"Okay, that story calls for another shot," Harvey chokes out between laughs and leans forward, topping their glasses and handing her hers.

This is how they've spent their night - premium tequila they got on their honeymoon, a truth-or-dare-style app filled with raunchy questions, trading war stories.

There's not much point to it; they could easily be having the same conversation without the app and the booze, but Mike and Rachel are at home taking care of their new little bundle of joy and Harvey and Donna didn't feel like going out, and so they decided to do this instead. They are far from a prudish couple; they're both experienced people, confident about their sexuality, unafraid to take risks and try new things, and they've lost count of the amount of times they've talked about sex. But the app has some unexpected questions, and when you've spent almost every single day of your life next to someone, it's easy to believe you know everything there is to know about them, so it's been nice to discover some new tidbits.

She throws back her dose, grimacing at the burn. Harvey's already visibly inebriated and she loves him like this, easy grin, relaxed posture, looking slightly roughed up. For all his seriousness at work, Harvey's a fairly laid-back guy after hours, but the alcohol gives him an extra edge that she appreciates.

"Okay," she taps the screen once he's settled again, watching as the app draws a virtual card. "Most unexpected place you've ever had sex," she smirks at him.

"Hmmmm," he muses, leaning his head back against the couch, "Dressing room of a lingerie store." He looks smug and she almost gags.

"What? Harvey!" her jaw drops in outrage.

"What?," he raises his hands, faking innocence, "I was on a lunch date and she suggested we go into a lingerie store nearby so I could help her pick a number. And then one thing led to another...". He shrugs, looking humored, and it's a testament to the strength of their relationship and the universal truth of their love that they've been playing for an hour, telling each other about all sorts of experiences with other people, and they haven't had any inkling of jealousy.

Still, his story is mildly repulsive. "You had sex in a dressing room? With other people in the store? That is so disrespectful! And unsanitary!"

He shrugs, clearly unbothered. "Eh, no one heard anything and I bought one of them to make up for any inconveniences."

"You bought the girl lingerie? Were you at least dating?"

"Nope, never say her again after that night," he smirks again, crossing his fingers behind his head.

"Ugh, you're a pig," she scowls and he grins.

"Your turn."

"Okay," she resettles on her seat, "A camping tent in a hiking trail back in college."

His face contorts. "Sounds comfortable."

"We were kids," she rolls her eyes.

He pauses for a second and narrows his eyes, and she knows here comes trouble. "Were you alone?"

"What do you mean, were we alone?"

"I mean," he smirks, "I think you just gave me shit for having sex with other people nearby when you did the exact same thing."

She's fully prepared to lie but the alcohol and her suddenly red cheeks betray her.

"Ha! I knew it!" Harvey claps and she huffs, shaking her head. "You get double shots for lying."

She tries to protest but he's quicker, filling her glass to the rim as he fills his own halfway through. The tequila goes down a little easier and she can feel herself slipping, her head light and slightly fuzzy.

"Okay, next question," it's Harvey's turn to operate the app, "Best sex of your life." He sets the phone down, "That's easy. Me. But I want to know the night."

She rolls her eyes at his cockiness, even though he's absolutely right. "Okay," she rests her elbow on the back of the couch, propping her head on her palm. "The night you came over after the hearing."

Warmth blooms inside her chest when his face softens. "Really?"

She bites her lip and nods. "I can't even explain what I felt that night." She really can't. It wasn't just that the sex was good - it was incredible - but she'd never felt as connected to someone as she did to him, every sensation increased tenfold. They've had the same connection every time they've been together, but that night, the way it felt like finding land after years lost at sea, and its promise of an infinite future remains unmatched in her mind.

"Mine too," he admits, his voice lower, gentler. She was enjoying their fun banter but she lives for these moments of sincerity between them.

"Just... Your smell, your taste," he goes on, "It was like nothing else I've ever felt."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nods a little, voice decidedly gravelly, "It was better than anything I could have imagined. And I've imagined a lot."

His words spark a fire inside of her and her own voice drops. "Like what?"

He understands her intention immediately, his eyes darkening. "Like making you moan my name," he offers as introduction, and just his words make her breath hitch. "Making you come harder than you'd ever come before. Making you forget all about anyone else."

She loves Harvey possessive. They have no reason to be jealous of each other, as tonight has proved, but she still like to feel his.

She quirks a brow slightly. "And how you would do that?"

He shifts on his seat and she notices the slight bulge on his lap, which makes her bite her lip again.

"I'd find a way to get you alone in the office, one of our late nights that we both knew weren't strictly necessary," he starts, a dangerous look in his eyes. "We'd sit on my couch, close together, some music playing in the background. We'd share a dose, and we'd joke around just like we did tonight. I'd brush a hand against your knee and you'd let me. I'd do it again a while later, then let my hand stay there."

He's talking smoothly, captivatingly, and she can picture it all very clearly, mostly because they've been there millions of times before. Half their history was this exact narrative waiting to happen.

"I'd finish my whiskey and slide my palm up, slowly, and you'd pretend not to notice but I'd know you had because you'd have goosebumps. I'd reach your dress and keep going, my fingers disappearing beneath your skirt."

Her breathing gets heavier, and she thinks his does too. Her body is on fire, and it should be surreal that she's this turned on just from his words, but no one has the same effect on her as Harvey, and the best part is that now she knows exactly what he means and where he'll go with this and how their night will end.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he breathes, "I'd reach your panties and I'd rub you through them and you'd close your eyes and bite your lip like you're doing now."

Donna presses her thighs together, feeling a flush of heat between them.

"You'd open your legs wider and I'd slip my fingers inside, feeling how wet and hot you were."

His fingers are magical, she's well aware, and she can feel herself just as wet and hot as he's describing.

"I'd tease you a little bit at first and you'd get even wetter and my entire office would smell like you. And then I'd brush your clit, softly."

Donna closes her eyes, whimpers, feeling the intensity of his gaze on her. When she reopens her eyes, she sees him fully hard, straining against his pants, and she itches to take him in hand but she holds back, curious to see where this will go.

"I'd keep rubbing you, speeding up, increasing pressure, with those little circles you like," he continues, voice becoming slightly strangled, "You'd start moving your hips in that way that drives me crazy, and when I entered you you'd moan my name. I'd fuck you with two fingers, maybe three, and I'd find that spot and rub you there and it wouldn't take you long at all to come."

Fuck. He's good, in every way. She can't wait for him to do that for real soon.

"Sounds nice," she replies, the understatement of the year, "Hope you know I'd let you."

He smirks, though it's tense, his body on edge. "Oh, I know."

"Do you also know I thought about it too?" she offers, voice honey.

"Yeah?" it's his turn to prod her on now.

"Absolutely. I thought of us in the file room. In the bathroom. I thought of you taking me from behind in front of your window, or bending me over your desk."

Harvey closes his eyes and grits his jaw. "I wanted to do that so bad, Donna."

"I know. I'd have let you do anything you wanted," she promises him, because it's entirely true. "I know you wanted to fuck my boobs when I wore that burgundy dress."

"Your boobs look amazing in that burgundy dress," he practically sighs.

"My boobs look amazing always," she corrects, though it's just to rile him up.

"They so do," he agrees, opening his eyes again, silently begging her to go on.

"I'd pick a day when you were really stressed out. One of those days you were a jerk to everyone but me," she smirks a little. "I'd go into your office, carrying fake files just for pretense. I'd comment on how tense you were, offer to help, run my nails down your pants lightly to make you shiver. I'd be demure at first, just my nails, up and down, until I felt you relax. I'd kiss you neck, use teeth, nibble your ear, while my hands stayed on your legs, up and down. I'd do that until I saw what I'm seeing now," she nods to his erection and he doesn't even bat an eye.

"Then I'd kneel between your legs," she tells him, knowing how much they both fantasized about that during the years they weren't together. "I'd unzip you, slowly as well, and I'd trace you over your briefs, make you twitch. Then I'd finally free you. I'd lick you like a popsicle, my hand at the base. Then I'd take you into my mouth, first the head, then more, getting you nice and wet."

She can hear him panting and it gives her immense satisfaction.

"I'd suck you deep, let you hit my throat so you'd whimper in that cute way you always do. I'd speed up, my tongue teasing the head, and your hand would be in my hair. I'd get you close enough to feel your fingers fisting, and then I'd stop and get up. I'd pull up my skirt and you'd see I had no underwear on."

"Wait, did you ever go to work without underwear?" he frowns through his arousal and she smirks wider.

"Once or twice," she shrugs minutely, "Just to see if you'd notice."

His eyelids flutter and he exhales. "Fuck, Donna."

She snickers winningly. "You'd see I had no underwear on, and I'd straddle you, holding you in place while I sunk down on you, and it'd be so slick and easy because I'd want you so much already."

Harvey's head hits the back of the couch again, eyes fully shut, seemingly unable to control himself.

"I'd start moving, grinding down on you, kissing you. I'd open my dress and then I'd take your hands and put them on my boobs because you're so good with them." He is. "You'd play with my nipples and it would feel amazing, and then we'd speed up and you'd start fucking me hard, grunting, pulling me down."

Donna is out of her mind with desire, her core throbbing desperately by now, and she wants to touch herself really badly - or better yet, have him touch her -, but she's too invested in this fantasy to stop now.

"I'd whisper in your ear how good you are, how hot we are together," she continues, "And then I'd start riding you even faster, bouncing on your lap right on your chair. I'd bring your hand to my clit and make you rub me with the little circles. You'd keep at it and it would be so good and I'd come so hard that I'd have to suck on your thumb because you know how loud I can get."

She knows that's a particularly exciting fact for him and it shows in the way his brows crease, his chest heaving. She can practically feel everything she's describing on her body and she hopes he can too because it feels unbelievable.

"I'd be so tight around you, and I'd tell you to come for me, and you would, because you're mine too."

Donna hears a strangled moan from him, and at first she thinks he's just really enjoying this, but when his eyes shoot open in surprise she realizes she may have underestimated just how much he was enjoying it. He inhales sharply, a hand coming to his forehead, and he closes his eyes again, panting heavily. She looks down and sees a wet stain on his crotch, and rationally she knows what she's seeing - the amazing view she's been having for almost a year now - but it doesn't seem possible.

"Did you- Did you just come?" she asks, completely shocked.

Harvey slumps against the couch, catching his breath. "I swear I'm not a virgin," he pants, sounding sheepish, not looking at her.

She chuckles in disbelief. "Trust me, I'm well aware. But what happened?"

When he's ready he shakes his head, looking as shocked as her. "I have no idea. I was just so into it and what you were saying was really hot and I started imagining it and it just... happened."

"I didn't even touch you," she tries to rationalize somehow, because, yeah, what they tried tonight was hot and she's been close for a while now, but she doesn't think she could come from words alone.

He shakes his head and opens his arms a little, confirming he doesn't have an answer either. He looks down at himself, clearly embarrassed, and she holds back her impulse to laugh because he's evidently feeling bad for this, even though he has nothing to feel bad about. Then he lets his head fall back to the couch, closing his eyes once again. "Guess I still had some pent-up tension from all those years," he pants. "And I just really love being with you."

His final comment makes her melt and fall in love with him all over again. She can't believe she has this amount of power over him, that he could come just from her voice and from imagining himself having sex with her. From his surprise, it's safe to assume this has never happened before and that fact is so endearing it makes her face soften and a smile stretch her lips.

She really loves being with him as well. He's the love of her life, and she's always suspected being with him would feel different because of that, but it's more than just different. She feels desired like she never has before. She feels hot, and powerful, and dirty in the best way, but she also feels complete, like her body was made to be joined with his like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. She's heard so many cases of women who loved their partners but couldn't make their sex lives work, or the other way round, people who'd found amazing partners in bed but the emotional aspect of it didn't work out.

She's so lucky to have both with Harvey - to have everything, really, everything she's ever dreamed of and more. She loves him so much, and she loves that he came just from her voice and her words.

So she moves closer to him, finally touching him to bring his lips to hers, kissing him thoroughly but lazily.

"I really love being with you too," she murmurs against his lips and feels his smile, his eyes finally opening.

"Good. Because I may need a second to go again but I have every intention of bringing my fantasy to life in the meantime."

And oh, how he does.

A/N: This might have felt physically impossible but I have heard *multiple* accounts of this kind of thing happening and I couldn't not write Darvey going through it, haha. Hope you liked it :)