A/N: This takes place somewhere at the night of 8x16. I've always wanted to write it, even though it's something kinda hard, according to me, to achieve. But the images kept rushing in my head and I couldn't not write this, even though I've been rugged in my writing lately. I hope you like it nevertheless.

This is not their first time tonight. Heck, this is not their first time ever. Having been with Harvey, even in the narrow time of one night fourteen years ago, she's had the chance to be with him more than once alright, but even though they were all amazing, nothing has ever felt the slightest like this.

The very first time was rushed, quick, and not in any chance in a negative way. As soon as he stepped through her threshold and into her arms, pinning her under that painting, their moves were frantic as the beats of their hearts, chasing after something they felt like they've been chasing for the last fourteen years. The tension between them was extreme, and they knew, unconsciously, that they needed to get everything out before they'd really get together, and it was almost like instinct. Their love was instinct. Something they had under their skin for a long time, and now that everything is on the outside for once, they couldn't deny it even if they'd tried.

So they fucked. Quickly and messily, and it was an explosion. A literal release for all their pent-up feelings and pining after each other for so long. And it felt great. Then, they grasped each other for dear life. They'd pulled each other almost automatically. Feeling their racing heartbeats finally giving to a peace, they've seeked each other's flesh in a more calm way, wrapping themselves in each other and letting their new state sink in. They haven't even uttered a word, and they knew it's all useless now, the magnitude of their feelings and sensations are beyond those after all and they understood that there was time to be, and there was time to talk. Now wasn't the latter.

After a few minutes of bliss, he felt like he should at least explain to her why he's here. He knows that she knows, eventually, she always does, and he knows it's vain now, to say whatever, but he felt like he should say something, the minimum of anything or he's going to burst.

"Donna.."

It was a start, really. A first word that wasn't a whimper or a moan. A name that wasn't sighed or groaned. It was a start, and she'd known and felt all what he was wanting to say, even though he wasn't sure.

"Later," she whispered and kissed his chin openly, and it was so gentle he forgot about all of his worries. He hovered above her slowly, right thigh between her legs, taking in her face as he locks his lips with hers, both pairs half parting until they made the perfect shape, molding and closing against each other just so, to finish their kiss with a smooch sound that, weirdly, sends heat flooding between her legs.

He keeps throwing gentle touches on the skin of her waist and thighs. It's almost shy, as if they weren't doing it like horny teenagers having finally the opportunity to fuck (which was a hundred percent true). His caresses are soft, and he travels his head occasionally to taste the fresh sweat on her neck, just to hear her whimper more loudly, only to return a moment later to her lips and tongue. They keep doing it again and again and again, meeting their lips in an infinite dance, as their rythme goes from very slow to peaks of heat, darting tongues and mixed saliva, and as ordinary as making out seems, the sounds, the sensations, the nakedness and the fact that this is them being mixed and molded into one is the most erotic thing they both have known.

They keep doing that for a while, just deliberately kissing and nibbling as she also takes the chance to feel the built muscles of his back, then traces more consciously the hairs of the back of his head and rubs the nape of his neck to finally bring her hands to his jaws, sliding her fingertips across the sharp line that has always made her think how a beautiful creature he is.

Their bodies dance together, and she pulls up to chase a needed pressure on his thigh, and she feels his light thrusts against her own. He buries his face in her neck, continuing his kisses and licks, and she feels him growing achingly hard, as he pinches her side and drags his hand all the way down to her thigh, and she smiles, enjoying the sensations. It's less horniness and more a feeling of safety. It's not like she's not turned on, she is, the proof of it is sliding slickly on the muscle of his thigh that's trapped against her pulsating sex. But the feeling of being wrapped up in Harvey's arms, to be able to physically express her love as she gladly welcomes his, is something she's craved for for so long, and the whirlwind of emotions and pleasure he's giving her can't be expressed only in a sense of safety, but something else entirely that one can only feel in the arms of the person he so openly loves.

Harvey keeps on kissing her, unhurried, as if they have the time of the whole world. He doesn't think about Robert stepping down, or Samantha that's probably still wondering what the fuck happened to him, and he most importantly doesn't think the least about the firm. Turns out, it's hard to think about the trivial things in your life when you've got the only constant in your life pinned under you.

He feels Donna's hand caressing his whole body, and it feels damn good. It dances between his hard muscles and soft spots until it lands on his tight butt cheek, and she passes her fingertips lightly on it, tracing goosebumps all over and making his dick twitch again against her thigh. He looks her in the eye, smirks affectionately and she smiles as well, the reality of the situation still unbelievable for the both of them.

"I can't believe I'm kissing you," he mumbles, face millimeters away from hers.

"I can't believe we just fucked," she retorts and they both chuckle.

"And now, we're gonna make love," he's got both arms securely around her, and his fingers move in an unending caress against the skin of her waist, which results in a flutter in her eyes and a dampness that sticks on the light hairs of her down lips.

He kisses her once more, twice then proceeds to make his way across her cheek, jaw, cheek bone and down to her neck where he spends a respectable amount of time devouring, going from pulse point to collar bone, passing by that cute little hole just above it where he sticks his tongue and licks deliberately until she whimpers loud, finally again.

He darts his fingers souther, claiming her nub with the tips of his fore and middle fingers, rubbing through the creamy texture he finds there.

She is so fucking wet, god helps him.

His hand travels back up to catch a breast, slick fingers finding her hardened nipple and he imitates a circular motion, her moisture helping a warm good feeling to tingle her core. She hums and he replaces the pair with his mouth, licking before sucking, tasting her and slightly tugging with his teeth before collecting saliva in his mouth and drowning the peak in it before he sucks all over again. His hips continue their quest, having a mind of their own but to really think about it, there is one thing that is guiding them. She feels his cock sliding up and down against her thigh, and it makes her even impossibly more turned on. It is something to feel his cock poking at her, and something else entirely different to feel it, whole, thick against her leg, long enough to feel the base just a bit above her knee and the head almost reaching the apex of her thigh as he slides it up and down. The velvet feeling of its skin against hers also isn't helping, and for God's sake if Harvey doesn't quicken the pace, she's gonna lose her fucking mind.

Eventually he does move. After lathering with enough attention both of her breasts, its peaks and swells, he travels south, slowly but surely, leaving a trail of kisses between the valley of her breasts, on her ribcage, and then stomach, where he spends a good minute kissing soundly.

He finally reaches her pubic bone, passes his palm on it repeatedly as he kisses the insides of her thighs. She's writhing and shivering from the anticipation, and when he puts his mouth right there, he's got her whining loudly. His pace is slow, taking his time as he joins his four fingers together, and affectionately caresses her mound before diving back in. Fuck, this whole thing is slow and she tries to leasurally enjoy this. He's pushing his tongue against her clit, flipping and traveling down to go back up, and she lands her hands on his hair as a sign to keep doing that, and to gather her bearings because she's gonna lose it anytime now. She gives herself to him, surrenders and he knows it because she's not even grabbing him by the hair. She just caresses his head and slides her palms across and through his hair, taking whatever he gives her.

"Your body is amazing," he mumbles against her lips before continuing to suck and kiss her clit. He pulls his head up, watching his work carefully, the swollen lips and her reddened sex then goes at it all over again. The whole thing is beyond sexual, the thought of having Harvey between her legs bringing her way quicker to the brink, to the point he doesn't even need to penetrate her. His fingers to himself, only gripping her hips, he laps endlessly as she makes the most of incomprehensible sounds. She's soaking wet, and with his own saliva, she doesn't need more than a few flicks on her nipples with his thumbs, and she's falling apart under his mercy and mouth, sighing out loud, unashamed of her powerful orgasm.

He gives her a peck right on the right lip of her vulva, and goes right up to meet her face, and that undeniably huge grin he loves too much. For a moment they're smirking at each other, and they feel extremely playful that Harvey silently tickles her sides and that gets her to squirm and filps them over. They laugh like literal kids, ridiculous and happy, and she sits up in his lap, trying to find her balance. His cock automatically finds its place between her folds, and suddenly, they're not laughing anymore. Instead, he caresses her right above the knees and she slides herself back and forth a few times, the juices there doing all the required job and earning a moan from him.

Without too much wait, she brings his cock and sinks down on him, both choking out. She steadies herself against his abdomen, starts rocking herself, and she's already chasing the sweet tingling sensations as she watches his face, eyes closed and lips parted, his whole expression screaming peace and pleasure. She makes a whining sound and it catches his attention, because one, she feels him twitching inside, and two, he opens his eyes and locks them to hers and she sees openness that makes her doubt if it's all real, but then, he wraps his hands around her arms and she feels his warm touch and thank god it is. She's riding him but he can't stay away from her, so he tugs and brings her close, down until he's got his arms around her, her chest against his chest and his heart as close as it possibly can to her heart. He starts thrusting up, leaving soft kisses on her eyelids and cheeks.

Soon enough, it's not enough anymore, feels like he wants more of her, more of all this so he turns them around. He slips out he does, and she whines, but he grips his length just before the end of the sound. Looking down to where they meet, he slides his tip gently on her entrance, the head slightly tickling the soft hairs she's got there and he watches in awe as their fluids mix all together, slicking wet. She moans at his ministrations, but enjoys them fully, and it's a strange but such an understandable sensation, to love the tease and hate it all the same. But she can't afford to delve into the thought because he pushes into her again and she's gone.

His thrusts are building in force, and it's building her real quick, but the emotions that flood her the most are because of his soft strokes on her face, utterly contradicting the hard friction between her legs but so so in harmony, at the same time. He's being so careful and she doesn't know if it's a conscious decision from his part or if he can't help himself, but either way, the way he handles her, like porcelaine afraid that if shatters, destroys her, and she doesn't know how to explain to herself but it's the good kind of destruction. He lays kisses all across her skin, wherever his mouth lands on as he keeps pushing in and out, and she's gone for it, can't help feeling all her emotions bubbling up as she feels his impossible gentleness and senses his love spilling from his lips, directly onto her skin.

He keeps leaving wet pecks on her lips, until he pulls back and up, opening her furthermore, and out of nowhere, his moves slow down once again, hitting inside and filling her to the brim, as his thumb travels from her cheek to her mouth, which she parts and sucks on the pad hungrily. She watches as he lets out a ragged breath, then watches him whole, rocking slowly inside her and feeling his presence into her core. She watches his perfectly shaped jaw, and his piercing but gentle eyes, and his toned body, muscles flexing everywhere. She watches him and thinks how perfect he is. He is truly a beautiful man, and she distantly thinks of him as her personal greek god, with his amazing body, and caring heart and proud soul. She clenches her walls around him, silently asking him to bring her to the shore. But it's already a dangerous thing she did, because he loses every last drop of control and he begins really fucking her, chasing their mutual release.

It's all darkness and white spots of pleasure behind both their eyes, despite their hard attempts to keep the eye contact. It feels like passing out, but still feeling connected and present. They're in some kind of nirvana but they're together, until they fall back to reality, with the sound of their breath catching and the skin to skin contact as they lay tangled into each other's arms.

They stay like that for a while, until he feels her shift and he looks at her, a question on his face.

"We need to get cleaned"

"Stay," he pleads, "it's not like we won't get dirty again soon"

She chuckles at his double entendre but can't counter him, knowing too well, even though they seriously need to sleep, that it won't be anytime soon.

He pulls her against him even more, and nuzzles his nose into her cheek where he feels the shadow of a smile forming.

"I've missed you so much"

"I know."

"This is the happiest I've ever been"

She takes a look on his relaxed face, his small smile and closed eyes. She knows it's much the same to her.

"Me too"

"I love you Harvey," she adds.

"I know. Me too."