AN: TGIF! You've done well over your week. Here's your reward for being so patient with me :-)

Big-ass thank yous to my wonderful betas Yvonne and BellaDonna for their time and input and fun exchanges. You two are amazing.

The Second Night

During the entire day at work, Harvey could tell that Donna was tense. He saw it in her posture every time he spotted her through those glass walls, and he swore he saw her massage the side of her neck when he walked past her office on his way to Louis. Due to her already having left his place when he had gotten up this morning, he wasn't really sure if he could approach and ask her about it. Was it against the rules to ask her about her being tense, or would that imply he was also trying to ask her why she had left so early? He was confused. Not that he knew exactly what he would have expected - they hadn't talked about mornings or set any rules for those - but he hadn't seen it coming that she wouldn't be there when he woke up.

Willing time to run faster, he went back to work and decided to bring it up tonight. That way he certainly wouldn't break any rules.

Donna entered his apartment later than the day before. A client meeting at four ran late, and she hadn't gotten back to the office until six, which meant she still had to go over the terms for the summer associates with Robert. She only came home at eight, had to pack her things for the night, and be on her way to Harvey's.

She suppressed an ironic "Honey, I'm home", and handed one of her two bags to Harvey who was looking at her expectantly as he held open the door for her.

"What's all this?" he asked, glad to see she had decided to bring some of her stuff over, after all.

"Oh, um, I hope you don't take this the wrong way..."

Harvey's breathing all but stopped at that moment. She walked deeper into his apartment and dropped her purse on the kitchen counter before she turned around to complete her sentence.

"... but your pillows suck," she said as she produced a pillow he presumed was her own out of the bag she still held in her hand.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh," he repeated. "Is that why you were so tense?"

She raised her left eyebrow and didn't say a word.

"Sorry, I just, uh, saw you at work, touching the side of your neck."

"You noticed that?" she asked surprisedly.

"I did. I didn't wanna bring it up at work," he admitted sheepishly.

She sighed. As if she knew everything. "It's fine that you asked."

"Good," he smiled. He was pondering if he should mention this morning. "Is that why you left so early this morning?"

"Yeah," she said shyly. "I woke up at five with a stiff neck, took a cab home, and did some yoga before I had to get ready for work."

"Do you maybe wanna take a bath?"

"That would be awesome."

"Tell you what, you take that bath and I'll whip up some pancake batter. Let's have breakfast for dinner. Make up for the fact that we didn't see each other this morning."

"That sounds nice. Are you sure you're up for it?" she wanted to know. A long day lay behind the two of them, and she certainly didn't feel like cooking, so she didn't expect it of Harvey.

"Donna, I can handle some pancakes and eggs," he assured her.

"Eggs, too? What about bacon?" She challenged him.

"Lemme see what I have in the fridge," he said, all smiles and flirty eyes.

Donna grabbed her bag and pillow and vanished behind the sliding doors to his bedroom. The minute she dipped her toes in the perfectly tempered water, she felt the tension in her body ease. As soon as her body was fully surrounded by the water, she released an involuntary sound that bordered on a purr. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she inhaled the scent of her favorite body wash that she used to create a makeshift bubble bath.

The bubbles on her skin reminded her of the tingle his touch left in its wake the night before. How her entire body was on fire from just the pads of his fingers. She shivered from the mere thought. She knew that part of her reaction to his touch was due to the fact that she hadn't had sex in a while, but she never would have expected this much. She had basically been dripping from the moment he had run his fingers over her clothed nipple.

In the kitchen, Harvey was taking inventory of his fridge and pantry, and decided he either had to go to the market tomorrow after work, or order something, because even his backstock was running low on essentials. There was enough for pancakes, though.

Before he got started, he changed out of his suit. Some nights he didn't bother changing into something more comfortable. But he wasn't keen on getting bacon smell on his Tom Ford.

When she was just about to doze off, Donna's senses were invigorated as her nose got hit with a mixture of bacon and something else, maybe eggs. Her stomach rumbled in response. She got out of the tub, toweled off, and moisturized her face and body. She slipped into her pajamas and followed the heavenly scent. Harvey was just flipping the last batch of pancakes when she came out of his bedroom.

"Smells amazing," she remarked and walked straight to him, to watch.

Now her scent was filling his nostrils, too. "So do you."

"Syrup?" she asked.

He pointed to the cabinet and plated up their food. They sat down at the kitchen counter, and gave each other the headlines of their respective day.

"How's your neck?" he asked as he sopped up some syrup with the last bit of pancake.

"Better. I need a firm pillow, you know."

"How is the rest of the bed?"

"Not too bad. You have nice sheets."

"Thanks. I bought those after... Paula and I had broken up." Great, why did he open that can of worms?

Donna didn't know what to say. Did it mean he had bought the sheets randomly or accidentally after his and Paula's break-up, or that it was on purpose? And if it was the latter, what did that mean?

As if he could read her mind, he added, "It felt weird, so I got new sheets. In case you were wondering..."

"I wasn't before, but thanks for providing me with the info," she grinned. She was enjoying seeing him squirm like this. This wasn't a side she normally got to see of him all too often.

He got up to put their dishes in the sink, but saw from the corner of his eye how Donna was touching the side of her neck again. He returned to his previous spot next to her, swivelling his stool around to face her. She copied his move.

"So..." Donna started.

"Hm?" he hummed softly.

"We had sex last night."

"I know," he said and grinned at her.

Donna swallowed and briefly closed her eyes. "I'm sorry if I seemed reluctant when we went to bed. I was just... nervous I guess."

"Me too," he admitted, and she was grateful for his honesty.

"Well, it was pretty damn great sex, so I was nervous for nothing."

"I get it. It was kinda weird at first. How are you feeling tonight?" he asked as he looked into her eyes to see if they would give any indication of discomfort.

"I feel pretty relaxed at the moment. Not nervous," she stated, and again touched the side of her neck.

"Can I?" he asked, motioning to her neck with his hand.

She nodded.

He carefully touched the skin below her ear. When she didn't wince or show other types of protest, he let his fingers wander further down, applying slightly more pressure to the muscles underneath her skin. "How's that?" he asked.

"Nice," she moaned.

He got up to stand behind her in order to get a better angle. He massaged her shoulder blades and let his fingertips touch her collarbone. Her eyes fell shut. With a firm touch he stroked down the side of her neck that had been giving her trouble all day. His nose was again filled with her scent, almost making it impossible for him to focus on his relatively simple task. But he pulled himself together, after all, he felt partially responsible for her condition. He massaged her in small circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

"You're good at this," she encouraged him and moved her hair out of the way to give him better access.

"Don't sound so surprised," he replied.

"How should I know if you can give a massage, Harvey?"

"You can make an educated guess?"

"Based on?"

"Past performance in the physical department..." he hinted.

"That's not a logical conclusion. Believe me, not all men who are good in bed can give a decent massage. That'd be like saying athletes make good lovers."

Had she just called him good in bed? "False equivalency?"

"Exactly," she confirmed.

"So you're saying I'm special," he stated with a boyish smile, honey dripping from his voice as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "... and good in bed."

Donna swallowed. Of course he was special. But they had a clear agreement, and she wasn't keen on complicating things. "Man, you need more praise than a puppy."

"No worries, your purrs are praise enough," he smiled.

Donna rolled her eyes. She knew he'd take everything the wrong way.

"How do you feel?"

"I think better," she said.

And then she felt his soft lips gently press against the very spot that has been giving her trouble. He nuzzled into her side, then used his tongue to soothe her skin. A sigh escaped her throat, her hands moving above her head to grasp his hair and to keep him in place. Encouraged by her action, he opened his mouth to gently suck on the tender skin of her neck.

Her nipples were puckering in reaction to his ministrations. She was trying not to lose her mind from the sheer intensity of feeling his breath against her skin. The moment he briefly came up for some air, she swiveled around so she could finally see him and offer him her mouth. He reacted quickly and trapped her legs between his, then dove back in to kiss her alluring lips.

Harvey ran his tongue over her lips, begging for entrance to her mouth. She opened it and released a moan the moment their tongues touched. His hands closed around the small of her back to pull her into his body. He moved his hands up her back so he could bury them in her hair as they gave each other open-mouthed kisses that robbed them of every other thought. Only their bodies existed in that moment. She tasted the syrup on his tongue, felt the need he put into their kiss, and hoped she would remember her own name after he was done with her.

His fingers eased the buttons of her pajama top through their holes. He found her breasts bare and hot to the touch. His firm grasp on them made her moan out loud.

"Wanna take this to bed?" she asked between kisses.

"God, yes," he breathed.

They hurried to his bedroom and stripped each other naked. He worshiped her breasts, took his time this time, and was determined to taste every patch of skin he could reach. He mapped each and every freckle on her chest, filed them away for later, and connected them with his tongue. That night he could see her more clearly. There were still no lights on in the bedroom, but the lights from his living room were filtering into his bedroom through the open sliding doors. Her breasts looked divine. He had no fucking idea how to put that visual out of his mind this time. Her rosy nipples reaching out to him, he wasted no time sucking them into his mouth while slowly stroking his hand down her body to feel her dripping folds.

"Harvey," she gasped.

"So wet for me."

"It's all your fault."

"Guilty as charged," he mumbled in between kisses. He really thought he could and would be more controlled tonight, but he felt clumsy. He just had to touch her everywhere, all at once. Her skin was scorching hot and so very soft. Her scent was filling his nostrils and fogging up his brain. The notion of sleeping with her made him almost lose his mind. And then her wandering hands reached his dick and he felt he might pass out.

She grabbed his cock and gently pumped it until she could feel moisture bead at the tip.

"Need you," she almost panted.

He was starting to move up the bed to grab protection, but then he saw her lying on his bed. Swollen lips, messy hair, flushed chest, and he couldn't help himself. He gently licked her pussy from bottom to top. He caught her by surprise, too. It was over before it had begun. Just one lick, but she would remember it days and weeks later. And soon he eased his condomed length into her waiting heat.

Unable to produce words or form a coherent thought in her mind, Donna could only moan at the sensation. She grabbed his ass to keep him close, something she didn't dare the night before. But tonight she definitely felt more unleashed. No bustier, no fear of destroying their friendship. She was just horny for Harvey and, for once, allowed herself to communicate it to him.

Grabbing his face to kiss him while he was fucking her with measured thrusts, Donna just wanted to feel close to him, like they were in a stupid Carpenters song. Despite the state of physical euphoria she was about to enter, she knew she was treading on dangerous territory. This was exactly why she had made up rules in the first place: to protect her heart. And then he thrusted his tongue into her mouth, alternating with his cock in her pussy, and she fell over the cliff. "Oh fuck" was the last thing she uttered before stars exploded behind her eyes.

Harvey had his face buried in her neck and fucked her through her orgasm. When she stopped spasming around him, he kissed her some more.

"Did you come?" she whispered.

"No."

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, I want to. But I don't have to," he assured her softly.

"Wanna fuck me from behind?" she suggested.

"Donna..."

"What? I think my clit is going to explode if I get any more friction."

"You sure?"

"Definitely," she assured him and pulled her hips back so she could turn around. She pushed her ass up and hugged a pillow – her own pillow.

Harvey sat back on his haunches and just enjoyed the view for a moment. Her pussy was glistening, her ass looked perfectly rounded. "You look so hot, Donna."

"Then fuck me. Please?"

He kneeled behind her and ran his hands from her shoulders to her tailbone before he positioned himself at her entrance. He sank into her, and her walls gripped him immediately. "Shit..."

He grabbed her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against her folds, getting her aroused again. Through his thrusts, her tits jiggled as they swung low, her nipples brushing against the sheets and hardening in response.

"Fuck," she whispered.

His fingers dug deeper into the skin around her hips, and he felt his orgasm nearing. Donna raised her ass a bit more, the angle making not only his cock slide deeper into her, but also making his balls now slap her clit. A deep growl escaped her throat. She grabbed his balls and held them against her clit, coaxing a yelp out of him.

"God, Donna, just like that," he moaned as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Harvey, I'm gonna come," she announced and toppled over the edge the moment she uttered it. He spilled into her immediately afterwards.

She let herself fall on the mattress, taking Harvey with her. They lay there, panting, for a long while. He kissed the back of her neck, licked her skin, inhaled her once more. He wished they could stay like this forever, but he felt a cramp in his calf coming, so he slipped out of her and turned to lie on his back.

Donna kissed his mouth while touching his chest and stomach with slow and gentle strokes. She could still feel her clit twitch from the intensity of her latest orgasm.

"Do you have tissues nearby? I'm so wet, I don't wanna ruin your sheets," she smiled with a touch of shyness.

"Sure."

He got up to clean himself and put a box of tissues next to her. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and went to bring them them each a tall glass of water. When he returned, he saw her pulling up her panties and slipping her pajama top back on. She left the pants on the floor next to Harvey's t-shirt and sweatpants. She gulped down the water and put the glass on the nightstand. They weren't talking, yet there was no awkwardness between them. They both went back to bed, getting cozy under the blanket, and soon their skin was touching again. Donna leaned in to kiss him, and his heart soared. Other than the previous night, he felt no hesitation or reluctance from her. He kissed her back and grabbed the back of her head to keep her close. Her hair felt so soft, he had to run his fingers through the tangerine strands.

"This thing we're doing..." she started.

His heart started racing. "Yeah?"

"Is killing my beauty sleep."

He gave her his best boyish grin. "As if you needed it..."

"Oh, I need it."

"But I wanna kiss you," he pouted.

"Me too. But I have to get up early tomorrow, go home, get ready for work, you know the drill."

"All right," he conceded. He felt tired, too. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted from the mind-blowing sex they just had.

Donna rearranged the pillows and turned to face him.

"Good night," she said.

Harvey put his hand on her hip and leaned in for a kiss. "Good night."

The next morning, Donna eyed a sleepy Harvey standing by the kitchen counter still only clad in his boxers. She was just grabbing her purse when he stretched out his arm. She saw he held something in his fist.

"What?"

"Here, I want you to have it back," he said as he gave her her old key to his apartment.

"Why?" she said without taking it.

"I'm going to be home late tonight. I don't want you to wait outside. Maybe you wanna bring some more of your stuff here, if you want. That way you could sleep longer in the mornings, you know. Get some beauty sleep," he smiled.

She took the key and put it in her purse. It had the same keychain on it. "All right."

"See you at work."

"Yeah. If you want, we can have lunch together or something."

"Sounds nice. I'll come by your office later."

"Good."

"Good."

They both stood there, grinning. The sun was just rising and tinting the apartment the same hue of tangerine as her hair.

"I better get going," she said and left.

Harvey released his breath and dry-washed his face.

This had gone better than the day before. His key was back with its rightful owner. They had agreed to have lunch, something they hadn't done in a long time. He turned on his coffee maker and went to grab a shower. As the hot water ran down his body, images of her from last night flooded his mind. He squirted some shower gel into his hand and spread it on his body. The thoughts of her made his dick half hard. He pumped it slowly and suddenly pictured her with him in the shower, all soapy and slippery. Now the imaginary version of Donna went down on her knees to take his cock into her mouth while she looked up at him with lustful eyes, her cheeks hollowing from the suction. Goddamnit, he thought. He really needed her in all parts of his life, even when he was getting himself off.

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