Harvey folded his cards, and watched his chips being pulled into the corner of some over-gratuitous sleazeball on the other side of the poker table. Usually this would annoy him, but tonight he couldn't bring himself to care. He had spent a good twenty minutes searching the gala for Donna after her sudden disappearance. He needed to see her, needed to know if she was okay, needed to hold her again. He conveniently ran into Thomas whilst searching, who had been busy networking at the bar, and Harvey had held in the urge to knock the man on his ass for leaving his girlfriend alone upon the announcement of her dance. He simply clenched his fist, and decided to leave altogether.

Downing his glass of scotch, Harvey vaguely wondered if his drinking was becoming an issue. The warmth of the alcohol was not unlike how Donna felt in his arms earlier; a thought which made him sour and decide against reading into his new habits. He also didn't read into what had transgressed earlier that night. It was what it was.

And what was, was no longer.

Knowing he'd be wasting money if he continued to sit there, Harvey cashed his chips in and glanced at his watch. It was later than he'd realised, as he walked out of the back alley poker club. It was raining gently, and with an upturned face he let it wash away the remnants of the night. His condo was only a three block walk. He wasn't even tipsy, much to his surprise, as much as he wanted to be. He used the walk to whisper an apology in the wind. Donna's name shaping his lips, as he apologised for being the cause of her tears, even if he didn't know why. Actually, he knew exactly why, and he hated himself for it. He knew the lengths of her forgiveness, but he didn't want to be forgiven. He couldn't keep breaking her and calling it love — even if this time, he wasn't planning on a repeat of the past.

Love.

He had known for thirteen years that he loved Donna Paulsen with every cell in his fucking body, and now he had to watch her walk out of his life forever. The woman who had turned her pain into power, and loved with a ferocity he didn't know existed before her. The woman who had never lost her softness despite having every reason to; despite him giving her every reason to. His inability to risk losing her, had ended up driving her away forever.

Fifteen minutes later, he was throwing his keys onto the bench and running a hand over his face as he thought about where he'd stashed his tequila, knowing he'd need something stronger. Opening his eyes, he instantly straightened.

Donna was sitting at his kitchen island, half a bottle of wine in front of her and a glass in her hand. Her eyes were piercing through him. He took her all in, ninety percent sure that he'd truly lost it and started hallucinating. Her crossed legs bare through the slit of her dress and her hair no longer in the updo she'd worn earlier, laying loose over her shoulders.

"Donna," he said, her name coming out more like a prayer than anything else, as he took a step closer.

"Harvey," she replied in a measured way, her voice surprisingly calm and assuring Harvey she was real.

Donna didn't know why she was here, only that when she'd gone to get into the cab with Thomas that evening, she couldn't move. They'd had an argument on the street, after he'd broached the subject of the ring again and Donna didn't have the patience to handle things delicately after the events of the night. She'd muttered an excuse to Thomas, told him it would be best if she stayed at her place, alone, until she'd figured things out. And he'd called another cab for her to head back to her place. But when the driver had asked for an address, she'd given Harvey's. And now, what was probably hours after she'd let herself in with the key she still had — here they were. She noted the droplets of water cascading down his skin, and the soaked jacket and hair.

Harvey didn't speak, he didn't want to risk an argument or her leaving, so he walked to the end cabinet to retrieve his liquor and poured himself a drink in silence. Before taking his first sip he threw his glasses down on the bench and removed his jacket, rolling his sleeves to his elbow. Donna's eyes followed his every move. Finally he looked up, taking a sip and returning her stare, watching her eyes follow the liquid down his throat as he swallowed. With his arms stretched wide and supporting his weight, he leaned on the counter and let his head fall.

"I'm sorry," he finally said quietly.

"Are you?" she spat back with a scoff. The sudden shift from a sense of calm into scathing anger caught him off guard as his head snapped back up.

"Of course I am, I never meant to… I never— ," Harvey stuttered, grasping for the words to steer them away from the cliff's edge, before pressing them together in frustration.

"Never meant to what, Harvey?" she replied, standing. She felt the frustration boil over, surprising even herself. She didn't know what she was going to say when she saw him, but this definitely wasn't it. The sight of him though, triggered all her suppressed rage at the situation to rise to the surface. Too many months had passed with nothing said. Too many months had passed filled with awkward silences and empty conversation.

Too many months had passed without him.

Her body was on fire, and she slammed her glass down on the table. Standing and turning away, she ran her hands through her hair to push it back from her face, struggling to force oxygen into her lungs.

"Donna, plea—," she heard him plead, and felt his fingertips gently brush the skin between her shoulder blades.

"No Harvey!" she yelled, spinning around and slapping his hand off of her and stepping towards him.

"You don't get to touch me, you don't get to come back into my world and fuck everything up just when I'm on the cusp of moving on. And then walk out again saying stupid shit like I never meant to," she shouted, forcing her finger into his chest to punctuate the end of every sentence, each one sending him a step back.

"You don't get to make me… feel. And then fall back into the same old silence and run away, for fuck's sake. I've heard it all before Harvey, and I—," her voice broke on that last syllable, and her hand flattened on his chest.

I can't, was what was supposed to come out. But her breath was rapidly escaping her and the room was closing in. She let the solidity of his chest ground her, scared if she continued, she'd find herself passing out on the floor of his apartment from hyperventilation.

Harvey lifted his hand and rested it over hers, feeling the heavy rise and fall of his chest beneath her soft hand. He felt the moment all of the fight left her body, her fingers spreading out across his shirt and her head falling forward. Waves of vibrant red fell in a curtain around her face and a whimper escaped her throat.

They stood that way for a long minute, breathing each other in, neither moving a muscle. He tested the waters by letting his fingers caress the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. When she didn't react, he took his other hand and placed a finger under her chin, slowly tilting her head up to face him. His heart broke when he saw her eyes glistening with unshed tears for the second time that night.

"I'm not going anywhere, Donna," he heard himself say. Summoning whatever courage was left in him, he took her hand that was on his chest and slid it up to cup his face under his own, drawing her in closer. Their faces were inches apart, breathing the same air. Donna felt herself leaning into his touch. Confusion and pain clouded her features as she felt her eyes falling shut.

"I'm right here," he finished. She felt the hand under her chin move to rest on her neck.

Donna gasped and stepped back, ripping her hand from beneath his and pushing him away. Her earlier sentiment returned as she started whispering,

"I— I can't—," she stuttered, pushing past him to the direction of the front door. Her hands came up to her neck and wrapped around the diamonds that suddenly felt like a collar. His touch had sent her mind reeling back to the expensive jewels wrapped around her throat like a vice. The jewels had been growing heavier and heavier throughout the course of the night, and she suddenly found herself unable to breathe under the weight of them.

"I— I can't breathe!" she finally forced out, forcing her fingers under the necklace and pulling as hard as she could. It shattered into fragments, and the sound of diamonds scattering across the floor ricocheted off the walls of the condo. Taking a deep breath, she found herself being able to stand taller without them. Without needing to turn around, she felt Harvey's presence coming closer behind her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what—," she started to say, suddenly embarrassed by her outburst.

"You don't need to say anything, Donna," Harvey interrupted, in the soft spoken voice reserved only for her, with an undertone of complete understanding.

Donna distantly noted she'd now heard that for the second time that night, but this time heard truth in the statement. She turned slowly, searching his eyes for something to use as a defence against the emotions setting her nerve-endings alight. Something to fuel the anger that was quickly dissipating into desire. Anything to stop the urge to close the space between them and take him in her arms. But the truth was she didn't know how to be angry with him. She'd seen every broken and fractured fragment that made up the sum of his soul. She'd seen the scars that had been carved into his body during his youth, and the blood he'd bled for the people in his life that he loved. The blood he'd bled for her. He was beautiful — every maddening inch of him.

Harvey saw the shift in her gaze as she took him in. The blood that was rushing through his body dropped south as her pupils dilated and lips parted. She was the picture of perfection; hair messy from running her hands through it, with her chest heaving, pulling the silk of her dress taut across her breasts. Her eyes dark with desire as she drank him in. He briefly thought of Thomas, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was tired of pretending she wasn't the axis in which his universe revolved on. Tired of pretending she hadn't ruined him for anyone else. He couldn't separate himself from her, she was too well entangled in his soul. He needed her.

He took three steps forward, and felt her breath on his face as he leaned in close. He needed her to hear him, needed her to see him.

"It's always been you, Donna, and it always will be."

Donna trembled at his words and within an instant closed the last of the space between them. She pressed her body to his and sealed their lips together, his hands flying up and threading themselves in her hair. The feeling of his tongue begging for immediate entrance forced a moan from her throat, and she met it with her own in response. His teeth bit down gently on her lower lip, and she clutched the back of his shirt, needing something to hold onto as his tongue rejoined hers. She dropped her hands to his ass and ground their hips together, seeking relief from the agonising intensity of the desire that had been building all night. Harvey groaned and pulled her hair roughly to expose the skin of her neck. He let his teeth graze her skin before sucking on the sensitive spot beneath her ear, then taking her earlobe into the heat of his mouth.

The feeling of his tongue and sound of his ragged breath on her ear drove Donna insane as they consumed each other. Needing more, she pulled back from him and saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen before, but that she instantly recognised as raw, almost primal desire. His mouth opened as if to say something but his question died in his throat as Donna began walking him backwards, her hands working at his belt buckle. Resuming their kiss, he felt the button open, the zip being undone, and his belt coming off in one sharp pull. Donna bit her lip when her knuckles grazed his hard length that strained against his briefs. The sheer size of him was still crystal clear in her memory, despite only ever sharing one night together, and her insides clenched in anticipation. A decade's worth of pent up desperation for one another was seeping through their pores.

As soon as he heard the leather belt hit the ground, his hands pushed hers aside so he could run his down the sides of her waist. He squeezed her thighs with want, before bundling her dress at her hips as Donna continued walking him backwards. Donna had moved her mouth to his neck in the process, biting gently before soothing it with her tongue. Her nails sunk into his forearms, as he felt for her thong before ripping it off her body with a firm tug. The vibrations of her moan rippled over his throat as the material lay forgotten next to his belt. He noticed it was already soaked through. Donna felt the cold air hit her wet centre, and goosebumps formed over her skin as she brought their lips back together. The arousal she felt was bordering on painful. Thirteen years of foreplay was enough, she mused, she needed him inside of her. Now.

Harvey knew the wall was right behind him, and could intuit her needs. He also knew if he wasn't inside of her within the next five seconds, he'd combust from repressed need. He didn't need to ask for permission, and she didn't need to beg. In one smooth motion; he pushed his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock, wrapped an arm around her waist and spun them around. He slammed her up against the wall, her thighs coming to rest on his hips.

"Harvey," Donna gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head, as she felt him bottom out in one single, hard, incredible thrust.

"Fuck, Donna," she heard him groan into her neck, his breath hot and heavy on her skin. He felt her high heels pressing into the backs of his thighs and held her waist tighter as her wetness rhythmically pulsed around his cock, adjusting to his presence. Both of their brains short-circuited as acute waves of pure pleasure ripped through their bodies at his initial thrust. Donna finally opened her eyes, only to find him staring back at her. Their eyes were glazed over with looks of pure unadulterated awe, both knowing the feeling to be that of finally coming home. Adjusting to his size and needing more, she leaned in, taking his lips once again.

"Please, Harvey," she whispered in between kisses, and felt as he instantly withdrew and slid into her once more. This pushed another whimper out of her, savouring every inch of him as he sunk into her again. Her arms held tight to his shoulders and the tender moment fell away immediately, replaced with urgency, as they both began to lose themselves in each other. Harvey's head fell into the crook of her neck as his pace increased. Donna dug her nails into his back while he continued slamming into her; this time he left no time for her to adjust. He rubbed against her clit with every powerful stroke. Her legs began to shake and she whimpered from the excruciating pleasure. She knew there'd be marks on her skin tomorrow, but this only heightened her excitement. With one hand under her thigh, he brought his other off the wall and to the back of her neck for leverage, forcing himself deeper inside of her. Her cries filled the room and Harvey was surprised as he felt the telltale signs that she was close.

"Look at me," he demanded in a raspy voice, as he continued to move inside of her. She looked into his eyes as he lovingly said,

"Let go for me, Donna."

The sound of his voice and gentle demand was an ungodly contrast against the way he was fucking her. And that eroticism was all it took to send her over the edge, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she screamed his name. Her walls pulsated around him, and a sudden chain of expletives mixed with moans escaped Harvey's mouth as she rode her orgasm out on his cock.

"Oh god, Harvey," she cried, her choked sobs filling the room. Her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, as if she were holding on for dear life. He knew he was, slowing his thrusts as he felt her coming down from her high. Nothing could ever compare to how good she felt; he suddenly didn't know how he'd gone thirteen years without being able to make love to her every single day.

He took his hand and cupped the side of her face, still pumping in and out slowly as she recovered. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure when she finally looked at him again, but also held a trace of shyness at the fact she had come almost instantly. Donna hadn't experienced an orgasm that intense, or that quickly, well, ever. He couldn't help but smirk a little upon seeing that, which was met with her lightly smacking his chest and rolling her eyes. As payback, she tightened the muscles around the cock that was still sliding in and out of her at a leisurely pace, which tore a growl from Harvey's throat. He was trying to remain in control but the pleasure winding tight in his stomach begged for more of her. He brought his thumb to trace her bottom lip as he tried to say everything he wanted to with his eyes. Fuck it, he thought, I'll show her.

Without breaking eye contact, he began his rhythm again, this time just as hard but not quite as fast. She felt the delicious stretch again as he changed his angle slightly, and captured her lips with his own. Her hands left his back and entangled themselves in his hair, holding her forehead to his as the sound of their combined pleasure filled the room. With every thrust, he made sure to withdraw almost completely before sliding back home. She could feel the muscles along his hips and ass rippling with tension against her thighs. She let her high heels fall to the ground so she could wrap herself tighter around him, wanting to feel every inch of his body as his speed increased. With his heavy breaths against her lips, her cries grew louder as the sight and feel of him pouring himself into her signalled the climax that had already begun to build in her again.

Her eyes slammed shut, unable to handle the rush of ecstasy. She felt his body shudder, and he held her impossibly tighter. The timing of his thrusts grew more sporadic and Donna knew he was about to finish. Wanting to feel all of him when he did, she used her legs to pull him as deeply into her as she could with every thrust; letting him know exactly what she wanted before she began to fall over the edge. She screamed his name as she did, squeezing around him and Harvey felt himself snap as his vision went white. After a few more seconds, he finished with one final, hard thrust, spilling inside of her as her body continued to vibrate with the last of her orgasm. Donna gasped when she felt him filling the deepest parts of her while moaning her name. The muscle spasms that wracked his body travelled through her deliciously, as he continued to thrust slowly, milking the last of his orgasm.

They slowly came to a stop, both gasping for breath. Donna ran her fingers through his hair tenderly, as he left little kisses up the side of her jaw, before finding her lips. They smiled into each other's mouths as they kissed, simultaneously in disbelief and overwhelmed by the purest of loves. Pulling away, and taking a moment to bask in their connection, they saw forever in each other's eyes.

"I love you, Harvey Specter." Donna whispered.

"And I love you, Donna Paulsen," Harvey whispered back.

Everything, in time.