Donna takes a sip of her cocktail and turns around, looking for her girlfriends. This wasn't the end of the workday she expected, but couldn't resist Samantha and Katrina's proposal of having a night out and now she's glad she did.
She finally spots them on the other side of the club dancing with two men but they don't seem to be interested in them but in each other. She smiles to herself. It looks like the night just keeps getting better.
She's on her own though. Some people have approached her and she even shared some dance steps and shots with a few of them, but somehow she ended up alone. She didn't technically reject them, but a look or a half smile was enough for them to realise they weren't getting anywhere.
But Donna is having fun. She's a grown ass woman who is fully aware that not every night has to end up having a one night stand. Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy too.
In cue with her thoughts, she finishes her drink and orders another one, grabbing her phone to check the notifications as she waits for it. That's when she sees three missed calls from Harvey, the last one only five minutes ago. She considers not to return them, still not sure of where they're standing, but then again, if he's calling her at this time of the night, it must be an urgency.
The music of the club is so loud she decides to call from the bathroom, which is surprisingly empty, and locks herself in a stall as she dials his number.
"Hey."
"Hi Harvey, is everything okay?"
"Yes, I just wanted to ask you something about Phillip's case, but it can wait 'til tomorrow if you're busy right now."
Donna covers her ear with her free hand and replies, raising her voice, "don't worry, Harvey. What do you need?"
"Where are you anyway?"
"At a club. Well, I'm in the bathroom right now."
"Shit Donna, I didn't know you had a date tonight, I'm—"
"It's not a date, Harvey," she hurries to clarify. "Sam and Katrina are also here, we're just having some after work drinks."
"Girls night, huh?" Wait, is that a sigh of relief? "And yet, you're still on your own?"
She hums, unsure of where this conversation is going. She's about to get back to the subject of his call when he speaks again, "is that your choice or are you just surrounded by a bunch of idiots?"
If she wouldn't know better, she'd just let it pass. But she does, and doesn't fail to recognize the hidden intention in his words. They aren't supposed to do this anymore — calling in the middle of the night, flirting, crossing their way too blurry line only to step back when things start to get real.
She's tired of it, this little game. It simply worked until it didn't. So she chooses her next words carefully, their double meaning fully intended but throwing down the gauntlet at the same time.
"Sometimes they just fail to see what's right in front of them."
"I might be an idiot, Donna, but I'm not blind."
Her breath hitches as she closes her eyes briefly. He is taking up the challenge after all. "I mean, you looked so good today, with those earrings."
"Did I?"
"Yeah. I love when you wear things I bought you," his tone is casual, but it echoes in every part of her body, leaving her speechless and slightly aroused — not that she'll ever recognize that. Before she can come up with a witty reply, he adds, "I see what you do there, you know?"
"What?"
"Come on, Donna, don't play dumb with me. I know you wear all those dresses and shoes and jewelry so I can check you out," his voice is dangerously low and rough now. "And you only keep using my credit card to buy them because you know it drives me fucking crazy."
"I don't get dressed for you, Harvey." She retorts, trying to sound convincing, but her tone is weak and it only seems to encourage him to continue.
"Yeah, but you enjoy doing that, right? You love feeling my eyes on you, silently undressing you. You have no idea how many times I've thought of doing that."
She cannot help the soft moan that escapes her mouth. One thing is flirting, maybe even confessing he still jerks off to memories of strawberries and whipped cream, and a whole different one is saying out loud he wants to repeat it. That he still sees her that way and not only this way, and that he does so right in the middle of the firm.
She should be smarter, she thinks. She has drunk alcohol tonight and probably he has too, Paula's debacle is so recent, her heart is still broken, etcetera, but none of these reasons seem to be good enough because before she knows, she's already pronouncing her next words, "what else have you thought?"
Donna hears him hissing, the idea of him as turned on as she is now sending shivers down her spine. "Every time you smirk at me or add an extra sway to your hips, all I want to do is bend you right there, in my desk or in yours, and fuck you until you're screaming my name."
The back of her head hits the wall of the stall as she shuts her eyes closed. She can feel the heat emanating through every pore of her skin and she wishes she were home so she could take her clothes off, but for now she'd have to conform with the coldness of the metallic cubicle.
"And when you move your hair to your side, I have to tear my eyes apart to prevent myself from sucking in that very same spot of your neck in which I got you meowing all those years ago in a way I still haven't forgotten." She lets out a similar sound at his confession while sneaking a hand under her dress, finding her panties soaking with her desire. She takes them off and keeps them in her bag before resuming her position over her centre.
"But when you wear a dress with a low neckline…" he groans, and she wonders if he's gone further than her and is already touching himself. "I swear I cannot focus on anything for the rest of the day. I picture myself running my tongue over the curves of your cleavage as I press your breasts together before pushing the fabric down and taste those pretty pink nipples of you over and over again."
"I'd let you, Harvey," she practically moans his name as she circles her clit, unable to hold herself anymore. She gulps, attempting to control her faltering voice, and utters, "You know, I think you like to put on a show yourself too."
He chuckles smugly and another wave of heat hits her body. "Oh yeah? And how so?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure you do dress up every morning thinking about me. On Monday, you wear your navy blue three piece suit and sit across from me in the conference room, knowing I won't be able to raise my head during the whole weekly meeting," she distantly hears his grunt as she slides a finger down her slit, teasing her entrance. "And whenever we're gonna have late night drinks, you make sure your tie is black, because you know how much I love the way it contrasts with your white shirt when you take off your jacket."
"Fuck, Donna."
"But what really infuriates me is when you roll up your sleeves and sit on the couch with your legs spread out like you own the fucking place. God, I hate you so much when you do that. It makes me want to drop to my knees and take you in my mouth right there."
Harvey's unique response to her revelation is a long, loud moan that matches hers as she finally slips her finger inside her. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah. I tried not to but…" He growls. "But you're so fucking hot, Donna. I wish I had known sooner."
She shakes her head. "It's okay, Harvey. We're here now."
"I really need to see you. Let's FaceTime."
"I don't know if there's enough signal—," she starts to explain, but Harvey's still speaking.
"Where are you?"
"White Rabbit."
"I'm on my way."
"Don't worry, I'll take a cab."
"You sure?" He waits for her nod and continues, "bye, Donna. Can't wait to fuck you."
She smirks as she hangs up, but stands still for a few seconds. She's confused. She must've missed something when they talked at the same time, because first he proposed a video call and then he's on his way to take her home. She brushes it off though, she has probably talked nonsense too anyway.
Donna fixes her dress and takes a deep breath before getting out the stall and the bathroom without any second thought. It's better this way. She looks for her colleagues to excuse herself, but she only finds the two men they were dancing with, Katrina and Samantha are nowhere to be seen. The night is definitely getting better for all of them.
By the time she arrives at his apartment, her limbs are trembling in anticipation. She raises her hand to knock the door but it cracks open before she can do so, revealing a version of Harvey she hasn't seen before and that leaves her panting. He's wearing a black v-neck cotton t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that she quickly adds to her private list of favorite outfits.
Without sharing a word, Donna passes by him and drops her bag in the kitchen counter. She turns around then with a mischievous grin in her face and looks at him right in the eye, challenging him to move. He takes the hint and closes the distance between them, crashing his lips with hers in a long kiss.
He frames her face when they come up for air, the sweet gesture making her frown, and finally speaks in a low voice, "are you drunk?"
"Hmm, no. Are you?"
"No."
"Good."
"Good," he mumbles before kissing her again hotly and lifting her up to take her to his bedroom where she gets undressed in less than a minute. He thinks he's gonna faint for a moment when his hands find bare flesh instead of the fabric of her panties, his mouth already watering. He places her carefully in the mattress, as if she were made of the finest porcelain.
"I thought you wanted to FaceTime," she sighs against his mouth when he hovers above her after trailing a tortuous path of wet kisses up from her belly to her lips.
He laughs and stands up at the end of the bed to run his eyes over her body in a way she cannot quite identify, but doesn't say anything. Donna rolls her eyes and decides to punish him by sliding her foot's fingertips down his front, taking her time to caress his now rock hard length through his pants.
Harvey stops her by catching her ankle and squeezes gently, enough to make her feel the pressure without hurting her. She moans softly at his unexpected movement and locks her dark eyes with his, watching them fill with hunger and desire. That seems to snap them out and Harvey rapidly takes off his clothes and resumes his position above her, leaning down to devour her neck.
It's insane, she thinks, how fast he finds that spot he mentioned during their call. "You really remember everything, huh?" she teases.
He grazes his teeth over her skin and smoothes the abused flesh before nibbling again, harder, eliciting the little whimper he was looking for. "God, I missed you so much," he whispers in her ear as his hand travels south.
He's everywhere. His lips, his hands, almost every inch of him is touching her. His five o'clock shadow tickles the soft skin under her breasts as he makes his fantasy come true. His own personal scent mixed with his shower gel and the fresh smell of his sheets. He is intoxicating her, her mind getting dizzy as her heart races.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he says, tugging at her bottom lip.
She lowers her hand to take him in her palm as she wraps her legs around his waist, locking him there. "I need you now." He grins and reaches over his nightstand but Donna stops him, placing a hand in his chest. "I'm taking the pill and I'm clean."
"I'm clean too," they state at each other, silently agreeing to what they're about to do, and Harvey closes his eyes briefly. Fuck, she's gonna kill him. Not only this, them, is happening again, but now he's going to get the full experience for the first time. He positions himself at her entrance and looks back at her and her beautiful body, taking a mental picture so he can remember this moment for the rest of his life.
In one smooth motion, he enters her, his eyes never leaving hers as they both gasp at this whole new sensation. He pulls out entirely and pushes himself inside again, muffling her moan with his lips. He stays still for a while as if he were struggling to assume that this is really happening until Donna wiggles her hips, encouraging him to move, and he finally starts doing so.
He wishes he could set a slow pace, build their release unhurriedly, take his time to savor every single second, but it's too much. She's too much. Her warm, tight core enveloping him, her body moving in sync with his, the hypnotizing sounds he's provoking by thrusting into her, all of it, is sending him right to the edge. She feels so good, she feels like… Home.
She seems to be as gone as he is because she tightens her hold around him and begs, "harder, Harvey. Please." He just groans in response and begins to properly pound inside her, hitting all the right spots. Her cries become desperate as he speeds up his rhythm and reaches down to flick her bundle of nerves expertly, making her moan in ecstasy.
"I'm close," she whispers.
"Come for me, Donna," Harvey asks her and increases even more his pace, slapping his hips against hers frantically until he feels her walls contracting around him, taking him down with her in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Harvey doesn't let her ride out her orgasm though. He pulls out completely, making her pout lightly at the loss of contact, and crawls down her body. He leaves light kisses in her mound as he brushes her oversensitive clit with his thumb ever so slightly she barely feels it, but it's enough to make her walls tighten again and his cum slip out of her and down to his sheets.
She's about to ask what he's doing, a little upset he didn't stay inside her for a bit longer, when all of a sudden Harvey presses his lips against her folds, obtaining a gasp of surprise in response. He doesn't waste much time there, just thrusts his tongue inside her and trails her red lips up and down with it a few times, humming approvingly at the taste of their mixed releases he finds there.
Harvey abruptly flips them over, placing her centre right above his mouth and her legs at each side of her head. His movement catches Donna by surprise, taking her a while to realise she's now sitting in his face. She wants to lift a bit, worried she may be crushing him, but his hands hold her hips in place.
Without any warning, his tongue begins to rub her clit in small circles and she throws her head back involuntarily. It feels slightly uncomfortable at first, her flesh still sore from their previous activities, but as Harvey keeps licking and sucking, adding more and more pressure each time, she starts to feel the pleasure taking over her entire body again at an alarming speed.
Donna grinds against his mouth, giving herself the last push needed to come once again, longer and harder than her previous orgasm if possible. The waves keep hitting her body over and over even some seconds later and she falls forward, unable to stand straight anymore. Thankfully, Harvey is still grabbing her and he cushions the blow, gently rolling her in her back as her pulse begins to normalize slowly.
She has a million questions for him, from where did you learn to do that to the most important one — what (and why) now, but she's still feeling little after-shocks in every cell of her body so she'll have to wait a bit longer to get some answers.
Harvey stays right there, stroking her knee tenderly as he watches in amusement how her face relaxes into a smile. He reaches up and carefully moves her hand away from her forehead and waits for her to open her eyes. He flashes her a smile then that makes her heart skip a beat and crawls up her exhausted body, brushing his nose against her skin, as he says, "that's the kind of FaceTime I was talking about."