Oookay…. since y'all enjoyed the first part so much I decided to write a second part. Big thank you to Dany ( cataleyastark) for the review on part one, it sparked the idea for part two, although I guess this isn't exactly what you expected. Anyway, without further ado, have fun reading this one. - Dana

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*Three months later*

"You ready?" Donna asked as she stepped into Harveys office. He was sitting at his desk, focused on his laptop. His brows furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead prominent and the two distinct moles above his eyebrow glowing. Donna thought he never looked more attractive to her.

"Yes, hold up, I'm just finishing this up real quick." he replied and Donna moved to sit on his couch. Harvey watched her for a moment, appreciating the sway of her hips as she walked to the leather couch. The dress she was wearing accentuated all her best features and to Harvey, every feature was her best feature. From her face to her hair, over her breasts, hips and waist to her long, creamy legs - Harvey loved every single detail about the redhead. She sat down on the couch and scrolled on her phone as Harvey typed something into his computer before shutting it and gathering his belongings to go home.

"Let's go." he said and smiled at Donna. She got up from the couch and walked to Harvey, grabbed his hand and gave him a small kiss on the lips. They did that now. Just kissing each other throughout the day. No tongue, no fire. Just a quick, office appropriate peck. On their way to Harvey's condo they picked up Donna's favorite pizza with yellow tomatoes. The pair ate dinner together as they did almost every night now - on the couch with Survivor running on the TV. Ever since they got together that one night three months ago, Harvey tried to get Donna to watch Survivor with him, but he quickly realized when she was with him, he didn't even want to watch the show anymore.

In the past weeks Donna's nightmares and flashbacks got less. For a few days after their first night together she still had those images reappear, usually at night time, but Harvey would gather her in his arms to calm her down. He really helped Donna with overcoming those memories. For two weeks after their first night the fresh couple didn't have sex, it was just too overwhelming for Donna and Harvey just appreciated being with her, there was no need for sex. Eventually they took the step and were intimate again, on the kitchen counter, on the couch, in the back of Harvey's car. Even a blind person would've seen that it was always the same position - Donna on top. They made it to the point where they finished without one panic attack and eventually Donna let him take her to bed. Still, always with her on top and in all the time they spent together, Harvey did not once go down on her. He tasted her as he licked his fingers clean but he never got the real experience with his mouth directly on her sex. She still struggled to relax when they were in bed together and tonight was one of those nights.

Harvey was horny. Donna wore a black dress with a wide neckline that accented her breasts and collarbones perfectly. And Harvey was horny. When they finished their food Harvey pulled Donna into his side, swinging his arm around her shoulder. She turned her head and gently pressed her lips to his. They kissed long and slow, enjoying the taste. Butterflies spread in Donna's stomach like it was the first time she kissed him. He grabbed her face to deepen the kiss and Donna moved into his lap. She felt his hard dick pressing against her center as they kissed and she let out a sigh. Harvey's hands roamed her body before they settled on her hips, making her grind harder on his crotch. Donna moved so her center touched his thigh directly, causing more friction. He pulled the zipper down and lifted the dress over her head before throwing it to the floor. Donna removed his shirt and belt hastily, needing to touch his skin.

The kiss that followed was intense and hungry and all-consuming. Her hand pressed firm against his chest, just as her mouth was against his lips. Her breasts were flush against his chest now and he thought he might combust any second now. Harvey felt the intense pressure of her boobs against his ribcage and the mind-blowing pressure of her knee against his pulsating length, that she only intensified by rolling her hips into his. Donna's hands went through his hair and to the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Harvey ran his hands down her arms, enjoying the goosebumps his touch created on her skin, before sneaking his hands around her back. He pulled her into his chest and she fell into his embrace. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and Harvey felt her relax. He tightened his hold on her, caught her in her fall. Donna lifted her head and looked at him with eyes full of passion. His eyes were the same black orbs.

"I want to try something." she whispered as she caressed the short hairs in the back of his head.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back, immediately understanding what his girlfriend was talking about.

She nodded and Harvey gathered her in his arms and walked them to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and took off his pants before leaning back down over her. He caressed her face and placed gentle kisses from her lips, over her chin, over her neck and chest to her breasts. Reaching behind her to unclasp the bra he threw it to the floor before taking her breasts into his hands, playing with their weight and gently nipping on the tight buds. Impatient as she was, she reached to grab his cock, pulling down his boxer briefs that Harvey gladly discarded to the floor as well. Harvey now entirely naked hovering over Donna in just her panties. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in as flashbacks hit her. Harvey, by now knowing when Donna had flashbacks, quickly rolled off of her and held her cheeks, forcing Donna to look at him. She calmed down immediately.

"You okay?" he asked and the redhead nodded. Harvey moved back into his original position, hovering over her smaller body, and his knee nudged her legs apart. His knee came in contact with her lace-clad center and both groaned at the feeling - Harvey because he felt her wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her panties and Donna because his knee caused delicious friction. Donna took his length into her hand and swirled her thumb over the head the way Harvey liked it. She pumped him a few times but Harvey moved down her body and she eventually couldn't reach him anymore. He kissed a trail down her stomach to the waistline of her panties. He looked at Donna as he pulled the piece of fabric down, revealing her to him. Harvey had slept with a lot of women in the past but never in his life would he speak of a woman's intimacy as beautiful. But Donna's was beautiful: snug, nicely folded, pink lips and a perfectly trimmed trail of strawberry-blonde hairs over her pubic bone. He used his index fingers to gently part her lips and revealed the small, pink bud. He kissed her pubic hairs and the inside of each thigh as his fingers ran along the edge of her pussy lips.

"Harvey, please." Donna groaned, not wanting to be teased anymore.

"Relax." he joked but before Donna could throw a witty comment at him his tongue snuck out and he ran it through her folds in a long, slow lick. Donna just moaned. Harvey enjoyed the feeling of her soft, wet flesh under his tongue. She tasted like heaven to him. He licked and sucked her clit a few times before he pulled his finger through her wetness. As his finger entered her the pictures came back and Donna jumped.

"Hey, hey, hey… shh… it's okay." Harvey said and gently placed a hand on her leg.

Donna's breathing slowed again and she nodded.

"Are you sure you still want to do this? You can be on top if you want, honey, I don't mind." he said but Donna interrupted him.

"No, no, I'm fine. I want to do this, Harvey." she answered but didn't really sound convincing to Harvey. He pressed her back down and pulled at her legs so her core was in front of his face again.

"You good?" he asked again, wanting to make sure Donna was okay with what was about to happen. She nodded and Harvey kissed her center, eliciting another moan from her. He circled her clit with his tongue and carefully pushed a finger into her pussy.

"You're so wet." he groaned as he pumped his finger in her. When he felt Donna noticeably relaxing he added a second finger and Donna screamed his name. He quickly pulled his fingers out, knowing this was not a scream of pleasure, this was not a scream of pain, this was a scream of fear. The scream he has heard so many times over the past three months.

"It's okay, Donna." he whispered as he moved up to lie next to her. "Look at me. I'm here. It's me, okay? He isn't here, he can't hurt you." Donna nodded and hid her face in his shoulder. "Shh… it's okay." he whispered into her hair as he noticed her quiet sobs and felt a few tears on his bare skin. He held her and waited until the sobs subsided.

"We don't have to do this now, Donna. One step at a time." he smiled at her as she lifted her head to look at him. "Look how far you came today. I was on top of you, naked, that's already a big step, honey. And I went down on you for the first time, that's already great. No pressure, okay? No need to stress yourself. We got all the time in the world. I'm here. I won't leave you."

Donna nodded and rested her head in the crook of his neck again. They stayed in that position for a while, enjoying the silence. She fell asleep like that and Harvey wondered if she would ever be the old, confident Donna he once knew. He was so mad. Mad at the guy that took a part of her soul. And he wondered if Donna would ever get that part of her soul back. Donna told him a lot about her feelings, of the past two years and especially of the past three months. She told him about the repeating images she saw, usually at night time, when she would scream his name for help and he pulled her into a tight hug. She told him what she saw. Harvey. Her bed. A street. Whipped cream. Dirt. A lilac La Perla slip dress. A pink coat. Bangs. Soft curls. Her bedroom. A hotel. Cotton. Pavement. Strawberries. Blood. Gentle kisses. Rough hits. Cries of pleasure. Cries of pain. Her bed. A street. Harvey. Over the course of the past months the images became clearer, whole scenes playing out in her brain. She told him about those. About how she felt on the night it happened. She told him that it was fast and rough, that it hurt because her body wasn't ready. She said that her body wasn't reacting but in the group therapy she went to she heard that some women even had orgasms because their bodies reacted to the happenings. Donna said that she was never one for rough sex so she thinks there was no chance her body could've reacted that way. She told him how she thought he was ripping her apart, how much it hurt when he pulled her panties down with such force and entered her with the same force and when he moved in and out of her body. And Harvey listened. He listened to every single thing she told him. He was glad Donna told him. Although it broke his heart to think about Donna being hurt. He wanted so desperately to turn back time and save her. But he couldn't, so all he could do was be there for her. And he was.

Another few weeks passed. Donna still went to therapy. She learned some exercises they could do to help Donna relax and trust Harvey: Laying on bed with Harvey completely covering her, pressing her against a wall so she couldn't escape and eventually undressing her and touching different parts of her body to watch her reactions. At first the flashbacks came a lot. Harvey over her scared her to death, being trapped between his body and wall made her cry and for a long time she said 'no' to almost every body part. But at some point they got there. Harvey was now able to lay down on Donna, press her into the mattress and she felt comfortable. He was now able to go down on her, use his mouth and finger, one finger, but that's better than nothing he said. She still couldn't let him enter her in this position, still too scared of what happened. But Harvey listened when she said no and she trusted him more and more each day.

A good six weeks later they were sitting on the couch again after dinner. Donna was curled into Harvey's side as they watched the most recent show on the world wide web - Scenes From A Marriage. Donna practically forced Harvey to watch it with her, he would've preferred something less cheesy. But as they got into it Harvey realized that the show wasn't cheesy at all. It was real and honest and so personal. They were almost through the first episode when he felt Donna tense up. He didn't question it further but he sensed something was wrong with her. His suspicions were confirmed when his girlfriend reached for the remote and pressed pause.

"Am I just really misunderstanding the whole concept here?" she said and pointed to the screen. "Like, maybe I got this completely wrong but is it normal for couples to make decisions that involve one's body together? I thought it was 'my body my decision' but Mira looked at Jonathan for reassurance so much. It's like she didn't even think about it. It just seems so rushed to me. I mean this is a tough decision to make and it feels like she didn't think about it enough. I guess that Jonathan has a say in this, obviously, because he's the father, but isn't it in the end her decision? What if she just chose to get an abortion because that's what Jonathan feels like? What if she regrets it? What if years later she wonders what could've been?"

"Donna, is there something you want to tell me?" he asked, worried about where her sudden reaction came from.

She looked away, escaping his burning stare. She felt caught, exposed, she wanted to flee the scene. Eventually she turned back to face Harvey but still not looking into his eyes. She couldn't, she would've broken into tears immediately.

"I… I was pregnant." she mumbled.

"What? When? Was?" Harvey stuttered, very much confused about her confession.

"I was pregnant... after… you know… the incident…"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I… I don't know… I think maybe I thought you wouldn't want me. I killed a baby, Harvey. A human. A life. I killed it."

"Donna…" he whispered and pulled her into his chest. She gladly accepted the warm embrace. "Honey, it wasn't a child. It was a blotch of flesh. A zygote. It had no life, Don. You're not a bad person." Harvey said and gently held her head.

"I… I was terrified. The thought of having a child, his child, was terrifying. When I found out that I was pregnant, him being the father was the only possibility. I… I haven't slept with anyone else around that time. I thought about the baby and imagining the child's face killed me. I could never love that child. I… I made a doctors appointment to get an abortion. I made that decision on my own. And even if I was dating anyone I would've wanted to make that decision by myself. The flashbacks and nightmares were constantly on my mind and I saw myself in that street. I was on the ground, face down, my coat dirty, my underwear pulled down to my knees and I… I don't know how long this went on for, because for me time stood still and reached on into infinity. I could have sworn I was about to die in those moments, I could see it in my mind. I wouldn't want to look at a human being and think of that moment for the rest of my life."

"Donna… I'm so sorry." he said and kissed her forehead.

"Please stop saying that, Harvey. It's neither your fault nor can you change any of what happened. Stop telling me you're sorry for something that isn't your fault." she said and got up from the couch.

"Donna!" Harvey followed her into the bedroom. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm still learning, okay? This isn't easy for me either."

Donna ignored him.

"What are you doing?" he then asked, as he noticed that she was throwing things into a duffel bag.

"I'm staying at my place tonight. I can't be here right now, Harvey. I need space. I'm sorry." she said, tears in her eyes, her voice shaky and weak.

"Donna!" he tried again as she walked off towards the door. But before Harvey knew it, Donna walked out and the door fell shut behind her.