Donna was walking back to the table from the ladies' room. Her hips were swaying underneath the short dark flowy dress she was wearing which moved along with her steps. The upper part of the garment was more form fitting and the low neck cut showed her breasts bouncing gently to her pace. Harvey, who had been unable to keep his eyes off of her throughout the evening, even if they weren't dining alone, stole a glance from over his shoulder. God, she was gorgeous. He stared a little longer than he should've when there were people around, gaze lingering on her firm legs and back up to her cleavage, before it landed on the waiter who was clearly also eyeing his wife.
"Hey, eyes over here." He quietly commanded. As much as Harvey was used to Donna being looked at and hit on, and as much as he found it hot, he didn't really appreciate catching a man staring so obviously and disrespectfully at the same time he was. The man quickly snapped back to reality, leaving the rest of the group to hold a chuckle.
She arrived at the same moment the waiter was going around the table to see if anybody wanted an after meal treat.
"Dessert, miss?" He asked.
"Is anybody taking anything?" She asked, looking around when she sat back down.
"I ordered chocolate cake." Rachel smiled.
"Okay, then, I'll have what she's having."
"Excellent choice." The man disappeared.
"Wow, that waiter is not subtle." Mike pointed out, playing with his glass of scotch.
"Tell me about it." Harvey spoke, taking a sip of his own and clenching his jaw. Donna just shook her head, smirking, amused by her husband's reaction. "Why couldn't we have had that other waitress." He pointed with his head to a woman dressed similarly to their waiter who was walking with a trey, a few meters away. Her hair was ginger, not unlike Donna's. "She seems…" he paused, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth. "Good at her job."
"Uhuh." Donna raised an eyebrow, not sold on his comment which he clearly changed last second before admitting to finding another woman attractive.
"Ouhh, that's what you're going for?" Mike teased.
"You really have a thing for red heads, don't you?" Rachel chimed in.
"I- it's just- okay, you know what?" They giggled at him being clearly uncomfortable. "I just meant that we could've had a different waiter, one who doesn't stare at Donna all night."
"No, you just mean one who looks like Donna." Mike didn't let him off the hook that easily, eliciting a laugh from the women.
Harvey glanced at Donna who was smiling, biting her lower lip, relishing witnessing him being attracted to her features, even in other people. He didn't have time to respond when their waiter reappeared with two pieces of cake and an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry, we only had one piece of chocolate cake left, but we did have a fruity one, I hope that's alright."
"Oh, please, that's totally fine, I'll take it." Donna quickly responded.
"Great." The guy placed the chocolate pastry in front of Rachel and the fruity piece in front of her. "Enjoy."
Harvey didn't miss the quick glance the waiter stole at Donna's chest, before leaving the table, once again. That sneaky son of a bitch, he thought. He followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight. He couldn't blame him, but he still didn't like it. He looked back to Donna, thinking she surely would've noticed, but he found her licking her lips from the anticipation of eating her dessert. He had been so focused on the guy that he hadn't noticed what that fruity cake actually was. He followed her gaze to find a piece of what could only be strawberry cake, judging from the few strawberries decorating the pastry. They lay atop a thick layer of whipped cream.
Of course, he thought. It had to be strawberries and whipped cream. He already had been fighting to keep his desire in check all evening, ever since Donna had come out with that dress when they were getting ready and now he would have to sit through this.
Harvey swallowed loudly at the sight. His mind couldn't help but wander to delicious visions of the sweetness mixed in with Donna's creamy skin. He shook his head. This was ridiculous, he could handle a dessert without perverted images flooding his consciousness. He gulped his drink, looking out into the restaurant. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see Donna taking one of the particularly bigger strawberries and bringing it to her mouth. He did a double take, noticing how her lips enveloped the fruit. She took a bite, sucking in the juice and Harvey had to tear his gaze away and sit up straighter.
"So," he cleared his throat, trying to come up with a distraction "have I ever played you Charles Bradley's version of Changes?"
"I know you're getting old and your memory isn't what is used to be, but yes Harvey, you have." Mike teased.
"Okay, who sang it originally, smart guy?"
"Black Sabbath, come on, that's too easy."
"I didn't know you'd know."
"You're right, it's an old song, and unlike you, I wasn't born when it came out."
"Oh, what a shocker, you go back to the old jokes. Now who's going for the easy one?" Donna spoke up which forced Harvey to look at her again while she used her finger to wipe some red juice from the corner of her mouth before licking her lower lip and sucking it in briefly. He was mesmerized by her. So much so, that he didn't even hear Mike's reply to her witty response.
He tried to bring himself back to the conversation as Donna scooped some whipped cream off of the pastry with her finger to taste it. She sucked it and retrieved it with a wet mouth sound. That caught Harvey's attention and he swallowed hard. She seemed so innocent while doing it, he almost thought she wasn't doing it on purpose, but he knew better. He felt warmth at his crotch and all of his being was burning to touch her. His fingers were itching for bare skin contact as his lips envied her dessert for being so close to hers.
Donna loved the effect she knew she was having on him. When she'd seen what kind of cake it was, she had decided to tease him and have some fun with this. She heard him manage to talk about some sport with Mike as she used her fork to tease the piece of cake until she was satisfied with the amount of each ingredient in the bite she was going for. She brought it to her mouth and once she took it, she retreated the fork oh-so slowly, dragging her lips to make sure she got every last crumb. Harvey bit his own lip, relishing the sight and, once again, losing track of whatever it was they were discussing. He noticed Donna had some whipped cream that didn't quite make it into her mouth. He tried no to think anything too dirty, but then she licked her lips clean and he was gone. He couldn't hold back any longer, he had to touch her. His hand reached for her thigh, just to feel her. He lay his palm on the fabric of her dress, his fingers wrapping around her muscle. Donna smiled and he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Want some?" She quirked an eyebrow. She was enjoying every second of this dance. Harvey just nodded, too lost to respond verbally. She dug through the pastry with her fork and made sure the bite had enough fruit and cream before directing it his way. He lowered his head, capturing the piece she was offering with his mouth as she held onto the utensil. He used his tongue to wipe any remains of the dessert on his lips. Tasting the strawberries and whipped cream, Harvey was having a Pavlov's dog reaction to the flavours. His whole body associated these tastes with Donna's taste, with her body, with her impossibly intoxicating smell and with all the delicious sensations she made him feel when they were in bed.
God, this woman was going to be the death of him. He could barely contain himself. He felt heat rise throughout his body. He silently cursed the fact that they weren't alone. Nevertheless, he had to feel her bare skin under his touch. He was thankful for the short length of her dress and the looseness of it which allowed him to easily venture under the material and rest his hand on the soft flesh of her thigh. He almost immediately felt Donna's hand squeeze his as a warning, making sure he wouldn't attempt to go any higher.
Harvey didn't worry too much about what they looked like seeing as Rachel also fed Mike a bite of her dessert. A normal gesture in a couple, he thought, so it wasn't like they were acting in any outrageous way. And it wasn't like their friends could see where his hand was. But then, he heard them chuckle as they glanced their way which piqued his curiosity.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing new, anyway." Mike evasively answered.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that there's nothing funny that hasn't been happening ever since I met you." Mike challenged.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He just wanted him to spit it out.
"The way your eyes are devouring Donna."
His comment painted Donna's cheeks pink. Harvey's gaze softened. He always forgot that other people might also perceive all these intense feelings he felt, and has always felt, anytime he looked at Donna. That and the fact that he often forgot other people altogether whenever he stared at her.
"It's sweet." Rachel added.
"Except now, it's actually appropriate." Mike couldn't resist messing with him.
"Okay, I'll have you know that as far as inappropriate work behaviour goes, you guys outdo us." Harvey uttered, but he couldn't even convince himself of that comment.
"Do we?" Rachel dared.
"I highly doubt it." Mike concurred.
"You mean to tell me nothing ever happened in the file room? Or the library for that matter?" Harvey wouldn't give up that easily. He resorted to his tactic of switching the subject to his counterpart to avoid having to talk about himself. Truth be told, those years of playful banter in that little bubble where he and Donna felt like the only ones in the world were sacred to him.
"Donna." Both of their friends accused in unison of having told Harvey about their private moments.
"Sorry." She mouthed, once again, drawing Harvey's gaze to her.
He watched as she finished her piece of cake, repeating the same torturous game as before. She captured a bite of strawberry in her mouth and let her lips longer than necessary on the fruit. She sucked gently on it as a suction sound escaped from the manoeuvre. She then used her fork to gather all the remaining whipped cream from the plate with long drawn out movements, taking her sweet time and ate it up impossibly slowly, playfully under Harvey's watchful eyes, tasting just enough sweetness to count as a bite, but not enough to finish it quickly, wanting to make the pleasure last.
Donna felt his hand move on her thigh. He struggled to stop himself from doing everything he'd been dying to do to her all evening long. His thumb caressed her skin, moving back and forth which sent a trail of goosebumps following the movement. She just as easily reacted to his touch as he did to her teasing. Fearing he might start something, she crossed her legs, capturing his hand in between, but making sure he wouldn't move higher. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Harvey's devilish grin. His hand was in a sandwich with her bare thighs which only excited him more.
She then turned to him, lips parted, with a little whipped cream under her lower lip.
"Do I have anything or am I good?" She gestured to her mouth. Harvey had to hold back a moan as he finally was given permission to stare at her lips without having to be subtle about it. Her perfect gorgeous lips that seemed to invite him in. He got himself under control just enough for his free hand to come up to the right corner of his mouth.
"Just something here." He pointed.
"Here?" Donna pointed to her left side, mirroring his movement.
"Other side." She tried to wipe it off, but didn't.
"Here, let me." He was almost in a trance, completely fixated on her, forgetting his surroundings. His movements were operating on autopilot as his hand came up to her face and his thumb brushed her bottom lip softly. Without thinking, he brought it back to his mouth to lick the whipped cream that mere seconds ago had been on her mouth.
"Thanks." She managed to respond. Her eyes had followed his movement and she herself struggled to keep her composure. She had tried to keep images of their previous cream filled experiences out of her mind, but now she couldn't help but wish they'd saved that dessert for home. Seeing him taste it off of her made her wish he'd licked it completely off of her body.
"Anything else?" The waiter's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"No thanks, just the bill, please." Harvey was quick to answer. He wanted to get back to their place as soon as possible.
"I'll just use the ladies." Rachel got up.
"I'll grab the coats." Mike followed, leaving Donna and Harvey alone.
They just started at each other, allowing the shared mischievous look on their faces to truly shine through.
"You know, I'll get back to you for this." Harvey broke their tensed silent.
"Will you?" Donna challenged as she smirked, raising an eyebrow. Harvey lowered his head to bring his face closer to hers.
"You're not the only tease here." He whispered which sent tingles through her.
When their friends got back and the waiter showed up for the bills to be taken care of, Donna unfolded her legs, freeing Harvey's hand as he paid. The pair of couples walked back to their respected drivers, leaving Harvey's teasing plan to be put into motion as early as in the back of the car.