Donna stretches her naked body languidly under the sheets as the first rays of morning sunlight fall through her bedroom window. Her muscles feel drained, and she wonders what kind of workout she did last night that left her so unusually exhausted and so stupidly happy at the same time. Still half asleep, she isn't able to form a coherent thought and so she just turns on her other side, hoping to catch some more sleep.
But then it suddenly hits her like a blow, and all at once she is wide awake - any residual tiredness disappeared in one fell swoop.
She still doesn't dare to open her eyes at first, too afraid to find the other side of her bed empty. That he, after all, panicked and snuck out in the middle of the night, despite all that she had thought to read in his behavior. Or that her subconscious has once again played a cruel trick on her and that it all only happened in her dreams.
But when she does open her eyes at some point, he is really there. Lying on his stomach, his face turned away from her, one arm bent under his head, his hair wonderfully disheveled. Most of his bare back is exposed, gently rising and falling in the slow rhythm of his soft breathing.
Tears well up in Donna's eyes and she falls back into the pillows. They are happy tears, tears of relief, and she is glad to have this little moment to herself to sort out her feelings and not instantly blindside him with her strong emotional reaction. She feels a little silly for being so dramatic, but he is really here. In her bed. Harvey. Her Harvey. It really happened. She repeats the words in her head over and over again like a silent prayer. If that's not a reason to lose your cool for a moment, what is?
As she finally calmed herself down a little, she turns back towards him and props herself on one elbow. She reaches for his back and tenderly starts to caress his smooth skin. She observes the red marks that she left there with her fingernails mere hours ago. She smiles at the memories that flood her mind. How good he made her feel. She always knew that he would, like he did the other time, but that the sex would be this breathtakingly awesome and that his presence would blow her mind like that - she would never have dared to dream.
Every detail is etched in her mind. How he made her whole body tingle for hours on end. How he made her feel sexy, safe, adored, loved and wanted - all at the same time. She remembers every moan, every cry, every whimper and every sigh he elicited from her. And she remembers every groan, every hum, every grunt and every sob she got from him in return. Every touch of him that sent goosebumps down her spine. Every single orgasm that shot through her body with an intensity she never felt before. Every time he spilled into her, her name on his lips as he threw his head back in frenzy. Each time their eyes met and they could look directly into each other's souls. She remembers it all too well and she is sure that all of it is burned into her mind forever. Pure bliss is running through her veins, making her head spin and her belly flutter.
Eventually, Harvey stirs under her gentle touch and a heavy sigh escapes his lips as he slowly reaches consciousness. After a moment, he turns onto his side in her direction. Only then does he open his eyes. His look is tired, that's the first thing Donna notices. But at second sight it radiates pure love and affection. And an all-encompassing happiness she's never seen in his eyes before.
He grins at her, beaming with joy. The moment he dreamed of countless times has become reality. He is lying in bed with Donna. Naked and spent, after a night full of passion. After finally arriving where he was always supposed to be. His heart starts beating faster and his hands crave to touch her again. He knows immediately that he never wants to wake up without her again and that he desperately wants to hold her forever.
He reaches for her then, loops his arm around her waist and whispers a hoarse "Good morning" as he pulls her as close as humanly possible against his body. Donna buries her face in his chest and mumbles a "Good morning" in response. She closes her eyes again, snuggles even more into him and breathes in the intoxicating scent. A mixture of sweat, sex and some leftover cologne. And oh so distinctively Harvey.
His hands gently stroke her hair and back and he places a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering there for a while. The simple yet loving gesture almost moves her to tears and she tightens her grip on his biceps.
"Did you sleep?" she murmurs into the small space between her face and his body.
"Like a log," he retorts. "You?"
"Me too. Not much, though." she snickers.
"Well worth it, wasn't it?" he quips, squeezing her hip.
"God yes," she sighs, now pulling back to meet his gaze and kiss him.
They just lay like this for quite a while, simply bathing in each other's presence, enjoying the closeness that feels so completely new and yet so overly familiar. And just so goddamn right. Right at that moment, they both realize that everything has indeed changed. And that this is the beginning of something huge. Something they've both been running from for far too long.
What began as innocent and aimless caresses slowly turns into more forceful touches. Harvey turns Donna on her back, his hands smoothly moving up and down her body as he starts to engulf her breasts, lavishing some time to play with her nipples and make her whimper before he continues to work his way further down her body until his head lands between her legs.
He kisses her folds before he tenderly parts them with his skilled tongue and starts to tease her clit with long, measured circles. She can't believe it. It's only been a few hours since he drew one orgasm after the other out of her body, and yet the heat is immediately pooling between her legs again as if she's being touched there for the first time in weeks. Her physical reaction to him might embarrass her if he weren't just as hungry for her, if he weren't just as affected by her presence as she is by his.
It doesn't take him long to get her closer and closer to release and Donna wonders how it is even possible that after they only spent two nights together he already seems to know her body almost better than she does. Although there is still so much to explore, so much to discover about and with each other. They must just be each other's perfect match, in all aspects. There's no denying that.
She sighs a helpless "Harvey" and just as he applies a third finger into her pulsating core she explodes, arching her back against him and fisting the sheets under her. He continues the circles of his tongue around her clit until she squirms and pulls away slightly - his touches becoming a little too much for her overstimulated core.
As his face reappears from between her legs and he licks his lips to catch every last drop of her arousal, he throws her a mischievous grin. She rolls her eyes at his cockiness but reaches for his face anyway and pulls him down for a languid kiss. Her own taste on his lips makes her hum and she reaches for his groin, giving his hardened length a teasing squeeze. She's far from having enough of him, that's for sure.
Her touch elicits a groan from him, grateful for the small relief, though it turns him on even more. Of course, his desire for her is not satisfied either, nor does he think it ever will be. His lips move to her ear and he murmurs huskily "What do you say to a shower?"
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Without keeping their hands off each other they quickly make their way to her bathroom. Harvey enters the shower first and lets the water get warm before he pulls her in to him. They share a passionate kiss under the warm stream of water and Donna reaches for his still rock-hard cock again, eliciting a sharp grunt from him. He is sure that no touch has ever felt better than hers. In need of support, he rests his hand on the glass wall behind her as she goes on her knees in front of him.
He watches her with hungry eyes as she finally gets a proper taste of him. Her tongue licks and circles the tip of his cock several times before she widens her mouth and takes him in, swallowing him deep. The sight of Donna on her knees, taking his cock, wet hair framing her face, her breasts bouncing from her movements - it all almost makes him spill down her throat in an instant. He closes his eyes and threads his hand through her hair to ground himself and guide her actions. She gets the hint and slows down a bit, but keeps sucking his erection, her right hand coming to fondle his balls. Eventually, he has to stop her and pull out, because he wants to savor the moment some more.
Donna can see the desire for more in his dark eyes and so she gets back up on her feet. He grabs her tightly and lifts her up, enters her with ease and presses her against the shower wall with a dull thud. The cold glass on her back makes her shiver. After giving her a short time to adjust, Harvey starts to thrust in and out, fucking her hard and fast, needing to release the tension that's built up in his body all morning. "Oh god," Donna gasps, her sex still feeling a little sore at first. But the small pain soon makes way for pure pleasure. Her nails dig into his shoulders, certainly leaving more marks, and their screams and moans echo from the tiles as the water continues to patter down on them.
Harvey senses that he won't last much longer, but he wants Donna to also come again, and so he sets her down, turns her around and enters her again from behind. He spreads her butt cheeks to hit even deeper and she holds on to the doorknob for dear life. "Unghhh, I'm so close," she pants, her lust urging him on to thrust even harder. His hand sneaks around her body to work her clit and he massages her pussy with his whole hand until she cries out incoherently, her legs trembling violently. "Fuck, Donna" he grunts, the tight clenching of her walls around him driving him insane. It's only a few more thrusts before he reaches his climax as well. He collapses against her body and presses her more against the glass, kissing the spot behind her ear and caressing her waist. "God, I can't get enough of you," he hums and she giggles. "Likewise," she says as she turns in his embrace to kiss him properly.
"I'm just afraid we should get ready," she opposes when they part. He agrees, albeit reluctantly, and they finish the shower together.
When they are standing in front of the mirror a few minutes later to brush their teeth, they can hardly keep their hands off each other. They just have to kiss and touch again and again. Harvey doesn't really understand what's going on with him, never has he behaved like this with any of his girlfriends before. In fact, he should be embarrassed by how smitten he is - whereas he usually values his independence and pride so much. But if he's honest with himself, it's always been different with Donna. She's always been the one he's shown himself mellow and vulnerable to. And so he just carries on, without a care in the world.
Entering her bedroom again to collect his clothes and get dressed, he takes in the state of the room for the first time. It's a big mess. Clothes, blankets and pillows are scattered everywhere. He can't remember how it all even got there. But it also doesn't matter at all, because the room perfectly mirrors the night they spent together. "Wow, we really let our hair down, huh?" he states and Donna snickers. "Have you seen my underpants?"
He finds them tangled in his suit pants and suggests that he cleans up the room while she is getting ready.
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After drying her hair, getting dressed in loungewear and applying her daily makeup, Donna heads to the kitchen to make coffee. She fills a cup with the steaming liquid and settles on the couch with it before pulling out her phone to send Rachel a quick message. She doesn't get far, though, because just as she started talking Harvey enters the living room, having gotten ready himself in the meantime.
"Who's that?" he asks with a smirk, throwing his suit jacket over the backrest of the couch.
"Noone," she tries, but relents as soon as he tilts his head in disbelief. "Rachel," she admits.
"Told her, didn't you?" he asks, burying his hands into his pockets in an attempt to quench the desire to touch her again.
"No," she tries again, chuckling to shrug it off, but gives it up recognizing his challenging look at her. How could she resist those puppy eyes? "Yeah," she therefore admits.
God, she's beautiful, Harvey can't help but think, the need to run his hand through her auburn locks growing. "Oh in that case," he quips, "I hope she listens to her messages before Mike, 'cause I just left him a doozy."
"What?" Donna retorts with feigned indignation. "I didn't authorize you to do that." He just smirks sheepishly at her and she adds "Wait, seriously. What did you tell him?"
"What did you tell Rachel?" he counter-questions, his grin widening.
"That you were better the first time," she puckers her face.
"Good, 'cause that's exactly what I told Mike about you."
She can't deny it, she loves this bantering between them. Now even more than ever before. She could keep going like this forever and she could swear that it's the same with him. However, she strikes a more thoughtful tone when she speaks again.
"No, you didn't. And neither did I. Because you weren't. Because more vigorous isn't necessarily better," she debates.
"Neither is younger," he retorts, taking a seat on the backrest, finally giving in to his desire of being closer to her.
"Really? Twelve hours in and you're gonna trot that one out?" she counters, playfully outraged.
"Twelve years in. And no, Donna, I'm not." He is suddenly all serious and grabs her hand. "Because I'm glad I came over last night." His voice dropped with the second part of the sentence and Donna senses the strong tingling in her belly again - a feeling that she grew quite familiar with over the last few hours. "Me too."
"You do know I'm coming over again tonight, right?" Harvey asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows, wanting nothing more than to kiss her already, but needing to hear her answer first.
"Yeah Harvey, I do know that," she bites down on her lower lip. "There is one thing that I don't know. What exactly changed to make you come over here?" she inquires, addressing the elephant that's been sitting in the room with them ever since he knocked on her door last night.
Harvey takes a deep breath, preparing himself to finally voice the words that have been lying on the tip of his tongue and buzzing through his head the whole time and that he desperately wanted to tell her right away but simply couldn't get out. But he is interrupted by a persistent knock on Donna's front door.
After debating on how to explain the delicate situation to their unsolicited guest, Donna gives him a quick kiss and heads to the door.
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After Louis left and they made some fun of him being all clueless about what was going on, Harvey's face turns serious and he takes a step towards Donna.
"Before Louis got here, you asked what had changed," he starts.
But Donna cuts him off. "Harvey, I wanna know everything and when I do I want to be able to hang on every last word. But now's not the time. So what do you say that you go home," she closes the remaining distance between them and grabs his hands, choosing a tone of her voice that she knows will get him, "and you change into that armor and you get ready to fight for Robert's good name?"
"But I'm nowhere near done with you yet," Harvey pouts. Her erotic voice did nothing to appease his desire.
"I'm glad," Donna retorts seductively. "And I promise that we'll pick up where we left off as soon as possible."
"Mhhhh I like that," he hums and places his hands on her waist to pull her into a hug.
"Me too," she mumbles against his lips and as her tongue begs his mouth for entrance, he gladly grants it.
A few minutes later they are on their way through her hallway. "You'll come over tonight, right?" she asks, needing to hear it again.
"You bet your ass," Harvey replies, beaming at her.
"Good," she throws him a shy smile and places her spare keys in his hand as she adds "Here, in case it will be late."
He opens the door and crosses the threshold, but turns immediately to kiss her goodbye. "Wow, I miss you already," he says.
"Harvey Specter, are you becoming a sap? We'll see each other at the firm shortly," Donna quips.
"That's not the same," he bewails.
"I know," she finally gives in. "I'm gonna miss you, too. But you've got a job to do and I need you to do it right."
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When she closes the door behind her, heading to her closet to pick an outfit for the day, she can't deny that she is giddy like a kid at Christmas at the mere thought of seeing him again tonight. She can't remember the last time she was this happy.
On the other side of the door, Harvey takes a deep breath before he directs to the elevator, having no idea what the day will bring and how to save the situation. But he will find a way. The only thing he can think about right now is that coming over here last night was by far the best decision he ever made.
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