AN: Again, I am so overwhelmed with the positive response I got from everyone of you! Unfortunately, I won't be able to update more frequenty. I have a ton on my plate, since I do the two years in my master's program in one year. At the same time I have a part-time job, a husband, and two very needy cats. But fret not, I will definitely finish this fic and not leave you hanging. Oh, and my ankle is better :-)

A million thank yous to my wonderful betas Yvonne and BellaDonna. You guys are so great, and I can't thank you enough for the time you spend helping me, and for your improvements to this fic.

This is the first M-rated chapter. Enjoy!

The First Night

Donna felt like she was at summer camp, heavily breaking the rules by sneaking out and spending the night at the boys' camp. She had a way too expensive overnight bag on the cab seat next to her. It held some toiletries, a change of clothes, and a pair of pajamas.

She had been lucky to leave work at six sharp, speed home to retrieve her already packed bag, and hail a cab to Harvey's, where they had agreed to meet at seven-thirty.

She felt nervous, though that might be an understatement. She was going through the motions, not really able to give everything a lot of thought, because otherwise her hands would be shaking.

Despite her offer, Harvey hadn't agreed to forget all about the wager and the bonkers idea of spending thirty nights together in one bed. To her, he had been oddly calm when they were discussing the ground rules a couple days ago.

When the cab pulled up outside Harvey's apartment building, Donna's palms got sweaty. She paid the driver, grabbed the bag, and went inside. The elevator ride up felt like it was one hour long. As soon as she knocked on his door, she felt calm again, though. This situation almost reminded her of her acting days. Her stage fright would always vanish as soon as she stepped foot on the stage.

The door swung open to reveal him looking sexier than she had imagined. It was her ultimate fantasy. Harvey after hours, his dress shirt sans tie, sleeves rolled up, and a lazy smile on his lips.

"Hi," she shyly said.

He grabbed the bag from her hands, and greeted her in return. "You hungry?"

"Starving."

"Let's order."

It all felt so normal. They had take-out, sat on his couch and sipped some whiskey afterwards. Not that they had done a lot before, but it felt familiar and lived-in, nonetheless.

To Donna's surprise, they hadn't jumped each other after dinner. She couldn't say she hadn't been tempted. Harvey was looking good, and she wanted him, a lot. But somehow easing into the night together made her less nervous, for which she was grateful.

Now the clock was pushing 10p.m., and Donna knew they both had to be at the office early the next day.

"I'm gonna get ready for bed," she announced as she pushed off the couch cushions.

"I'll clean up," Harvey said and put the food containers in the trash.

She grabbed her bag by the kitchen island and vanished into the bedroom.

Harvey downed the rest of his whiskey before he wiped down the kitchen counter and coffee table. He had no idea how he had gotten into this weird situation. Knowing that Donna was the one who suggested this should give him some confidence for finally asking her out, but instead he kept telling himself that she only suggested their thirty nights because she was drunk, and that it was strictly sexual, no strings attached. Just imagining her in his bathroom right this second, stripping her clothes, and getting ready for bed, for him, was making it hard for him to keep his cool.

Having slept with countless women, he was not at all concerned about the actual sex part of the night. It was only then that he realized his last time was with Paula, and it had been over six months since he'd slept with someone. That must be a record for him. He was just hoping that after the thirty days he could work up the nerve to ask her out on an official date.

He had to play his cards right, though.

Since Donna had made it clear that they would return to being friends, she probably wasn't interested in a relationship with him. But maybe over the next month he could show her that he's grown and that he was boyfriend material. The sound of the bathroom door pulled him out of his reverie. He put their tumblers in the sink and carefully walked in the direction of his bedroom.

"Donna?" he asked before entering the room.

"I'm done in the bathroom," she said.

He crossed the threshold to his bedroom and found her turning down the bed. She was wearing a black and white polka dot pajama, had her hair tied back in a low ponytail. Her face was without make-up, and she looked incredibly beautiful to him.

"I'll just, uh..." he stammered and motioned to the bathroom door with his head. He grabbed some clothes from his dresser as Donna watched his every move.

She didn't know how to get through this night. Or the twenty-nine that would follow. What was she thinking suggesting this? Hers was an unrequited love, so why would she want to be physically close to him? She went back to her bag to get the book she brought. She loved to read in bed at night, so she thought she'd hang on her nightly routine to calm her nerves. She knew already that she was unlikely to get much sleep. Not with Harvey sleeping next to her. How insanely good had he looked in his shirt with his sleeves rolled up? She had caught herself staring at each visible vein on his forearms more than once.

She slipped under the covers and arranged the pillows for optimal back support before starting to read. And for a moment she truly felt immersed in the narration of the book, but then the bathroom door opened and he stepped back into the bedroom, dressed in a crisp white t-shirt and dark gray sweats. She might as well have drooled on his Egyptian cotton sheets.

"Good book?" he asked nonchalantly as he settled on the other side of the bed.

Donna nodded with a smile and went back to reading, or at least she tried. After a while, she put the book on the nightstand, and turned to him.

"Harvey?" she asked.

He detected the uncertainty in her voice and put his phone away. "Hm?"

"Would you mind if we just slept tonight? It kinda feels odd to push this on the first night, and I feel weird just starting something as if someone had fired the starter gun at a sports event."

He studied her eyes and let his gaze wander over her freckled nose and cheeks. "Sure. We can just sleep. No pressure."

"Good. I'll just read a couple more pages then."

"All right," he said and grabbed his phone to check his work emails one last time. He also set his alarm for the next day. "When do you need to get up?"

"Six-ish I guess. I wanna go home to get ready for work, so that'll take a while."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just that I thought you had brought your stuff."

"Just some jeans and a sweater for tomorrow. No hangers."

"You could, you know," he offered, his eyes trained on hers.

"I don't wanna be in your way in the morning. Everyone has their routine, right?"

"I do have a second bathroom, if you wanna use it. You could bring some dresses, too, if you wanted to. I have a whole empty closet in the guest room."

Donna wasn't sure if she should take him up on his offer, but she did feel grateful that he apparently had put some thought into this. "Thank you, Harvey. We'll see."

He hoped that we'll see wasn't a big, fat no. He cleared his throat. "So, um. Good night."

Before Donna could reciprocate, he had turned away from her and turned off the lamp on his nightstand.

"Night," she whispered before she grabbed her book again. She tried to read the same page for ten minutes before she gave up. Why did he seem disappointed all of a sudden? She was merely trying to stay out of his way. It had been her idea, well, her fantasy really, to spend thirty nights in his bed, not hers. After the one night they had spent together thirteen years ago, it was her fantasy to have sex in his bed as well. And weirdly, Harvey had not pushed back on it during their negotiations a couple days ago. Which is why she wanted to be an invisible house guest. For him. What good would it do to bring her full wardrobe and all toiletries here? She was trying to keep this simple. If one could call spending thirty nights in your best friend's/boss' bed simple. What had she been thinking suggesting this in the first place? She had tried and failed for thirteen years to put their one night out of her mind. She wouldn't grow old enough to put thirty nights out of her mind - unless medical advancements kicked up a notch very soon.

Donna put the book back on the nightstand and switched the light off. She had to at least try to get some sleep.

It must've been after midnight when Harvey woke up. He felt pressure on his cock of all places. He blinked a couple times to get his eyes used to the dim light that filtered in from the big windows in his bedroom. He was lying on his back and Donna was cuddled into his side. But her hand was gripping his manhood through the duvet and Harvey's sweats. He willed his blood flow to change direction. His brain could use some blood right about now. He had to come up with a plan to remove her hand from his dick without waking her up. Donna exhaled a breath and the grip on him intensified even more. He even felt the smallest upward movement. Great, now she was giving him a micro-handjob. It felt so good to have her touch him, even through layers of clothes. Not to imagine how it must feel without any barriers between them. Not the right strategy, he thought to himself. He had to think of something else, or he'd grow even harder.

He had to wake her up. It would get embarrassing, but he had to stop her from touching him. She had made it clear that she wanted to take it slow, and he wanted to respect her wishes.

He gently touched her shoulder and whispered her name. No response. "Donna," he then stage-whispered and shook her upper arm lightly.

She stirred, but kept her firm grip on his manhood.

"Wake up," he begged.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and tried to get her bearings. And then she noticed it: Her body wrapped around his and her hand around his dick.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," she said as she finally released him.

"It's OK," Harvey lied. But, he finally could breathe again.

"I didn't mean to..." she said, still drunk from sleep.

"I know," he mumbled.

Donna let her head hit her pillow, hoping the awkwardness would vanish. She must've turned on her other side in her sleep. And now she couldn't help but think about the raging hard-on her grip had caused. Just thinking about his hardened length made her all flustered, not to mention wet between her legs, her mouth watering for the taste of his cock. Her half-asleep state made her throw caution to the wind. Fuck it, she thought. Faster than she could register herself, she turned back around to Harvey, and her lips found his in the dark. He moaned the second he felt her on him, pulling her closer to him. "You sure?" he said.

"Yeah. More than," she replied.

They resumed their urgent kisses, hands wandering, and Harvey's manhood growing impossibly harder when her hand found it on purpose this time. He hissed when she made contact again. "That OK?" she asked.

"More than," he echoed.

He unbuttoned her pajama top and was surprised to discover she was wearing a bustier underneath it. She had put it on in the first place because she felt weird being naked under her pajama with him sleeping next to her. His hands grazed her hard nipples, which made her moan loudly. "Good?"

"Oh fuck yeah," she confirmed.

He sucked her clothed nipple in his mouth, wetting the fabric, as he slipped the unbuttoned top from her shoulders, and she immediately pulled the bustier over her head to bare her tits for him. He quickly covered one with his hand and the other with his mouth. He greedily sucked on the rosy peak, only to change sides soon after. Donna pulled his t-shirt over his head and felt the soft skin over his taut muscles. She pulled his head back up to hers and kissed him passionately. "Want you," she murmured.

"Me too," he replied.

She rubbed his cock through his sweats and underwear and decided it wasn't nearly enough. She slipped her hand under the waistband of both garments and soon made contact with the scorching hot skin of his arousal.

"Donna," Harvey groaned, and it felt like music to her ears.

"You're so hard."

He moaned in reply, and also slipped his hand in the waistband of her pajama pants. Moving under her underwear, he gripped the soft cheek of her ass before he moved the hand to her side, across her hip bone and right to her folds, which he found dripping.

"Oh God," he groaned. He felt simultaneously extremely turned on and overwhelmed with the situation. He knew they had rules, but he, for the life of him, couldn't remember if they had talked about what the hell they should do when they were this horny for each other. It wasn't helping matters when she gripped his dick even more to stroke it a shade firmer.

"Condoms?"

"Nightstand." He was amazed that he could utter one coherent word in this situation. A word other than fuck.

They both undressed each other then, and Harvey rolled the condom down his cock. Donna was on her back, opening her legs for him, waiting to be filled by his glorious manhood. He didn't disappoint. Before he finally sank his length into her heat, he kissed her deeply, and grabbed her tits with unseen lust. He almost felt clumsy. He wanted to touch her everywhere, lick her pussy, watch her take his cock. He supposed they had time and opportunity in the days to come, so he took solace in that. Right now, he just wanted to fuck her senseless. He pushed himself into her wet core, which made her almost whimper. He waited a moment to let them both get used to the sensation. He leaned down to kiss her again, more slowly this time, but with the same passion as before.

"You feel amazing," he said after coming up for air.

"You too. So fucking hard," Donna moaned.

Harvey slowly pulled back, and sank back into her. The next time, he pulled out further. He worked his way up to the full pull-out before he thrust himself back inside her with all the lust and need he felt in himself.

Donna gasped.

He considered it a good sign. He grabbed one tit, and massaged it while thrusting inside her. He continued his hard thrusts and kept pounding into her quicker and quicker.

"So close," she then said.

He moved his other hand to her pussy, massaged her folds, and slowly started circling her clit. His balls were crying out for relief. He hadn't expected for either of them to reach climax so soon though. His plan was to take his time with her, savor it - again, he presumed there was time for more later. But still. Each night would be special to him, and he wanted to make her feel good first and foremost.

In the dim light, he saw her breasts jiggle with each thrust, and he nearly lost it at the sight. He was glad they were almost completely in the dark. Had he seen her with the lights turned on, he probably would've come by now.

Donna grabbed the hand that was currently massaging her clit to intensify the pressure on the bundle of nerves. He slowed down his thrusts to focus on her movements. It felt insanely good to be guided by her. It was such a turn on for him that they were both working on getting her off. "You're fucking hot," he mumbled.

"I'm gonna come," she announced, and then he could already feel her insides gripping his length, milking it, as her clit danced under both their fingers. He felt the knot explode in his lower belly, and with a loud grunt he spilled into the reservoir of the condom. He let himself drop on his forearms and on Donna's chest. Her legs immediately closing around his ass, she started rubbing herself against his pubic bone. Her internal walls were still heavily contracting around his length, for what he imagined must be a very intense orgasm. Pride spread inside his chest to have made this goddess of a woman come so intensely. And in time with his own orgasm, too.

He sloppily kissed her mouth, letting his tongue dance across hers.

"That," he breathed, "was incredible."

Donna nodded. "Fucking amazing."

Hearing her say that almost made him hard again. Almost. He still pulled out of her to discard the condom.

When he came back to bed, he wished there was some light on so he could read her face. He debated turning his lamp back on, but didn't want to put her on the spot or make her uncomfortable. Normally, words weren't needed between them, one look would suffice. He tentatively settled on his side of the bed, waiting for her to say something.

Her heart was racing from the intensity of their physical connection. Despite the darkness, he had read her body like it was the number one mission in his life. If he could read her post-coital as well, she would be screwed. Her body would tell him that she never wanted to spend a night alone, that she craved to be with him. She stayed silent for now. What could she possibly say to him now? Donna had no words.

"Night," she whispered then.

"Night," he mumbled before turning away and letting the exhaustion of the day and their lovemaking wash over him.

When Harvey's alarm went off the next morning, he was alone in bed. And as it later turned out, alone in his apartment.

I know, I know, don't kill me for finishing it like this. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter that actually had sex in it. Let me know if you liked it :-)

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