AN: Hi, dear readers. You're showering me with reviews, and I don't know what to make of it. This has never happened to me before, so let me thank you for making me feel so good about my writing :-) I'd be nothing without my amazing betas Yvonne and Bella, though, so you can thank them as well.

Someone asked in the reviews if we'll ever find out Harvey's wager. YES, you will. I will reveal it in the final chapter, you have to be patient. :-)

The following chapter contains some ass play, so feel free to skip this if you're not into that kinda thing.

The Savage Garden reference is for Cassie :-)

The Weekend, Part 2

Harvey blinked his eyes as the sunlight hit his face. It felt warm and cozy. He stretched his limbs as he turned around to find Donna facing away from him. He closed the gap between them and buried his face in her neck, placing small and gentle kisses on her soft skin, slowly coaxing her from her dreams.

A hum escaped her throat.

"What time is it?" she asked with a sleepy voice.

"After ten."

"Oh God, I gotta get up. I'm meeting my friends at eleven," she said as she left his bed.

Harvey pouted and stayed in bed for a while, watching her as she slipped on a silk robe, trying not to show her the disappointment he felt. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No, I'm good. I just have to... get ready." She said without really focusing on her words. She turned around as if to remember what to do next, seemingly lost.

She had seriously overslept. But Harvey assumed they both had needed the rest. Their past nights were — although exhilarating — quite exhausting. He couldn't think of a time where he'd had a better night's sleep in the recent past.

"Where do you have to go?"

"The Village."

She slipped out of the bedroom and got ready in the guest room where most of her stuff was. Harvey was slowly getting up as well. He brushed his teeth, checked his phone, and made himself some coffee. Every now and then, he chanced a glance in the direction of the guest room door to see if she was ready. At ten-thirty she came out, looking like a movie star on vacation in the South of France. She had put her still wavy hair half up, slipped on a summery dress with a pattern that she would never wear at work, wore wedge sandals, and held sunglasses and a purse in her hands.

"Wow. Look at you," he beamed.

"Thank you. I better get going. We're meeting at Jane. I'll text you when we're done."

"All right. Have a good time," he said, almost leaning in to kiss her.

"Thanks, Harvey," she said with a smile and left in somewhat of a hurry.

Harvey felt silly all of a sudden. Why did he have the impulse to kiss her? She's made it perfectly clear that they were sharing each other's bodies for the month, nothing more. But their nights felt like so much more. Their evening the day before had felt special to him. Not only because of the especially satisfying sex they'd had, but also because they had shared a meal on the balcony. He had never used that balcony for shared meals. From time to time, Harvey would enjoy his coffee in the morning out there, or a glass of scotch at night. But a full-blown three course meal? Not even with Paula had he done that. He didn't quite know what to do now. He was so unsure about it all. He wanted her. So much. And not just for sex. He was going out of his mind with an intense urge to be with her. But just thinking about telling her how he felt, he felt paralyzed by an insecurity so foreign to him that he barely recognized himself.

Grabbing his phone, Harvey searched through his contacts, letting his thumb hover just briefly over the call button, then pressing it.

Mike picked up after the third ring. "Harvey!"

"Hey, buddy," he said.

"Oh-oh. What do you need?"

He gulped. "Advice."

"That's a first."

"Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah."

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah. Rachel's gone grocery shopping. She found this little place that has her favorite palm oil-free pistachio spread in stock... You don't need to know this. I'm alone, yes."

"What I'm about to tell you has to stay between us. You cannot tell Rachel, do you understand?" he said seriously and empathically.

"Jesus Harvey, did you hire another fraud?" Mike joked.

"Very funny. I need some advice regarding Donna."

"Why, what happened?"

He pondered for a moment how he should phrase it. "We're sleeping together."

"Finally!" Mike cheered.

"It's not like that," Harvey stopped him.

He then told him the entire story. From the bet, to the wager, to her shampoo now being in his shower.

"And you have trouble identifying her true intentions how?"

"It's not so simple, Mike. She's made it abundantly clear that she wants nothing more than these thirty nights with me. She wants to go back to being friends, no harm no foul. She even suggested buying the damn condoms for Christ's sake."

"That's... considerate."

"But this doesn't feel like we're both doing it just for the physical pleasure. At least to me it doesn't. We're actually enjoying our time together."

"So, what's the problem? Tell her how you feel."

"How?"

"Play her that Savage Garden song about cherry cola," Mike joked.

"Are my problems a joke to you?" Harvey asked, hurt.

"No. I'm sorry," Mike said.

A silence fell between them. After a long while, Harvey spoke again. "What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it's all in my head? What if I tell and lose her because she doesn't feel the same way?"

"Harvey, I know for a fact that Donna wants more, too. Why do you think she suggested this in the first place? Didn't you say you both could've wished for anything in the world?"

"What are you saying?" the older man asked.

"She chose you of all things."

"Wait a second, how do you know she wants more?"

"I'm not gonna disclose my source, but you can make an educated guess."

"Rachel."

"I cannot confirm nor deny—"

"All right. Enough with the vagueness."

"Well, this isn't vague: She kissed you just a couple months ago. She showed you how she felt. And now, she did it again. For some reason, this gorgeous, smart and funny woman wants to spend her nights with a complete loser like you."

"Are you still talking about Donna, or Rachel?"

"The difference between the two is that I made my intentions clear to Rachel from the very beginning."

"That's not how I remember it."

"That's because you're not only a loser, but also very old and forgetful."

"OK, I'm hanging up now."

"Always nice talking to you, Harvey. Say hi to the missus from me."

"Likewise."

Harvey released a breath through his nose. He somehow felt relieved that Mike saw it like he did. But then again, Mike had encouraged Donna before, when Harvey had been with someone else. Nonetheless, he was the only person he could ask in that situation. God knew Marcus wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he asked them. And Louis was off-limits because no one in the office could find out.

Now Harvey was wondering if Mike was actually right about Donna's feelings for him, why had she suggested a strictly physical arrangement instead of a regular date? Why the thirty nights?

If his perception wasn't failing him, Donna was enjoying their nights — and days — as well. She had said as much the night before. Maybe Harvey had to show her more openly how he really felt about her.

A plan formed in his head. Nothing too big, they still had a couple weeks to go. Something small and meaningful would have to suffice for now.

Donna had said goodbye to her friends from her theater troupe and just came out of the café when she spotted him leaning against the next building. He put his phone in his pocket and gave her a killer smile. Full wattage, a twinkle in his eyes.

Donna couldn't help but reciprocate. She closed the distance to him in slow but long strides. Surprised to see him, she was still happy that he was there. She had not expected him to come all the way downtown. Earlier, she had felt bad for having left him alone in bed. She had secretly been looking forward to spend an hour or two in bed with him before she would have to leave. There were rules to adhere to, too. And mornings in his bed were definitely not in them.

"Hey, handsome. What are you doing here?" she asked as she eyed him. He wore black jeans and a casual dark blue shirt that she hadn't seen him in before.

"Thought I'd pick you up. Maybe you need a consultant on your wardrobe options for the upcoming week," he grinned.

"Aren't you thoughtful?" she remarked. Her hand was drawn to his chest all of a sudden.

Harvey wished he could kiss her at that moment, well aware that this was not the first time the same thought had crossed his mind that day. He opted for the second best option, offering her his arm as they turned in the right direction to hail a cab.

"How was brunch?" he asked her when they were sitting in the back of the cab.

"Great. Hadn't seen those guys in a while."

"Any performances on the horizon?"

"Not in the near future, no. I wanna get through this turmoil at work first," she said and put her hand on his thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Without having thought much about the action, she had done so more on impulse.

His eyes were glued to her hand. Never did he think the quite innocent public display of affection could get his heart racing like that. But here he was, on the corner of 14th street and 9th grade, a pleasant tingling spreading in his belly.

"Donna," he said in that deep register that both shook her to her core and made her knees go weak.

"I know. I know, Harvey," she said and slowly took her hand away from him.

He swallowed. Carefully taking her hand, he placed it back on his thigh, looking at her gently.

Donna smiled back at him, hoping she hadn't insulted him by retrieving her hand. It was just that she was very unsure about physical contact in public.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at her place.

As soon as the door had clicked shut behind him, he grabbed her with all his might and pulled her towards him to give her a searing kiss, unable to resist the strong desire he felt in his chest anymore. Their tongues touched immediately, her mouth opened to him, and respective moans were swallowed. His hands grabbed both cheeks of her ass through the fabric of her dress.

"Can we have sex at your place as well?" he asked when they had to separate for air.

"We've done it before," Donna panted, a little overwhelmed by his sudden kiss.

"So it's not against the rules?" he dared to ask.

Donna gave him a lazy smile. "As long as you're thorough, it isn't against the rules."

"Great, because I can't wait to have you on the kitchen counter," he announced before he dragged her across the hallway.

Arriving in the kitchen, he faced her, pressing her against the cool marble surface. She unbuttoned his shirt and felt his scorching skin under the tips of her fingers. "You're hot."

"Likewise," he said and turned her around.

He attacked her neck with his lips, rasping his teeth over the delicate skin, sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck," she groaned in response, knowing he'd get her wet in record time with his ministrations. She made quick work of her dress and bra.

His hands grabbed her tits and roughly kneaded them, letting her feel his hard cock on her ass at the same time, and then moved her dress up to reveal dark blue underwear. Harvey appreciated the view, but he would much rather have her naked, he pulled her panties down quickly. He brought a condom which he retrieved from his pocket, his mouth never leaving the side of her neck. Donna turned around to kiss him hungrily as she undid his pants, his cock stretching the fabric so much that she almost couldn't unzip him. She pushed his pants and underwear over his ass and listened for the thud that signaled both had landed on the floor, a combination of his wallet and phone in the pockets serving as an anchor.

Donna took the latex from his hands, and rolled it down his length. She gave him a lingering kiss before she turned back around and leaned her upper body forward. She felt his hands roughly palming the cheeks of her ass.

Harvey entered her slowly but in one thrust, filling her to the brim. She hissed at their contact. After just a moment getting used to the sensation, he pulled out completely and pushed back in, holding her by her hips.

"Oh God," she encouraged him.

"You like that?"

"Yes."

He repeated it, and fucked her with more force. For a while he kept up the slow but intense rhythm, his eyes glued to her freckled back and flaming red hair.

"Play with your pussy for me," he demanded, his voice raspy and full of need.

Donna did as she was told and ran her fingers between her soaking folds. She then moved them in the direction of her entrance to feel his hard cock disappear in it. She formed a ring around his dick with her thumb and index finger, gripping him tightly.

Harvey grunted in pleasure. She, again, was making him feel better than he thought possible. At the same time, he didn't want this to end so soon. "Thought I said to play with your pussy."

"And who's to say you're not my pussy?" she challenged.

"The fact that I'm balls deep in your pussy at the moment."

"Hm, I love it when you talk dirty..." she grinned.

"Oh yeah? You also like it when I do this?" he asked and palmed her soft breasts before gently tugging on their hard, rosy peaks.

"Love it."

"Me, too," he said and squeezed her breasts once more. "Now be a good girl and rub your clit for me."

Donna let go of his cock and pinched her clit with her wet fingers.

"You better hold on to the counter, because I'm gonna fuck you hard right now," he whispered into her ear.

She growled in response, using her left hand to hold onto the counter, and awaited his pounding.

Harvey pulled out, and quickly fucked into her, setting an impossible pace.

"Shit, Harvey. This feels so fucking good."

"Fuck yeah," he panted.

He pistoned into her, never letting up and feeling his orgasm build. He let go of her breasts and brought both of his hands to her ass, carefully spreading her cheeks to provide himself with the most arousing view of her. He groaned from the sight, then he halted.

"Harvey!" she protested.

"I know we said we would talk about this before... but Donna, would you let me touch your asshole?"

Turning her head, Donna unblinkingly replied to him. "Yes."

"Really?" he asked, completely intrigued.

"Really," she said, closing the distance between them and kissing him gently.

Resuming her position on the kitchen counter, she waited for him to take action.

Harvey gulped when he saw her hands spreading her ass cheeks apart for him. This was new for them, and his heart soared when he considered the trust Donna put in him.

"You still there?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Now please go back to work and make me come," she demanded.

He snapped out of his daze and let his fingers wander to her folds to gather some of her juices, then gently coating her puckered rim with them. He ghosted her asshole with his index finger, enjoying her soft moans at the contact. The sight alone kicked his horniness up a notch.

"You good?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned.

"How does it feel?" he asked, making sure she was still fine with everything.

"Naughty... Hot as hell. How does it look?" Donna asked, her voice sounding sultry and sexy.

He gulped. He hasn't seen anything hotter in his life. "So fucking hot," the groaned.

"Then resume fucking me," Donna demanded as her fingers went back to work her clit.

"Christ, Donna. Yes!"

Harvey obeyed, and pushed his cock inside her again. Donna felt thoroughly being taken care of. His thick cock had always been enough to get her to orgasm, but with his fingers on her ass, she felt she was about to explode from the sensation.

A low moan escaped her throat. His ministrations made her speed up her own. She felt her orgasm near.

"How's that?" he asked, using more pressure on her asshole. His thrusts slowed due to his split focus.

"So fucking good."

"Good."

He picked up his pace again, intensifying the pressure on her backside. He pounded into her pussy, held onto her hip with his left hand, and hoped that she was as close as he was.

Donna felt her inner walls begin to flutter as she continually rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. It was all too much for her; his cock in her pussy, his fingers on her backside, her own fingers on her clit.

She whimpered that she was close, heard Harvey announce he was too, and Donna finally let herself go and pulled him over the edge with her.

They were a panting mess of sweaty bodies on her kitchen counter, Harvey collapsing on her back where he kissed each patch of skin his mouth could reach.

Words didn't find them after each had caught their breaths and gone to the bathroom.

Donna was back first, generously spraying the kitchen counter with all-purpose cleaner and wiping everything spotless. Harvey came back and kissed her deeply.

"Donna, I have no words," he smiled from ear to ear.

"Fuckalicious?"

"Fuckalicious?" he mocked.

"Well, excuse me for having severe post-orgasmic brain fog. Which is totally your fault by the way."

"I've heard worse complaints."

"Such a low bar," she giggled and kissed him back, her hands on his chest.

"Wanna take a look at that closet of yours?"

"Sure," she said and dragged him into her bedroom, just like she had done thirteen years ago. Only now, they couldn't have a more different agenda. Not taking clothes off, but putting them on.

After half-an-hour, Harvey cleared his throat, watching Donna put the last of her dresses for the week into a laundry bag. "Listen, I was thinking, since you, um, agreed to bring some of your stuff over to my place, I was wondering what you thought about Ray driving us both to work every morning. That way we wouldn't use two separate cars. Do something for the environment."

Donna chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I don't know, Harvey."

"If you're worried about being seen getting out of the car with me, I'm sure Ray could drop you off around the corner and we could take different entrances to the building."

"It's not what I'm worried the most about, although it is up there, too," she said as she looked at him worriedly. He was sitting on her bed, and she was standing in front of him.

"What is it then?" he asked while taking her hand.

"I'm not sure I want Ray to know we're sleeping together."

"Because he would get jealous?"

"Obviously..." she smiled.

"And for real?"

"I like being in our bubble. I haven't told anyone about us. Not my mom or Rachel, nor my friends whom I just met earlier. Patrice asked me about my glow, and I said nothing. Actually lied to her about trying out a new moisturizer."

Harvey gulped. Now he felt honestly bad about having told Mike about them. "But Ray wouldn't tell anyone, he knows none of your friends."

"I know, it's just..."

"What? Maybe he won't connect the dots."

"He's not an idiot! He would know."

"Don't you trust Ray? He's a good man."

"I know he is," she said and let that hang in the air for a moment.

Donna knew that Harvey was right about Ray. The driver was one of the most outstandingly honest men she had ever met. Deep down, Donna was sure they probably would not get caught coming to work together. So why was she still reluctant to agree to Harvey's suggestion? With all her might, she tried to hold on to the rules about their thirty night arrangement. She never had planned to bring all her stuff over to Harvey's place. And she never had planned for their arrangement to become more than it had been intended for. This was not just something physical anymore. It was almost like sex and playing house. And she had to admit to herself that while she had come up with the thirty nights, it had been Harvey who had suggested bringing her stuff to his apartment. It had also been his idea to have dinner together and not just meet up for random sex. From where she was standing, it looked an awful lot like Harvey was making an effort to show her how much he cared about her. And maybe it was time for her to signal to him that this was more for her as well. She figured she might as well concede to his idea.

"Ok, fine. Let's go to work together."

Harvey smiled and grabbed her other hand, too. He pulled her down and kissed her with everything he had.

Later that night, when both were back in his bed and too tired to do anything but hold each other and press soft kisses to the other's face, Donna wrinkled her nose.

"What?" he whispered.

"Can you smell that?"

"What?"

"Your sheets smell nice."

"I washed them earlier, when you were at your brunch."

"You can do that?"

"I'm forty-three years old. I can handle a washer-dryer."

"Well, aren't you full of surprises? I like the scent."

"You still good with Ray driving us?"

"Yeah. As long as you don't grope me in front of him or anything."

"I think I have that much self-control."

She raised one eyebrow in response, thinking back to their unrestrained fucking in her kitchen.

She smiled at him. "We'll see..."

Maybe a little action behind the partition wouldn't hurt.

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