconds Harvey's ministrations grow more insistent as he trails open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder and up to her pulse point. Donna sets down her coffee next to Harvey's abandoned one and tugs his head up so she can meet his lips.
Their tongues slide together languidly and Harvey slips his hands down to Donna's ass so he can lift her up onto the table. She releases his lips just to smirk at him and he inches closer, running his hands up the inside of her freckled thighs. Donna's smile grows wider as she tugs the towel off his waist and throws it onto the floor.
Harvey reaches for the hem of his own sweater and strips it from Donna's body. He takes in her beautiful, naked form then captures her lips in another hungry kiss.
Between muffled kisses, Donna says, "Harvey – coffees."
His mind is preoccupied by other things so it takes a second for him to catch up.
"Good call."
He steps out from between Donna's legs and retrieves the two dangerously hot cups of coffee and deposits them onto her living room coffee table. Donna laughs to herself at the sight of him dashing through her home stark naked with a very obvious erection.
He's back between Donna's legs in record time and she only laughs harder. "You're ridiculous."
He silences her with another kiss and any laughter is forgotten as they clutch each other, Harvey poised at her entrance. Donna thrusts her hips forward.
"I want you, Harvey," she breathes.
He doesn't need to be told twice; he thrusts forward, burying himself in her, both moaning at the contact. He lavishes her nipples with equal attention and her hands fist in his hair. Harvey knows that Donna loves to be on top, but here, she allows him to set the pace, meeting his long, hard thrusts with equal fervour.
Harvey can feel himself getting close and he slips a hand between Donna's thighs, rubbing her clit in measured circles with the pad of two fingers. She moans his name in his ear and it sends him over the edge, but his hand never wavers from her clit and Donna climaxes just seconds after his own release.
"Fucking hell," Harvey says as Donna slumps in his arms.
"We've always been in sync," she chuckles into his ear.
Harvey can't really form words but he does manage to say you're amazing which pleases Donna to no end.
They rush off to the bathroom a second time – though they wash off separately at Donna's insistence – and then return to the couch for their lukewarm coffees, Harvey in his boxers and his t-shirt from yesterday, Donna dressed simply in her silk robe. Harvey sits along the length of the couch and Donna settles between his thighs so she can rest her back against his stomach. They're a mess of worn-out limbs but Harvey revels in the easy way they fit together.
They stay this way for a while, half-watching bad morning TV just for a touch of noise besides their own laughing and teasing.
Eventually their phones demand their attention, blaring from somewhere deep inside Donna's bedroom. Harvey finds his own phone wedged under the bedside table with a notification for his rescheduled flight this afternoon.
Seattle.
In the wake of last night, he'd completely forgotten.
He hears Donna's phone chirp and notices a similarly surprised expression.
"Everything okay?" he asks.
Donna looks up at him. "Rachel just messaged me about shoes for her bridesmaid's dress."
"Her – oh, right."
"Everybody still thinks I'm engaged," she says, caught somewhere between panic and laughter.
He flashes his phone to Donna, showing her the flight information.
"And United Airlines thinks I'm still flying to Seattle."
Her shoulders drop and he feels her disappointment just as acutely.
"It got really easy to forget that stuff," she says.
"Should we make a pact to keep forgetting until after breakfast?"
Donna smiles at the suggestion and circles the bed so she can wrap her arms around Harvey. He feels himself instantly relax as he inhales the scent of her hair.
They order breakfast – Donna is insistent on waffles with piles of fruit, butter and maple syrup – and they prepare another round of coffees. When the food arrives, Harvey suggests they eat at the table because they have fond memories there and Donna laughs so hard she almost spits out her coffee.
They've shared countless meals together over the years, even breakfast occasionally, but this is a new level of comfort and familiarity that Harvey makes a point of savouring; the way Donna automatically slides into the seat beside his just so they can be closer together and how she steals from his plate even though they have the same order.
They return to the couch when they're done, assuming positions at either end of the couch so they don't get distracted by one another.
"I guess now is the part where we talk, huh?" Donna starts.
Harvey flashes her a smile. "You've always taken the lead on that."
Donna narrows her eyes in jest. "And you've always needed serious prodding."
Harvey holds up his hands. "Look, we're both bad at talking about our feelings." Donna opens her mouth to protest and Harvey clarifies, "for each other."
Donna quirks an eyebrow and Harvey can't shake the feeling that he's about to be cross-examined.
"Then let's finally talk. We're all banged out, so I have some questions."
Harvey grins. "Can I object to the phrase banged out?"
"You cannot."
"What do you want to know, Donna?"
Her question is quick and succinct, "how long have you had feelings for me?"
"Is it cheating if I say always?" Her eyes widen and Harvey gives her a knowing smile. "I think we can both admit there's always been something between us – before and after the other time. I'm not alone in thinking that, right?"
Donna shakes her head, the whisper of a smile on her lips.
"Remember a couple of months ago when you said we keep ruining each other's relationships?"
"I think I put it a little more delicately, but yes."
"Well, you were right," he confesses. "You've always meant so much to me and I spent years ignoring how I felt because I was terrified I'd ruin things if we were anything more."
Donna nods; Harvey knows she already suspected as much. He's told her in so many different ways that he hates the thought of losing her and it took him too many years to figure out that that meant he was in love with her.
"But any time I was with somebody else, I could never fully commit because I always had this thought of us in the back of my mind."
Donna scootches over to his side and laces her fingers with his.
"I can definitely relate to the self-sabotaging," Donna says with a self-deprecating laugh.
Harvey squeezes her hand. "And as much as I hate myself for it, I did feel like I had some sort of claim over you – like a future that hadn't even happened was being taken away from me."
"Is that why you said what you did at my engagement party?"
"Yeah," he admits. "I thought by then, it was never going to happen and I was pissed off at myself for waiting too long to tell you how I felt."
Donna shakes her head, blinking back tears. "I told myself I'd moved on years ago and I'd been denying it for so long that I had convinced myself it was true."
Harvey finally ventures the question he's been waiting to ask, "did you love Thomas?"
"Of course I did – I wouldn't have said yes to his proposal if I didn't." Harvey's face hardens but Donna continues. "Harvey, please don't take that the wrong way."
"I'm not sure which way to take that, Donna."
Donna releases a long sigh. "The only reason I could say yes was because I'd closed myself off to the possibility of us. So while you were finally open to it, I was conflicted because I'd just promised to spend my life with another man."
"God, our timing really sucks, doesn't it?"
Donna forces a laugh. "It really does."
"But we're here now," he says, pulling her body against his. When Donna is nestled comfortably in his arms again, he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner – I'm sorry I wasn't ready sooner."
Donna cranes her head to look up at him and Harvey is surprised to find nothing but understanding etched across her face.
"It's okay, Harvey. I don't know that it would have worked out between us if we'd done this years ago."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe we needed to have those other relationships and grow as friends before we were really ready for each other."
Harvey relaxes against her and drops a kiss on her neck.
"You know this is for forever, right?"
Donna tilts her head up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.
"I'm holding you to that, Harvey Specter."
They lie on the couch for a while longer and Donna's breaths are so light that he almost thinks she's fallen asleep until she asks, "what about Seattle?"
"Well, I've already resigned and accepted Mike's job offer," he says, laying out the facts.
"I can't believe you almost moved across the country without telling me."
Although it worked out for them just in time, Harvey can detect the hurt in her voice.
"I couldn't stay here and watch you get married, Donna."
"But to move?"
"The firm is in good hands, Mike and Rachel are gone, Jessica's gone – you and I were falling apart – what else did I have keeping me in New York?"
Donna pushes herself off Harvey and sits upright. "You still want to go," she deduces.
"I guess I do."
"And where does that leave us?"
Harvey sits up, meeting her gaze. "What if you came with me?"
"I don't know–"
"Donna, think about it. We'd be with our closest friends – our family – and we'd be able to make a new city ours."
"And live together?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Live together, work together, raise a hoard of little red-haired children – all of it."
Donna laughs at him but Harvey is dead serious. He wants everything with her.
"Really?"
"Think about it. I don't start work for another two weeks and that's enough time for you to appoint a new COO."
"And you could say goodbye to everyone properly," she points out.
"I'll even let Louis throw us a party."
"Oh god," she says, "I forgot about Louis."
"He'll handle it," Harvey assures her. "I wouldn't have resigned in the first place if I didn't think so."
Donna says nothing for a few seconds then excitedly adds, "and we could be there for Rachel and Mike when the baby's born."
"We are the godparents after all."
Donna looks around frantically at her apartment. "There's going to be so much to do."
Harvey wraps an arm around Donna and presses a kiss to her forehead. "We'll do it together."