It's at 3 in the morning when Donna jolts up hearing Harvey's desperate calls of her name. He's sweating heavily and constantly mumbling some other ambiguous words, but what she's sure of is that he's certainly having a nightmare.
He's been stressed and on his nerves these whole last two weeks, having Faye belittling Donna's work and threatening her position, despite her constant assurance that she's a big girl and she can take care of it, he's been not that obvious, but to her, clearly on the edge. But she never thought that could bring him to sleep problems or even worse, nightmares.
But she realizes, once she wakes him up and brings him to a kind of calmer state, that with Harvey, whenever she's involved, everything is never off the table, and that's what he tells her after being able to catch a bit of breath. She's his biggest strength, but at the same time, she is his biggest weakness, but he wouldn't take it any other way.
It's with a certain silence and an almost-called cling to her that he gets brought to calmer shores, and she decides to hold him close to her through the night, bringing his back to her chest and clutching at his. She'd sometimes play with her fingers on his muscles or lightly caress his arms or sides.
After a few silent minutes, she begins to notice much calmer breaths and her mind wanders off to another distant place before she notices something strange but kinda amusing about him, and she smiles wickedly.
"Harvey?"
"What?" he mumbles
"You okay?"
"Hm"
Despite his almost absent demeanor, she laughs and he frowns at her sound.
"What?"
"Nothing,it's just.. I never thought you'd be able to go from having nightmares to horny so fast"
He feels his neck flush, getting hot in a fraction of time, and he feels like a little kid getting busted by his mom hand in the jar of cookies.
"What?!" He turns his head abruptly to her direction, and acts as ignorant as he can. But she just pushes his head back and chuckles a bit more, and that's when he knows it's already too late. He sighs.
"Fuck…"
"What?"
"Nothing," he utters but she's not convinced at all
"Harvey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just... Nevermind"
"Harvey," she says his name in that sweet manner of hers and it just rings in his heart, "I wanna know"
It's already out there, might as well just tell her after all.
"It's really stupid... It's just that your touch makes me feel.." he pauses, looking for the right word but there isn't any, because how can he express it all?
"... Things. All the time. I guess the novelty of it all, something to do with that…"
She realizes how much emotional and therefore physical impact she has on him. And she's gobsmacked. But in a good way. And she has some ideas because she is really liking what he's telling her right now.
"What, you mean that this makes you feel things?"
She brushes his abs with the tip of her fingers.
"Donna…"
"How about this ?" She whispers hotly in his ear as she passes her hand lightly by the strong muscle of his thigh and he groans, not sure if it's because of her melting touch or her hot breath that sends tingles across his body. Probably a good combination of both.
"And this?" She whispers, "Does this make you feel good?"
She pats his buttcheek sensationally and his dick jolts violently in the confines of his boxers.
An uncontrollable moan runs out of his mouth and it's surely less about the act itself and more about sweet Donna teasing him so lovingly. She just makes him lose his fucking mind.
His eyes tightly closed, he feels her delicate fingers now lightly stroking him from behind and he couldn't dare imagine the sensations that procured because damn it feels way good.
"Ugh, Do-"
"What?"
She keeps laying feather light touches on his clothed boner.
"What's wrong honey?" Her sultry and low voice makes it even harder to not lose it and it's when she slides his briefs a bit lower to fully capture him between her fingers that he buries his face in his pillow and lets himself get carried away by the kind strokes of hers.
A muffled whimper.
A groan.
A moan.
And she keeps sliding her tongue across his earlobe, making the tease last longer and him melt in her arms.
The pressure around his shaft feels tighter and stronger with every stroke and he feels her lips laying sweet light kisses on the name of his neck, almost opposite to the purposeful strokes that's bringing him time after time to the edge of sanity.
"You like how this feels? Yeah?"
"Yeah", he's out of breath, absent-mindedly thrusting into her fist. The friction is crazy and his voice is pure need and surrender, moans spilling like honey and her mouth waters at the thought of him soon spilling across his stomach.
"You're not gonna come before I tell you, will you now?"
"Uhu," he chokes
"Yeah?"
Her fucking sultry voice…
"Yeah," his voice is as sultry as hers now and she purses her lips because damn her if she's not enjoying this, making the mighty Harvey Specter a molten toy between her hands. It makes her feel important and his one and only. (And she is)
She keeps quiet for a few seconds to make him freak out before she utters the magic words
"Come on baby, come"
"Ugh.."
"Come"
Knots of hot semen come bursting out and against his stomach and between her fingers, and a satisfied sigh after a long catch of breath comes running out of his lungs.
She squeals the second he turns around and unleashes his whole body around hers. It's light and childish and their bedroom just gets overwhelmed with her giggles. He just keeps attacking her with kisses and she nor he can't believe how happy and carefree they make each other.
A deep long stare into each other's eyes once the playfulness subsides.
"You're perfect, you know that?" His voice is soft and loving, and her mouth just hurts from how much she's smiling.
"And you're an 18 year old who gets hard whenever a girl touches his arm," she giggles and he laughs because damn it if she's not also his best friend and she's not gonna make him suffer for it, even if deep down, he just as much as she knows, they're as mad as they are about each other. And they wouldn't take it any other way.