Harvey didn't know much about women's fashion but he appreciated beauty when he saw it and he definitely saw it in Donna, every single day. Not that she needed dresses to look pretty but there wasn't a person who wouldn't admit that her taste was exquisite.

Donna looked stunning in everything she wore. Every color, cut, length and designer she chose, complimented her body perfectly, highlighting all of her assets. The pieces were elegant on their own but on her they looked breathtaking, the confidence with which she wore them scoring more points for her appearance.

To her it was like a game of finding the right piece for each day. Never really focused on the office dress code but more influenced by her theater days and playing the role of the feminine, the dominant, the angel-like, the hot one, all depending on her mood.

And she loved buying new ones as well. Always after the latest fashion trends but never losing sense of her own personal style, she'd go on shopping sprees and get tailor made clothes whenever she was bored or felt like she needed to freshen up her look. So her closet was always packed and she rarely wore the same dress twice, just her favorites. And those rare occasions were widely spread out with big time intervals in between each.

He loved when she bought new dresses and showed them off just for him before wearing them to the office. What he loved even more was taking the dresses off of her.

However there was one particular dress that, for some reason, he couldn't shake from memory ever since he saw her wearing it a long time ago. The reason simply being that Harvey thought she looked incredible in it. That day, when the elevator doors swung open and he saw her approaching him in the lobby all he could think about was that she looked unreal, completely out of this world. And he thinks they were arguing about some case but what he really remembers is mostly wanting to devour her with his gaze and then pin her to the wall and strip her off of that pretty piece. But back then they weren't together and he couldn't have let her know what that dress did to him and, unfortunately he never saw it again. Until this morning.

Harvey was sitting in the armchair across the bedroom door, enjoying his coffee, so when Donna emerged from the doorway she instantly grabbed his attention causing the newspaper he was reading to fall on his lap. His eyes that were moments ago reading headlines could now only focus on the deep burgundy shade that was covering Donna's body.

She looked sexy (but not easy), a sense of power to her. The fabric thoroughly hugging her figure. Tiny glimpse of the skin on her shoulders. Her arms peaking through the fabric when she walked around. But what really ended him was the low-cut, revealing her cleavage enough; but not too much. The dress covered most of her skin and all the provocative parts but the decollete made up for it twice as much, sparking Harvey's imagination.

He followed her around the room with his gaze as she cluelessly went on with her morning routine, completely oblivious to what was going on in Harveys mind. Oblivious to him being so in awe from seeing her in that same dress but in a different light this time. She was now wearing it barefoot in his apartment instead of the firm's lobby and was heading towards the kitchen to pour some fresh brewed coffee instead of chasing after him to hand him last minute files.

And he could now act on his thoughts instead of silently drool over his fantasies.

But she was just enjoying the quiet early morning, the way the sunrays slipped through the huge windows and bathed the apartment in a soft light, having Harvey there in the comfort of their shared home. She glanced in his direction, giving him a gentle smile before returning to her cup of coffee. He watched her lips touch the porcelaine as she took a small sip but he wasn't really seeing her. Other images had started playing in his head, like a little movie directed by his own fantasies, past and present.

In his mind she was already whimpering under his touch. He could hear her moans mixed with his name escaping her lips in between. Such a familiar sound. He smiled, if only to himself.

The clink of the cup on the counter took him away from his thoughts, landing him back to reality. But that wasn't necessarily bad because now those two things could be one and the same. And so Harvey was about to make them just that.

He waited until she had disappeared in the bedroom again before raising himself from his seat and silently tracing her steps. Unnoticed, he peaked in the entrance and saw her standing in front of the mirror, ruffling through her earrings trying to find the perfect match for the dress that was responsible for his current state of insanity.

Walking up to her, his arms snaking around her waist, he pressed her against his body. Catching her off guard he felt her jump a little in his embrace and then quickly relaxing once she felt his face touch her cheek. He gently pulled her hair back, placing it on one shoulder to reveal her long neck, making it available to himself. It was such a sweet and soft gesture, the way his hand then traced the nape of her neck with the utmost tenderness coating his fingers.

His hand quickly returned to rest on it's previous spot on her waist and he pulled her closer, his breath warm and heavy tingling the side of her neck. "I don't think I ever told you," he whispered in her ear, "how good you look in that dress." His voice was low and hoarse and oh so hot, sending a shiver down her spine. Donna smiled at him through the mirror, carefully examining his every movement in the reflection without having to move herself.

"You haven't." She replied, half-teasing; half-serious. She wanted to stay in character a little longer and not give in to his endeavor to seduce her right away because she wanted him to tell her more of what he thought, show her more of what that meant.

His hands traveled up and down her belly, touching her, all of her, like he was trying to memorise the way the material felt on her body and under his fingertips, making it up to past Harvey who wished he could have done that exact thing years ago.

"Well you look amazing." He groaned before biting her ear lightly.

He places a kiss on her soft cheek, starting off slowly and gradually building up the tension by moving lower to her neck, covering it in slow wet kisses until he feels her relax her body and let go a little in his arms. And he keeps going. Donna was sensitive in the neck and he knew it ever since their first time. It was the kind of information that's immediately and carefully noted and then taken advantage of with every chance he got. Now, once again, he could feel her whimper underneath his lips, surely and steadily giving in to his ploy.

Harvey nibbles on the velvety skin of her ear, his breath caressing the side of her face while hers hitches slightly in her throat as a result of his actions. The tight hold he has on her weakens as he moves his hand upwards, his touch on her body remaining firm, until his palm slips in the cleavage opening of the dress and kneads her breast gently. That's what makes Donna lose the little sense of control she had over herself, as a small gasp escapes her mouth, her eyes rolling back.

"The last time you wore this all I thought about, was how much I wanted to take it off of you." He continues and the words nest directly in her brain, the realization that he has thought about this before shaking her up from the dazed state she's in. She could imagine that Harvey had looked at her that way before they got together but hearing it in such a raw and unfiltered form from him was not something she had gotten used to yet. She didn't know if she would ever be able to.

"Take it off then." She urges him, inviting any further action from his part, both too aroused and too intrigued by his behavior by now. She leans back slightly into him, grinding against his erection that she has felt growing bigger as time passed and manages to elicit a small moan from Harvey. She can feel herself wet too, Harvey's acts of possessiveness on her neck and words that are now replaying in her mind having done their part fairly well.

His hands move to the zipper on her back, his lips remaining glued to her neck, sucking and kissing continuously like her skin was something he had been deprived of for a long time and now finally had access to. With one swift motion the garment was now pooled on the floor and opening her eyes, Donna was greeted by their reflection in the shiny glass. She's only in her underwear and he is fully dressed like that, their bodies pressed together. She has to admit the image is hot.

She tried turning her face to capture his lips in hers but with one firm movement Harvey turned her around so as to face her directly and kissed her, deeply from the start. His tongue instantaneous and urgent sweeped her mouth in search of hers until they came together, creating a dazzle of a kiss.

Without either of them breaking away, they stumble backwards until he has her pinned against the wall and she's enjoying his assertiveness and this thing that had started with his initiative but that they were going to finish together.

As soon as her back hits the cold surface she closes her eyes and feels Harvey's hand between her thighs, her own hand wrapping around his neck and fingers clutching his shoulder. His middle finger traces her bottom lips over her underwear, the fabric creating a delicious friction that makes her moan inaudibly, throwing her head back in pleasure. He suddenly applies more pressure against her clit and she gasps, completely gone in the sensation.

"Is that what you imagined?" She asks softly without opening her eyes, hardly managing to get the words out. The corners of her mouth curl up into a smile as she feels Harvey slide closer to her and answer her question positively with a wet kiss. He pulls away and finally slips his hand in her panties. She bites back a moan from the long awaited contact finally being established.

"I imagined this so long ago." he whispers back. "Was it? Too long ago."

She lets out a subtle laugh that blends in the air with her moans. Her smile: a witness of the pleasure and amusement she's receiving from this exchange.

"That day in the lobby." He continues and sucks the skin on her neck just below her ear.

"Arguing." She adds playfully because she knows exactly what day Harvey is talking about and she has to confess, if only to herself, that she had imagined things too then.

He kisses her repeatedly and messily. Hot and opening lips softly landing on her mouth, her nose, her chin, all over her face, everything becoming one and the same as long as he's kissing her. And she kisses him back, reciprocating the loving gestures.

Donna's hands try to find an opening between their bodies, blindly sliding in search of the zipper of his pants that she quickly finds and undoes. The freedom causes Harvey to groan in her neck as she feels him hard against her touch. Her leg traces the back of his before hooking around his hip and he helps hold it up with his hand, his fingers digging in the flesh. It makes her shiver.

Not even bothering to take her panties off, Harvey pulls them to the side and rubs his tip at her entrance, her desire wet mixing with precum and the thought that he's the one who has her dripping like that on a random Tuesday morning turning him on even further. She feels his head push a little inside and she thinks the anticipation is going to kill her, the need to have him inside her prominent in the way she mewls in his ear.

"Let's go to the bed." He murmurs softly.

"No no no no." She responds quickly but quietly. "Don't move, don't move." The words spoken in a slower rhythm now, her eyes shutting with pleasure, an attempt to take in everything the moment had to offer before opening and meeting his again. He smiles at her plea, ready to do as he has been asked. Their gazes remain locked when he enters her slowly and witnesses her face contort in pleasure before losing her eyes from sight again.

He brings his hand to her cheek with his fingers hovering over her mouth and she captures them, biting gently but there's still a roughness present. She leans forward until their faces touch and then she keeps pressing into him. Her forehead on his cheek, skin on skin and everything is just what it is and they don't really see they just act on what feels right, driven by their moment and the senses. She leans harder against his body as he starts thrusting into her.

Everything is hot and slow, soft until with a swift gradation of intensity she feels him pound harder, making her cling onto him like he's the only solid thing in a swaying world. He hits all the right spots, deep and nice and it feels so damn good and she's enjoying it so much.

She loves how he feels inside of her. He fills her so well like no one else ever had in the past and now, now else ever will. Because that's their endgame, they're together in this forever and they'll get to do it all, time and time again. Soft, slow, loving and so intimate, glazing their more vulnerable moments and rough, hard, faster even kinkier sometimes when that's what feels right and the only thing that won't change, ever, is how well their bodies fit together. And she doesn't know if she'll ever stop being surprised by that but maybe she doesn't want to because she likes discovering it all over again every single time. A sensation so shocking it throws her off but at the same time so familiar it feels like she's known it in a past life.

He feels close so he brings his hand to her clit, wanting to take her with him. His fingers imitating circular motions, he keeps going until she moans louder than before and he kisses her and lets himself come, hoping she did too. And she has, her knees buckling as she collapses onto him.

They both stand on the spot, trembling and out of breath, holding each other up with their bodies. They stay like that for a minute just feeling their breaths mingle before he gives her one more soft kiss and she purrs against his lips, a shadow of a smile forming on hers.

"Apart from everything else, I also just plainly thought you look beautiful in that dress." He confesses softly, before giving her one more peck on the lips and leaving her to sort out her appearance. There's so much love in his eyes and the words sound so genuine that it makes her melt. Because as much as he loved fantasising about Donna, now and all the years before, and even though some of her clothing choices managed to enhance these fantasies, the main thing always remained the same; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and that would never change.