Sit on My Lap

This initially started out as a short ficlet for one of my twitter challenges, before I expanded it a little and then was convinced to expand it twice more.

(Warning M Rated)

The bar is crowded, filled with people out celebrating the end of yet another work week, letting loose into the weekend. They're out with a bunch of their colleagues from the DA's, a group they regularly have Friday night drinks with, all of them carefully and unknowingly selected by Donna over time. Some were chosen purely because they were good fun to have around, others for more strategic reasons he'd come to realise. Fellow ADA's on the path to success, people they would want in their corner in the future. He's only just beginning to learn about all the fascinating and intriguing ways she enacts her Donna magic.

He has fun on their nights out, enjoys the conversation and the drinks, although if he was honest he finds himself more frequently preferring the nights they stay at the office instead, just the two of them alone, stealing Cameron's scotch and hiding flirting under layers of teasing.

The bar is extra full tonight and they arrive later than usual, which means they are unable to snag their regular table. They make do with a smaller booth in the back, everyone cramming onto the bench seats as best they can. Donna sits next to him on the end, balancing precariously on just a few inches of spare seat, any desire to leave space between them impossible. In fact after watching her wobble on the edge one to many times he finds himself securing his arm around her lower back, hand resting on her hip, holding her in place to prevent her from falling.

She glances up at him in surprise, wariness flickering on her face. He gives her a wink and she immediately rolls her eyes at him making him grin wider. She's always doing that to him and he sometimes finds himself wondering if she uses the expression as cover to hide what she's really thinking.

It's distracting though, having her warm body pressed so tightly against his, his arm wrapped around her waist and her perfume floating around him. The smell is almost more intoxicating than the alcohol he's consuming.

His fingers betray him at times, stroking her hip, or holding her tighter, but she makes no objection to either action. If anything she seems to be leaning more and more into him, her hand brushing along his thigh more frequently than he thinks can be accidental.

He knows they shouldn't go there, that he shouldn't even be entertaining such thoughts about his secretary, but her constant sideways glances at him and the sound of her soft laughter and the way he can feel her breath on his neck is sending him insane.

While Donna is in the restroom a latecomer joins them, forcing their way into the already lacking seating and by the time she returns what little space there was for her to sit has completely disappeared.

She studies her nonexistent seat for a moment, looking unimpressed, and then suddenly smirks up at him.

"Can I sit on your lap?"

I'd rather you sit on my face.

The thought zaps unbidden through his brain and for a moment he's afraid he actually said it out loud. She was making him lose his mind tonight. He tells himself he only wants her so badly, only dreams about touching and tasting her so often, because she's forbidden.

She's staring at him, waiting for an answer and really he should leave because they've been treading a dangerous line all night. But instead Donna takes matters into her own hands, squeezing into the booth and settling herself onto his lap before he can say anything else.

If he thought he was affected by her sitting close beside him all night, it's a whole other level with her perched on his lap. Her weight is soft and warm on his legs and distracting in the extreme. He is entirely unable to concentrate on anything other than her body on his.

Tentatively he rests his hand back on her hip once more, ready to pretend it's under the guise of providing her some stability, but instead she presses herself into his palm, welcoming his touch. She keeps herself positioned safely away from his groin thankfully, balancing more on his thighs and knees. That is until someone bumps into them while walking past making her wobble and she steadies herself by moving more solidly into place on his lap.

The effect on his body is near instantaneous, her ass now pressed to his crotch and no amount of mental willpower can stop his sudden erection. He tries to pull away, because there's no way she can't feel him, but instead she wiggles into his lap a little firmer, the action anything but subtle, making direct contact with his growing arousal and he nearly groans.

They're well beyond the line now, well past the point where their actions could be brushed off as innocent or unintentional, and he has no clue just where things are headed. Donna remains seated in his lap for several more minutes as the noise and the people and the bar all fade into oblivion. He's almost paraylsed, trapped in position with no idea what his next move should be and then her hand laces through his and she clambers off his lap, pulling him along behind her. She weaves her way through the crowded bar and outside. He feels dazed, the fresh air and city lights and her hand still holding his almost overwhelming, as she quickly hails a taxi and bundles him inside.

She gives the driver an address he assumes is her own and then suddenly her lips are on his. It takes him a second to respond, her lips moving softly over his, because he's thought about kissing her a hundred times before and now finally he is. He returns the pressure, trapping her bottom lip between his, sucking gently. She tastes sweet like raspberries, with a hint of lime from the cocktails she'd been drinking and it's intoxicating.

He parts her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth and that's when her hand fists in his hair as she opens to him. They quickly become messy, her body pressing into his. His lips travel along her jaw and down her neck, tasting her skin and breathing in her scent and when he sucks on the curve of her shoulder she whimpers. He remembers then that they're in the back of a cab and he's going to owe the driver a huge tip for having to bear witness to their backseat makeout session.

He returns to her lips and loses himself exploring her mouth as his fingers trace her body. He could keep kissing her forever and it's an odd thought, because usually kissing is just a stepping stone for him to something more. But just the movement of her lips and the taste of her mouth has him more aroused than most of the actual sex he's had all year.

He doesn't even register when the cab reaches its destination. Not until Donna suddenly slips from his grasp and disappears out the door which she closes quickly behind her before he's even had a chance to move.

"Goodnight Harvey," she says softly with a smirk, leaning down to the open window.

"Seriously?" he gasps, short of breath and almost light headed, every drop of blood in his body currently flooding to one area of his anatomy.

"Seriously." She gives him a wink and turns on her heel, strutting into her building, leaving him alone in the cab with a throbbing erection and a driver trying desperately to stifle his laughter.

"Well, she's sure special," the driver eventually chuckles. He nods his head in agreement, still a little stunned by the turn of events and then gives the driver his address.

There's a touch of disappointment of course, but he also knows she made the right call. As the cab pulls back into traffic all he can think is there is indeed something special about Donna Paulsen and he's almost terrified to discover what that means.

He hasn't done this before. In fact he's actively avoided doing it because he's always had the feeling that once he did, once he crossed that line, there would be no going back.

But tonight, after that, it's impossible not to.

He shrugs out of his clothes and collapses on his bed, still hard, still buzzing with arousal, high on her taste and her scent and the feel of her body beneath his fingertips.

He doesn't turn on the lamp, the images dancing behind his eyelids brighter than any light could possibly be. He's throbbing as he wraps his hand around his dick, unable to hold off a second longer and he actually groans from the touch, from finally being able to ease some of his pulsing need as he gives himself a few tentative strokes.

Images of the night start playing in his head, the initial innocent touches, the way her body had been pressed beside his. Then the weight of her on his lap, the way she ground back into his crotch. He teases himself, squeezing the head of his dick, palming his balls, playing with his nipple, wanting to draw out and indulge himself in the moment, despite knowing he could easily have himself coming in under a minute.

He focuses for a long time on what it felt like holding her hand, the heat of their palms locked together and the electric current that seemed to run up his arm before his mind turns to kissing her and he groans once more into the silence of his room.

He bucks into his hand, settling his grip around his thick swollen length as he starts to really work his cock. He can still taste her on his lips, still hear the sounds she made as he nibbled on her neck whisper in his ear. He's kissed plenty of women in his life and he can confidently say none have ever had this effect on him.

His breathing becomes laboured as he increases the speed of his strokes. He runs his thumb across the wet head, tantalised by the thought of what her tongue would feel like on him, what it would feel like to slide himself between her soft pink lips.

He lets his thoughts wonder to what might have happened if she'd invited him up. How he would have peeled her out of her dress, finally been able to feast his eyes on her body, how he would have explored every inch of her skin with his mouth before settling between her thighs. He grunts, jerking madly on his dick now, his palm sticky with pre-cum, as he imagines himself tasting her, licking and sucking, sliding a finger inside her wet welcoming depths. He would have made her come again and again, made her moan and beg and shout his name.

He's so close now, nearly abusing his cock with the speed of his strokes, fist hitting against the swollen head again and again, as heat coils deep inside him, sweat coating his chest. He thinks about what it would feel like to move up from between her legs, kiss her lips with his own coated in her arousal, position himself at her entrance and sink inside her. He wonders how hot and tight she would be, what sounds she would make as he fucked her, thinks about his hands on her breasts and her nipple in his mouth and about how fucking amazing it would be to feel her explode around him.

It's that thought that tips him over the edge, visions of red hair and golden freckles and her whimpering as she falls apart sending him into freefall. He moans as he lets go, coming long and hard, more powerfully than he can ever remember, fire rippling through his body as his release spurts out over his stomach and drips down his hand.

Fuck.

He was in serious trouble.

She can feel his eyes lingering on her as she walks away from the cab. She refuses to let herself turn back and look because she knows her resolve will waiver, knows she'll end up giving him a nod to come join her and that he'd be there in a flash.

She holds her composure until the doors of the elevator slide shut, leaning against the cold metal wall in the hopes it will cool the fire ravaging her insides. She was in trouble. So much goddamn trouble.

She loves her job, loves working with Harvey. They're a team, already after just a few months, and she doesn't want to ruin that. But she also doesn't know how much longer she's going to be able to resist him, given she's already crossed the line far beyond anything she ever intended to with him tonight.

The tension had built steadily all night and eventually she hadn't been able to contain herself any longer. Hadn't wanted to.

Entering her apartment she contemplates pouring herself another drink but she's already had more than enough tonight and any more liquid courage might have her doing something stupid, like calling and telling him she's changed her mind, that he should come back.

Instead she heads to the shower, runs the water ice cold in an effort to clear her head. But it doesn't help. His scent lingers in her skin, his taste in her mouth, and despite the chill of the water, she can still feel the heat of his hands on her body. She gives in, adjusting the water to a more enjoyable temperature. Her hands traverse her body as she washes herself. She massages her breasts, tugging on her nipples, making herself groan. She plays her fingers lightly between her legs, fingertips brushing over her swollen clit and her knees buckle.

Abandoning the shower she slides her still slightly damp, naked body between her sheets, finally surrendering herself to the all consuming need coursing through her bloodstream. Her hands wander over her body, stroking her skin, playing with her breasts, running her fingers up her inner thigh. In her mind they're Harvey's hands, exploring her body, discovering where to touch to make her ticklish, or moan or cry his name.

Finally she lets her hand move between her legs, touching lightly around the edges of her mound, teasing herself, building anticipation. She dips a finger into her slick entrance and drags it up through her folds, running over her clit, and she gasps, imagining Harvey's tongue making the same movement.

Closing her eyes she lets the fantasy play, lets the vision of him dance behind her eyelids. She flicks and rubs her clit, whimpering from her own touch, pretending it's Harvey's. She thrusts two fingers inside her hot wet centre, thinks about what it would feel like to have Harvey filling her. She'd felt him tonight, felt his hard length as she ground on his lap. He felt large, straining in his pants, and she always imagined he'd be big, always wondered just how entirely he would fill her, if she ever decided to cross that line.

As she rocks her fingers inside her body, hips bucking up into her hand while she rubs her clit with the other, she realises it's only a matter of time. Her and Harvey, they're inevitable, on a collision course that's only going to end one way. In bed, naked, bodies joined.

She comes, loud and hard, wave after wave crashing through her body, her teeth biting into her lip to stop her from crying out his name.