Chapter 2: Dancing with Your Ghost
June 26, 2019 (a month after moving day)
Seattle
Stepping out onto the sidewalk she thanks the driver before turning into the large glass building that Thomas' office was situated in. She and Thomas had been living in Seattle a little over a month and since moving had established a weekly lunch date on Tuesday's. Though they worked for the same company, Donna worked in a building a few blocks from where Thomas' office was, a small detail that she appreciated more than she would ever admit to him.
It had been nearly a month since they'd left the city and things between them had been progressing quickly. They lived together, as expected, but she had yet to tell him she loved him - something she knew he was waiting to hear. She'd settled into her new role at his company well and, slowly but surely the city was growing on her, but it just wasn't home.
No amount of double dates with Mike and Rachel, no closet purge and shopping spree, could replace the Manhattan sized whole in her heart, or erase the horrendous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She greets the man at the reception desk and he nods at her with a small "Morning Ms. Paulsen." She steps into the elevator and presses the button for the 32nd floor, smoothing her pale grey pencil skirt as the doors begin to close. Thomas greets her in the lobby, instinctively reaching for her waist as he places a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I was just headed downstairs to meet you. Are you ready to go?" he asks.
"I am, I just have to drop these files off with Cynthia, can I meet you in the lobby?"
"Sounds good," he replies, watching as she begins towards Cynthia's office.
After dropping off some paper work with one of the junior members, she heads back in the direction of the elevators, only pausing to fish her phone out of her bag when she hears it beep. Initially, she thinks it must be Thomas telling her he'd gone ahead and called the driver and was waiting in the car, but the name flashing across her screen makes her heart skip a beat.
Harvey: I know it's been a while and we haven't talked since you left but I'm in town tonight and I was hoping I could see you.
Harvey: Only if you want to...
She stares at the screen, reading and re-reading his messages before the words finally begin to sink in.
He was here in Seattle, and he wanted to see her.
She'd been doing really well lately, only thinking about Harvey on rare occasions when something that reminded her of him came up. She didn't dream about him anymore, didn't think about him in the shower and she stopped re-playing their latest "almost moment" a week after they'd moved into the new apartment.
And now, the way her stomach lurched and her heart raced just looking at his name, she felt like she was back to square one.
Maybe if she just saw him, if they just had it out one last time she could finally put the "Harvey" chapter of her life behind her. She could finally love Thomas the way she wanted to, the way he deserved to be loved.
Her thumb hovers over the keyboard as she contemplates.
Did she want to see him?
The better question was, was she ready to see him?
Harvey had always been her weakness. Her blind spot. When it came to him, she was unable to separate matters of the heart from logic and somehow she always ended up getting hurt.
Things were going well with her and Thomas, her life was moving forward, did she really want to chance taking one step forwards and two back?
She steps into the elevator with a furrowed brow and a confused frown, hand still hovering over her keyboard.
She takes two steps towards the back wall, pauses as she hums to herself and then turns back around and paces towards the door.
This was a bad idea.
No good could come of seeing him again.
She was most certainly over him. But, if that was the case, then what was the problem?
God. Even just seeing his name come up had her worked into a frazzled frenzy.
She was and always would be a mess for Harvey Specter. For all the things she loved about herself when Harvey was around, his ability to turn her into a chaotic wreck was the one trait she despised.
With a tiny ding, the elevator reached the ground floor and she hits the send button before stepping off the elevator to go and find Thomas.
Screw it, she thinks to herself as she sashays into the building lobby.
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He smiles when his phone lights up on the desk, placed mere inches from his palm where he placed it face up after deciding to shoot his shot and message her.
He felt downright giddy seeing her name flash across his screen, that feeling you get deep in the pit of your stomach only a handful of times in life; when you hit your first ever home run, showing up to school on a Monday morning wearing brand new sneakers that the twelve year old version of yourself is immensely proud of, the day you find out you passed the bar.
He reaches for the phone and unlocks it in one swift motion, reading her message a few times before he allows himself to settle into the hotel room bed with a smile.
Donna: Where should I meet you?
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June 26, 2019
8pm - Seattle
Leaning back on the bar stool, he nervously glances around the dimly lit hotel bar that was littered with several young couples out for a night cap.
The bar had a rustic feel to it, accented with hues of deep orange and maroon, it reminded him of an old jazz club his father once played at.
He motions to the bartender and soon he's gifted with a neat glass of amber liquid, liquid courage, as it was needed for tonight. He straightens his tie as he waits and fiddles with the cuff links on his sleeves. He can't believe he did this. That he actually asked her to meet him.
What's even more unbelievable was the fact that she'd agreed.
The last time he saw Donna she was livid. She told him to leave her to start her new life and that she wanted nothing to do with him, and for the entire past month, he followed her orders. Though it killed him to not talk to her, tell her about his day, new cases and clients, to not hear about her day or the crazy new thing her mother had gotten up to, he respected her wish and kept his distance.
That is until one quick phone call with Mike convinced him that reaching out to her wasn't the worst thing he could do.
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June 24, 2019
Manhattan
"Are you going to call Donna?"
"Why would I call Donna?" Harvey asks into the receiver as he swivels around in his desk chair to face the glowing city lights.
"Harvey."
"Mike."
"I don't know what happened between the two of you, but I do know that she misses you."
"She doesn't, believe me," he sighs, knowing just how true his statement was.
"She does. Just send her a message. Talk to her."
"We'll see," Harvey answers, his voice seemingly hundreds of miles away.
"And Harvey, if you're only in town for the night, I wouldn't be mad if you cancelled on me to see Donna."
"I doubt she would want to see me."
"If you never try you'll never know, right?"
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June 26, 2019
8pm - Seattle
That goddamn kid. How he let him talk him into sending her a message, he'll never know. He supposes Mike was the final push he needed. He wanted to reach out to Donna, he just wasn't sure if it was crazy to try, if she'd moved on and was happy with the life she started without him.
Now here he was, waiting for her at the hotel bar in his lucky suit jacket. Picking nervously at his sleeves and hoping that tonight would go well, that maybe they could go back to being some type of friends; back to normal.
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June 26, 2019
1pm- Seattle
She finds Thomas waiting for her in the lobby and links her arm through his as they head to lunch. He asks about her morning and she fills him in on all the details that anyone else would find a bore, but he listens intently to every word she says.
They settle down for lunch and he orders them each a glass of water while they browse the menu, Donna settling on her favourite type of wrap and Thomas on a smoked meat sandwich.
"Harvey sent me a message," she says out of nowhere.
"Oh?"
"He's in town, he wanted to grab a drink," she explains, her palms trembling beneath the table.
She knew she should tell Thomas about Harvey being in town, but she wasn't sure why telling him felt dirty. Like she was exposing the fact she'd spent countless nights wondering what he was doing back in Manhattan.
"That's great, you should go," he says.
"I should?"
"Why wouldn't you? He was a huge part of your life, you two were such good friends. I'm not sure what happened back in Manhattan to make you stop talking to him…"
"You noticed that?"
"Of course I noticed Donna, you don't just stop talking to someone out of the blue for no reason."
"Thomas, you need to know nothing happened…"
"Donna, stop. I don't need to know. I trust you. Besides, you're here, aren't you?"
"So you think I should see him?"
"I don't want you to isolate yourself from the people who helped shape you into the woman I fell in love with."
"Thomas…"
She considers telling him she loves him too, but she isn't quite there yet and she promised she wouldn't tell him until she meant it.
She reaches for his hand and gives his palm a gentle squeeze while flashing him a timid smile.
"Go. See him. Put whatever it was that happened between you two behind you so you can finally move past it and be happy."
"How are you so wise?" She smiles as he runs his thumb over the back of her hand.
The waiter interrupts with their food before he can reply and they settle into a casual conversation about their upcoming weekend plans.
She barely touches her food, her stomach consumed with guilt. Thomas was such a good man, but her unresolved issues with Harvey were preventing her from caring about him the way she should.
She was going to go and see him tonight and they were going to put this behind them once and for all.
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June 26, 2019
8pm - Seattle
She spots him at the bar and her chest tightens. His sandy blonde hair tousled, his cream dress shirt clinging to his chiselled arms. Watching him from across the room she begins to wonder if he'd always looked so good or if her mind was playing games with her after not having seen him for just over a month.
She loathes this.
How her heart rate picks up at the sight of him. The blush that she knows has settled over her cheeks. The way she's felt more in these five seconds since seeing Harvey at the bar than in five months of being with Thomas.
She loathes herself for allowing the sight of him to make her feel alive.
Steadying her shaky breath, she forces herself to seem put together as she begins to cross the bar towards him. This was it, she was about to make her peace with him and move on for good.
He senses her come in. He's not sure how, but he'd always had a sixth sense when it came to Donna.
He turns and spots her on the opposite end of the dimly lit bar, copper curls cascaded over her exposed shoulder, covering the freckles he knows litter her skin beneath it. She's wearing a simple black silk dress that falls just above the knee and has a thin strap and his gaze settles on the way her hips sway from side to side and how her tongue peaks out to moisten her crimson lips as she crossed the marble floor towards him.
She stops just shy of where he's seated, watching as he watches her with a small amused smirk.
"Harvey," she greets, claiming the bar stool next to him by gently tossing her bag onto the granite countertop he was leaning on.
He tries desperately to remain causal but the mere sight of her undoes something inside his mind and he momentarily forgets where he is.
"Donna," he fires back in a tone he reserves strictly for her.
"How are you?" She asks, motioning for the bartender and not daring to look him directly in the eye.
"Better now," he breathes and he watches as her elbow slips slightly off the counters edge and she falters with his spoken word.
She hadn't expected him to be so blunt. The Harvey Specter she knew was often discrete when it came to flirtatious matters, the man in front of her was anything but.
With his boyish grin and his tousled hair, shoulders relaxed, he almost looked like a new man. Only he had the same chocolate eyes she never allowed herself to get lost in, an air of arrogance that should revolt her but it only piques her interest and his entire demeanour still screamed best closer in the city.
He was still her Harvey, only he'd never truly been her Harvey, and sitting here across from him like this, after not having heard from him in just over a month she realized that maybe she'd always been under the false impression that he was, in some sense of the word, hers.
He was always the one that was just there. And now that the day had come when he wasn't, she was beginning to realize how much she'd grown to depend on him over the years; that their companionship was a critical component of her life that helped her to become who she was.
Maybe that was why trying to cut him out had been so hard. He was so ingrained in everything she'd become, everything that she was. Detangling him from her web was not going to be simple or come easily, this she now realized. Saying goodbye to a man like Harvey, who had gone from being a stranger to being her right hand, was going to be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.
But she had no doubt it was what needed to be done.
"Cute," she teases, though she's not sure where she finds the heart to play along with his joke.
It comes naturally, she supposes, the quick witted rapport and the way she always finds herself succumbing to his charm. It's one of the things she finds most endearing about him, the boyish charm he manages to pull off so well for a grown man. But, it's also one of the things she hates most about herself, her ability to fall for it in a matter of milliseconds.
"How have you been Donna?" He asks, turning towards her with a timid look on his face, the playfulness of the prior moment long gone.
She contemplates telling him she misses the city but the thought is fleeting and she knows it would be best to tell him what she'd rehearsed in her head a hundred times on her way over, she was doing well, she liked her new job, Seattle was great, as was Thomas.
She turns towards him, angling her body between his and the bar in a shy way that he isn't used to seeing and he can tell, she's nervous. He waits for a response and suddenly his blood runs cold.
He had no idea what he expected to gain from this evening, but one thing he knows is that he can't leave here on bad terms with her; he needs her in his life in some shape or form.
Ideally, he would stand up and tell her he was a complete and utter fool for letting her go because he loved her. But he knew he couldn't do that to her, not when she was happy with someone else. She deserved better than him. Better than a man who lets the women he loves walk out of his life without putting up a fight.
"I've been… adjusting," she finally answers and he can tell her words are truthful.
"It's a lot," she admits, letting out the breath she'd been subconsciously holding in since taking her seat.
"But Thomas has been great, really helpful and the company is great."
"Great," he parrots, cringing at the mention of Kessler.
"What about you? How are things…" she stops herself before she can say back home, "in the city?"
"Same old same old. Louis has been up to his old tricks, messing with the new associates and raining hell on the ones who need to be put into place. Nothing ever really changes," he shrugs, quickly downing the contents of his scotch glass and motioning for another.
She follows his lead and finishes the drink that had been placed in front of her by the bartender, motioning for a second as well.
"I guess nothing really does change," she mumbles in agreement.
"Well, some things change," he cocks an eyebrow slightly and steals a glance of her.
"Do you miss the city?" He dares to ask but before she has a chance to answer the bartender returns and places two new glasses in front of them.
They share a brief knowing glance before swiftly downing the contents and motioning for a third.
"Sometimes," she admits with a sigh, "I think I miss the life I had there a bit more than the city itself."
"You're missed," he says softly, her eyes growing wide, breath hitching as his hand falls dangerously close to where hers is resting on the bar, pinky itching to be touched.
"By everyone at the firm I mean," he adds, but the tension that's made the air in the room grow thick and sticky doesn't slip away. Instead, it's amplified as his smallest finger gently brushes against hers, a jolt rushing through her.
"Right, well I miss everyone at the firm."
He has no idea what's come over him, but an all consuming need to touch her is pulsing through him and he can't catch his breath or even remember what it feels like to breathe.
Did she miss him? And if she did, what did that mean? You could miss your friends, hell, you could miss your colleagues even. He knows he's being irrational, but the thought of her missing him picks up his pulse and he panics.
He excuses himself and finds the nearest men's room where he splashes himself in the face with the cool water running from the tap and does his best to steady his breathing.
This was Donna for god's sake. The same Donna he spent countless late nights with on the floor of his office eating that shitty Thai food she loved so much. The same women who helped him with his holiday shopping each year and reminded him to call Marcus on his birthday. She'd seen every up and down, every weakness. He had no need to be nervous now. It was Donna. His Donna.
He grabs both sides of the sink and stares into his reflection, whispering a few words of encouragement to himself before rejoining her at the bar.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Donna does her best to try and figure out what just happened between them, but she's drawing a blank. She wasn't sure if she was acting weird or Harvey was, maybe it was a combination but either way, this was not them. They didn't tip toe around one another. They'd always been the type of friends that were able to tell each other the hard truths and she doesn't see why that should stop now, why they couldn't keep being the Harvey and Donna that they once were in Manhattan.
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May 31, 2019
Manhattan
She'd noticed him as soon as he entered, something of a sixth sense she'd developed towards him. She and Thomas had been making the rounds saying goodbye to everyone when he stepped off the elevator and she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye.
After excusing herself to pack up the few items that remained in her office, she leaves Thomas to the party crowd and begins her way down the corridor of the 50th floor.
She stops just outside of his office, peering in as she runs her fingers along the surface of her former desk and sits in her old chair.
This is where it all began.
Well, technically it had begun at the DA's office, but this desk, this firm, this is where she'd made a name for herself.
There was a time in her life when she resented her decision to follow him to Pearson Hardman; back when she thought maybe they could have been something if she'd declined to come and work for him.
She knows now that that isn't true.
He wasn't ready back then, nor was he ready now and she was doubtful that he ever would be ready in the capacity she needed him to be.
She knows now that taking that job changed her life, that she wouldn't be where she was today without it. And for that, she is thankful.
Leaning back in her chair, she closes her eyes for a moment, thinking back on all the incredible memories she was about to walk away from.
The first trial Harvey won.
The day he became a name partner.
The first and last time they used the can opener.
The day she was promoted to COO.
These four walls had watched her grow from a hopeful young actress who was undoubtedly in love with her boss to a professional COO (who was still smitten with her former boss, but she hid it better).
She gets up from her former desk and saunters into his office, trailing her fingers along the edges of his desk, the very place she'd left her resignation letter last year.
They'd been through so much, but they'd been through it all together.
Mike facing prison, Jessica leaving.
She'd been by his side as the firm saw name change after name change, and he'd been by hers.
She takes one finally look around his office and says a mental goodbye, thanking it for the years chalked full of pleasant memories.
For as wonderful as the memories were, it was time to make new ones; it was time to stop holding out hope and move on.
They couldn't be the Harvey and Donna that spent late nights working on his office floor anymore. They couldn't be the pair that spent every waking hour at the office together. It had become too painful, and she couldn't keep convincing herself she was okay with the relationship they had when she knew she wanted more.
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June 26, 2019
Hotel Bar - Seattle
Harvey rejoins her moments later, sliding back into his seat with a smile before shaking his head slightly and laughing.
"What?" She asks, amused by his sudden change in attitude.
"Nothing it's just, this isn't us. We're not awkward or tense like this. Look, Donna, I know last time we saw each other we didn't exactly leave things on a smooth note, but I would really like a chance to move past that and enjoy tonight."
"I'd like that too," she says.
"Great then we're leaving all the awkward behind us?"
"Consider it gone," she smiles.
She knows it's naive, to just pretend that everything is water under the bridge for the sake of enjoying the next few hours, but as soon as he suggests it she knows it's exactly what she needs. Just a few hours just like old times.
It's as though with Harvey's suggestion all the pressure of the evening is magically whisked away and the pair soon find themselves in a corner booth nursing their fourth drinks while Harvey tells a story about Louis and Harold from a few years back.
She can't remember having ever felt this light since moving to Seattle. Sitting beneath the orange-tinted light fixture in the corner of a hotel bar, laughing at the story Harvey is telling, she can hardly remember why she was upset with him.
Everything came naturally when it came to the two of them. She never felt their conversation was forced, and amazingly enough it never seemed to bore her or come to an end. They talked about the new Star Wars movie that Harvey had recently seen and she listened as he went on about the faults of the film and why the originals would always be better. She filled him in on Mike and Rachel's lives and about all the time she'd spent with Rachel since moving to the city.
"Is your new office nicer than your old one?" He asks as they begin to talk about some of her new responsibilities in her new role.
"Hmm, that depends," she smirks.
"On?"
"Well the new one is nice, has a lovely view of the city and it is bigger but…"
"It doesn't have me," he winks, the cocky attitude he once sported as a young lawyer slipping through his new manly facade.
"It doesn't have you," she repeats, catching him off guard.
At some point a little before midnight, she finds herself seated almost directly next to Harvey, her knee brushing against his beneath the table as they laugh about that god awful dinner party and how her mother's horrible new boyfriend thought they were an item.
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September 24, 2007
Manhattan
"Doooonnaaa!" Her mom calls into the kitchen where she and Harvey were hiding out and snacking on chips and wine.
"Yes mom?" She calls back, gleefully swinging her legs beneath her, her seat on the counter next to where Harvey was standing making them nearly equal in height.
"Will you two be joining us sometime soon?"
"We'll be right out Mrs. Paulsen," Harvey replies, earning him a playful smack in the chest from Donna.
"I don't want to go back out there, I can't stand that guy," she whines, taking a massive sip of her overfilled wine glass.
"He's not that bad."
"You're only saying that because he's a Yankees fan and he complimented your career choices."
"It's not my fault the man has excellent taste," he says, tossing his arms up dramatically before reaching over her lap to steal a chip.
"I invited you to this thing so you could be my buffer, so please when we go back out there, do your job!"
"You're not the boss of—" he begins to protest just as she misjudges her leap down off the counter and stumbles face first into his chest.
"Oh sorry, am I interrupting?" Her mom's boyfriend, whose name she can't be bothered to remember, asks as he strolls into the kitchen.
"Your mother asked me to have you grab more napkins."
"Right," Donna blushes as she steps away from Harvey and retrieves extra napkins.
"Buffer," she hisses at Harvey as the two of them follow the older man out into the dining room, purposefully ignoring the weird charged energy between them after their collision.
As dinner begins, Donna tells her mother's new suitor about her role as Harvey's secretary before her mother fills her in on their recent trip to the Cayman Islands.
All goes smoothly until dinner is winding down and Harvey is asked how long he and Donna had been together and he nearly chokes on the piece of shrimp he's eating, sending it flying across the room and into Donna's mother's hair; something only he and Donna seem to notice.
"Oh, we're not together, we're just friends," he explains, doing his best to keep a straight face as he watches the pale pink fish in Mrs. Paulsen's red updo.
"You know, your father and I were just friends once," her mom winks and Donna groans.
Donna manages to keep it together for the rest of the conversation but Harvey has to fake a few unsubtle coughs to cover up his laughter. Once the pair manage to escape to the kitchen once again, they burst into a fit of laughter, Harvey doubling over as tears stream down Donna's face.
Neither is sure if they're still laughing about the unnoticed piece of shrimp, the fact that someone thought they were an item or the entire dinner party situation but they laugh until neither of them can breathe, and it feels good.
When she finally manages to catch her breath, she moves to lean against the counter beside him and peers up at him, "can you believe…"
"Nope. I really can't—"
He isn't sure if he's answering a question about the shrimp or relationship, but either way he knows that no is the correct answer.
Even though part of him wants to tell her he always thought they'd make a great couple, he keeps his mouth shut and helps her with the dishes.
Some things just weren't meant to be he supposed.
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June 26, 2019
Hotel Bar - Seattle
"Do you remember that time your mom's boyfriend thought we were together?" He laughs, the confidence to ask pouring in from his fourth drink.
"Oh god yes," she giggles.
"Can I tell you something?" He asks and she nods, her pulse beginning to race as she waits for him to continue speaking.
"I always thought we would make a good couple back then."
"Oh?" She replies and his eyes find hers and suddenly it's her turn to forget how to breathe. She's falling again, only this time she knows there's likely no turning back because the way he's looking at her makes her feel like she's the only woman on the planet and all she wants to do is melt into his arms.
But she doesn't because they're still in a dingy hotel bar.
And they've only paused their feud for the evening.
And she's spoken for.
But her tongue is tied and his eyes are searching hers for an answer to an unasked question. His palm brushes against her thigh beneath the table and though the contact is brief it's fire and she needs to be anywhere but here.
"We would," he leans over and whispers, sending a chill through her body.
"We would kill each other," she laughs, doing her best to alleviate some of the tension building between them, but to no avail.
"Donna," he practically purrs, his hand daring to settle on her thigh, only unlike the brief skim last time, this time he lets it stay planted on her semi-exposed leg.
"Harvey," sighs, giving herself in to his touch and allowing her heart to flutter at the way his thumb was tracing a small, gentle pattern just above her knee.
The rest of the conversation is conveyed without words, and soon she's following him through the bar and towards the elevators in the hotel lobby. They step inside without so much as a word and he presses the button that reads 13 as the old door dings shut and they stand side by side as it begins to climb.
He doesn't dare touch her, worried that if he gives into the temptation he'll shatter the already fragile moment and he doesn't think his heart can take losing her a second time.
She fidgets with her fingers, anxious and perhaps excited? She isn't able to pinpoint it, her mind is racing. She's thinking with her heart, not her head and she knows this is a dangerous game she's playing but she's always told herself she needed to get out of her head and do what felt right from time to time. Despite knowing it shouldn't, this felt right.
This had always felt right.
The elevator dings and she steps off, following him down the hall towards a door that he opens with a key card. She hesitates before stepping over the threshold, unsure of where this would lead them. In the end, her curiosity gets the better of her and she shuts the door behind her.
She walks over to where he's standing near a short hall table and pauses inches from his face, their eyes meeting with a new found intensity. He steps towards her and she closes her eyes, tilting her head to allow him to close the distance between them, only he doesn't. Instead, his palms find a place on her lower back and begin to work their way upwards, then back down and towards her thighs. He continues to explore her body, wordlessly, as she watches, eyes trained on his movements.
When his fingers reach the hem of her dress, her breath audibly hitches and he quickly cups her ass and lifts her onto the table, legs on either side of him as he leans down and pushes the hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck.
She tilts her head back as he sweeps his hand through her hair and urges him closer by tugging on his collar, but she quickly releases her hold on him.
"Tell me you haven't been dreaming of this moment," he grunts, pressing his hardened length further into her thigh as she wraps her legs behind his calves, her hands not yet daring to touch him.
"Being screwed on a table?" she asks with a coy smile before biting down on her outer lip and tilting her head back further.
"I mean, I've definitely considered my desk," he winks before returning his attention to her neck, pressing a moist kiss just above her collarbone and watching her shudder at the contact.
"You've dreamed about screwing me on your desk?"
"I dream a lot of things," he mumbles, trailing his kisses up her neck and towards her ear.
"Isn't that what this is?" He asks, hoping she'd admit she'd had similar thoughts.
"It sure as shit isn't love," she laughs but her laughter dies all too soon and it's suddenly a little too real.
"What is it then?' he dares to ask.
"Lust? Selfish desire."
"We don't have to…"
"I want you."
And with that his lips find hers and for the first time in years a single kiss makes his head spin and his knees go weak. His lip settles on her upper lip and tugs, eliciting a soft moan from her that goes straight to his groin. Her hands greedily claim a place on his back and urge him closer, his body colliding with hers as he slips his tongue into her mouth.
She knew she shouldn't have followed him up here. But god damn was she glad that she had.
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