It's been a while! Hi! Life is weird and hard but there are little moments of happiness that get us through (like when I wrote this). I hope you enjoy!

He's looking at her in that way — his emotions already running high from her reminder of Mike's departure and the shaky foundation of his case — his demeanor screaming for certainty, tangibility.

And she'd be lying if she said she couldn't help him with that.

So instead of leaving him addled, battling his conflicting thoughts and hindering fears, she delicately lowers the zip of her dress, just enough so the fabric gapes and the blush of her areolas peek through.

Donna looks up in time to catch his stunned expression. Harvey swallows, takes a tentative step towards her only to quickly retract. She cocks her hip against the copier, one eyebrow raised, chest on full display.

"You want?" He licks his lips, sounding dazed.

She almost rolls her eyes. "You need a signed affidavit?"

And then he pulls her in, the moon to the tide. Kissing her square on the mouth, his hands roam inside the fabric, drawing out her heavy breasts. They pucker, exposed to the cool air and a guttural sound catches in his throat.

He plucks at her nipples, tugs each breast forward and releases so they bounce back against each other.

"Here?" she confirms.

He nods distinctly. "Here."

No room for argument. Her entire body is electric.

Fastidious fingers draw down her zipper, inching past her belly button to encounter bare, pink, wet flesh and Harvey groans against her neck, tongue fluttering hotly.

Her vision cuts out when he dips his thumb inside her, circling, stretching, sliding up to play with her clit and she's trembling, shuddering, aching with pleasure and relief.

Then Harvey's mouth finds her nipple, sucking and pulling with his teeth. Her head jerks back in ecstasy, intense arousal clouding her senses and she can't tell if it's the harsh fluorescents or his searing kisses that blind her. She grabs her other breast roughly and tugs it raw, and Harvey gets the hint, replaces her hand with his larger one and kneads until her breathless whining grows faster.

Her hips pulse into his palm, silently begging for more contact. He obliges, slips two fingers to the hilt and she jolts, then moans. Harvey slaps his free hand over her mouth to quiet her, subtly reminding her of where they are. She bites his knuckle impatiently and he resumes fucking her, the wet slap of his fingers intoxicating.

Her breasts bounce towards his face as he pounds her into the machine, and he bends down to bite the plump skin like she's forbidden fruit.

He stops cold, suddenly, and she opens her eyes to find his dark and hungry, staring at her naked front; the open dress hangs off her shoulders like a cape and frames her milky curves, forming the perfect chiaroscuro.

"Fuck." It's whispered like a prayer.

With a coy smile, Donna bends her knee, drags her middle finger up her slit with her eyes still locked on his.

He descends, thumbs spreading her soaking lips, tongue swiping the same path her finger just traveled.

She can't hold back a gasp and bucks into his face while he laps at her. Cradles the back of his scalp, scratches the nape of his neck and gets lost in the sensation of his warm mouth working her center.

When she comes it's surprising, but not unwelcome; she loses her footing, tumbling under the waves over and over, gripping his shoulders as a life boat while he gives her long, slow licks to guide her back to shore.

Harvey's lips glisten as he lifts them from her sex. Her legs shake while she fumbles with his shirt collar, yanking him up with every intention to kiss that smug look off his face and maybe, finally —

The door clicks.

Her eyes widen and she hastily fastens her dress, wipes Harvey's mouth with the back of her hand and smooths his hair where she'd mussed it. He catches her wrist, gaze steady and sure, conveying his want and lust and a promise for more. Later. Alone.

No room for argument.

She nods. Smiles. Breathes a kiss over his lips to seal the deal. Resumes his copies with the press of a button and leaves him to dampen his hard-on.