AN: Hey, dear readers. Thank you for your patience. I hope this chapter makes up for the two-week wait. Thank you a million times for your continued support and your lovely reviews.

As always, massive thanks to my betas Yvonne and Bella for their help and the time they put into this.


Chapter 9: Eat me

It was their second to last weekend together and this time it was Donna's turn to cook. Harvey had eyed her curiously as she had announced her plans the night before.

She had gotten to his apartment late because she'd had tickets to the theater. He had been working late anyway, but when she still hadn't been home by midnight, he had succumbed to sleep.

Home. Had he really thought of his apartment as their mutual home just now?

It was almost one in the morning when she snuck into his place. She quickly went through her bathroom routine in the guest bath so not to disturb him. But then she saw him sleeping in his bed. He was clad in boxers only, lying on his back with his cell phone still in his hand. She took the phone and placed it on the nightstand, then kneeled on the floor next to him.

She whispered his name, causing him to stir.

"Hey."

"Hey, you're back."

"Sorry I'm so late. We went out for drinks after the play."

"It's OK. Come here," he said sleepily before scooting over to make room for her in the bed.

He kissed her before she had fully settled next to him, her fingertips stroking his smooth skin. Harvey was wondering if this it what it would be like if they actually were together instead of just sleeping together. Just thinking about a time after their arrangement filled him with fluttery hope as well as paralyzing fear of being rejected. Too afraid to mention anything before the thirty nights were over, he, yet again, thought it best to focus on fulfilling their bodily needs. For now.

"It's so unfair, you know. We women always have to put on lingerie to feel sexy and you in your boxers are the epitome of hotness."

He smiled and pressed his lips to her ear. "You're hot no matter what you wear."

Then he kissed her, his hands touching her wherever he could reach. Her skin felt as smooth as the silk of the negligé she was wearing.

When he reached her ass, he could feel the bumps under the smooth silk and he knew she wore lace underwear.

"You said it was unfair that men look good in just boxers and then you wear this," he mumbled in between kisses.

She smiled. Of course he wanted her naked. "Maybe I'm just trying to even out the system."

"Maybe you should take it off. Everything," his tone sounded noncommittal at first, but he was demanding it.

Helping her out of her clothes, he said the line that would elevate their night by a notch or two. "Ride my face."

And so she did. Until her hips gave out, her juices were dripping down his chin, and her clit was so overstimulated that she came a second and third time in quick succession.

Afterwards, they kissed some more, she was looking at him, and suggested it. "We didn't have dinner together today. Maybe I can cook us something tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" he asked, giving her a questioning look.

"Why not?"

"Let me check if my fire insurance is updated first."

Which earned him a playful hit on his chest.

"FYI, I didn't set my kitchen on fire during that god-awful dinner party," she clarified.

"No, but I'll say that's the only thing you didn't do," he joked, his smile a full-blown smirk.

"And don't you think I've improved over the last fourteen years?"

"Of course you have. But all I'm saying is that you don't have to know how to cook. I only know a couple of dishes. I can feed myself, but I'm not a Michelin star chef."

"For the record, I took a cooking class with Rachel a couple years ago. She gave it to me for my birthday."

"All right. If you wanna cook, then cook. I'll quickly order a fire extinguisher on Amazon," he said as he reached for his phone, which earned him a second slap on his chest.


He had forgotten all about her plan to cook when he entered his apartment the next day. He had a long workout at the gym, and when he rounded the corner to his kitchen, he found Donna as she was chopping an onion. He hadn't counted on her being back already from yoga and a trip to her apartment for some new clothes.

"You were serious," he remarked with a curious look on his face, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.

"When am I not?" she challenged and put the knife away.

Instead of pouring more oil in the fire, he decided to ask her about the food. "What are you making?"

"Something for me, something for you, and something for us."

"Meaning?"

"I can't give away all my secrets. You'll find out soon enough," she smiled and ushered him out of the kitchen.

When Harvey came back into the living room after a long and hot shower, he was told to sit at the head of the table in his dining area. Shortly after, a plate with green salad and deviled eggs was put in front of him.

Donna sat to his right, her heart racing. The food at that god-awful dinner party had been bad for a number of reasons. She was hoping that she indeed had improved since then.

"Is this the ominous 'something for me'?"

"No, this is for me," she clarified.

"Didn't know you liked deviled eggs."

"Only when prepared after my aunt's recipe."

They both dug in.

Harvey wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin that Donna must've brought from her place. "Those weren't too bad."

"High compliment," she smiled and quickly cleared their dishes.

He followed her to the kitchen. "Need some help?"

"Nope. You can sit back down."

"What if I wanna help?" he asked, pleading with his eyes.

"Fine. Turn on the music and get me the pasta from the pantry."

A moment later, he came back with the pasta and watched her with a curious look. He saw there was already a pot with a lid on the stove. Donna grabbed some things from the fridge. She unwrapped chicken breasts while being scrutinized by him.

She gaped at him. "Geez Harvey, I didn't know you were a kitchen overlord."

"What are you talking about?"

"You watch me like I'm destroying your holiest place."

"Not at all. I'm just wondering if you're maybe making chicken parm..."

She smiled. "A little birdie told me it's your favorite."

"You talked to Marcus," he stated.

"Maybe I did."

"When?"

"Earlier today."

"And?"

"I asked him what your favorite homemade meal was, and he said chicken parm. I asked for the recipe, he handed me over to your mom, and—"

"What?"

"Are you going deaf? I said he handed me over to your mom," she said louder, for emphasis.

"You talked to my mom?" Harvey didn't believe his ears.

"Well, it had to happen at some point," Donna said confidently.

"But you've never met," he said, his face falling. This was not how Lily was supposed to meet Donna. In his mind, they would be introduced by him in person, not via Marcus over the phone. And preferably, it would have happened after he'd told Donna that he was in love with her. The feeling had solidified over the last weeks and days. He was just trying to find the right time to tell her.

"So? I talk to a lot of people on the phone whom I've never met."

"Not relatives of mine."

"Relax, Harvey. It was just a recipe. Apparently, your brother had already told her about me, so it wasn't like we were total strangers."

"I'm gonna kill him."

"For letting me speak to your mother?" she asked incredulously, facing him. Why was he getting mad at her about that? It wasn't like she had asked his mother for baby pictures to mock him. Or better yet, show them to Louis.

After all this domesticity she'd experienced with Harvey in the previous three weeks, she could have done without the mixed messages. She was under the impression that after he had made up with his mother, he was fine with Lily knowing things about his life. Donna knew that Harvey wasn't the oversharing kind of person with people at work, but maybe he was very private with his family as well. But still, she had felt their thirty-night experiment had brought them a lot closer.

"For telling her about you!" he clarified.

"What's the big deal? Are you that ashamed of me?"

"What? No, that's not what this is about." He waved it off.

"Then what is it?" she asked, losing her patience.

"It's nothing."

"Well this doesn't seem like nothing," she said, motioning between the two of them.

He looked like he was going to open his mouth, but he stayed silent. After a while, he said, "Let's just forget about it, OK?"

She agreed with him. There was no use starting a fight with him. She had to get through their main course to make it to dessert. Cooking was stressing her out enough as it was.

Wondering about the root of his anger, she went back to her notes to see what the next steps of the recipe were.

Harvey stood next to her and watched her bread the chicken, then boil the water for the pasta. He felt terrible. He didn't want to lose his temper or make her feel bad. He was touched that she had reached out to his brother to ask for his favorite food. How could he possibly explain his reaction to her without scaring her away? She had made it clear that this was a thirty-night thing, so he didn't want to overwhelm her with declarations of love. He didn't want her to reconsider their agreement if he acted prematurely. And most importantly, he didn't want to get his heart ripped out of his ribcage by her rejection on top of losing his closest friend and confidante.

Donna pan-fried the chicken and put the pasta in the water. They stayed silent. She was trying her best to stay calm, but his overreaction didn't leave her unaffected. Knowing about his past with Lily, she knew it was risky to tell him about having talked to her on the phone. But it hadn't been her intention to talk to her in the first place, she had called Marcus. Maybe she should have pointed it out to Harvey how talking to his mother had been a coincidence. At the same time, she didn't want to add oil to the fire. Attempting to see it from his point of view, Donna realized that randomly talking to his mother could've come across as a big intrusion into his personal life and she hadn't intended that. Feeling like her suggestion of the thirty nights was already a big leap of confidence, Donna had overall tried to be more reserved and not overwhelm him with more bold deeds.

She had to focus on the food for now. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was belligerent because he had come back from the boxing gym. She didn't know.

Both seemed to try to forget about it over the chicken parm. They had some wine while talking about things that had happened at work over the week, avoiding any topics about family.

"Listen, Donna, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to lash out like that. You just caught me by surprise," he said appeasingly. "Are we good?"

"We're good. We both know you're an idiot," she said, grinning because it was her favorite thing to call him.

They sat at the table for a while longer before they put the dishes away. Donna told Harvey to sit back down while she was getting their dessert.

"Now, don't turn around, OK? It's a surprise."

"All right."

He could hear her open the fridge. Then it was quiet for a moment. And afterwards, he heard whipped cream being sprayed out of the can. He trained his eyes on the table, but the suspense was killing him.

Donna's steps were nearing the dining table. Harvey briefly closed his eyes so not to cheat. He waited for the noise of the plate being put on the table, but when nothing came, he opened his eyes. She was standing to his right, immobile. He looked up to her, not believing what he was seeing. His jaw dropped all the way to his downstairs neighbor. Donna, topless, her bottom half clad in black stockings, a garter belt, and black high heels; her breasts covered in whipped cream.

"Donna..." he gulped, unable to utter another word.

She rounded his chair and motioned for him to move it back a little. Sitting on his lap, she let her hand rest on his shoulders. Donna could feel the tension under the fabric of his shirt.

"Don't you want dessert?" she drawled, scooping up some whipped cream from the top of her breast, and offering him her finger to lick it off.

He snapped out of his reverie and wasted not another second. He sucked her finger clean in no time.

She arched her back and moved her hands from his shoulders to the table behind her to give him better access. His mouth was immediately on her chest. He licked away the melting cream, humming when he exposed her hard nipple. "Fuck."

He sucked the peak into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue, circling the rosy skin till he had rid it of the cream. He sped up his movements to catch every last drop of the whipped cream, licking her stomach. Standing up, he lifted Donna onto the table. He cleaned her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples occasionally, then moving further down where the muscle dipped into her bellybutton. Letting his tastebuds guide him, he continued to taste the sticky sweetness of the whipped cream.

Donna moaned at his ministrations. She loved being his dessert. He had his hands on her thighs now, being very methodical at licking her clean. When she could see no more white liquid running down her belly, she lay back on the table and spread her legs. "You missed a spot," she said and spread her folds with a manicured hand, baring her clit to him.

Harvey didn't have to be told twice, his pants getting even more uncomfortable at the view she gave him.

He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her core like a starved man, gliding his tongue over her folds, between them, then nipping at her thighs. She pulled his hair to keep him in place. He continually flicked his tongue against her clit, making her lightheaded and wishing he would never stop.

His hands found the damp skin of her breasts. He kneaded them while sucking on her clit.

"Harvey," she moaned.

"You taste so good," he said, beaming up to her. They shared a look. Donna sat up to kiss him, tasting herself and the remainder of the whipped cream on his lips. She produced a condom from the back of her garter belt, and held it in front of his face.

"Take your clothes off and wear this," she ordered.

He smirked, undressed at an unprecedented speed, and rolled the condom down his rigid cock. Donna watched him and bit her lower lip in anticipation. When he was ready and sitting back down in the chair, she moved from the table and onto his lap before she impaled herself on his length.

"Oh, fuckfuckfuck," she hissed when he was fully sheathed inside her. Her clit was already throbbing. She held onto his shoulders once again and slowly began fucking him.

"Oh, Donna," he moaned. He was out of his mind with arousal for this woman.

She felt so warm, wet, and tight around him. Her movements remained at a slow pace, but that didn't mean it wasn't hot as hell. It felt so sensual and deliberate.

She fucked him at this leisurely pace for minutes, just enjoying being this close to him.

His arms snaked around her back, pulling her even closer.

"I'm so fucking close already," she said.

"You feel fucking incredible," he moaned.

"Oh, God, so do you. You make me crazy."

He let his hand wander from her back to her hip before he found her clit.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

He circled the bundle of nerves, flicking his fingertips against it, and within seconds had her writhing and twitching uncontrollably. The sounds that escaped her throat were low and intense.

She rode out her orgasm, trying to get her breathing under control.

Coming back down to earth, she kissed him passionately. He had given her a very powerful orgasm, so she wanted to repay the favor.

"Hm, that was intense. But what are we doing about you?" she asked.

He wordlessly lifted her back up on the table and fucked her hard at a fast pace. He pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, continuing with his merciless speed as he pounded into her. And Donna just took it. Took his powerful thrusts, loving every second of it.

"Harvey, oh my God!" she whimpered as he continually hit her g-spot with his hardness.

She felt herself nearing the edge once again, taking both of his hands in hers to pull herself closer to him.

He could feel her inner walls starting to flutter around his cock, her moans getting higher-pitched. He pulled his cock out and tapped her clit with it once, twice, three times before sinking back into her tight heat, making her come. Her ankles locked behind his head and she rocked against his pubic bone. Harvey pulled out and kept tapping her clit with the head of his cock, prolonging her orgasm while getting his own to build up. When she stopped spasming, he took her legs down from his shoulders, pressing a kiss to her calf.

"Can I come on your tits?" he asked, his voice deep and full of lust, his eyes darker than she had ever seen.

"Fuck, yeah," she said.

He pulled the condom off his cock and stroked his length over her stomach. It didn't take long before his cum splashed onto her flushed chest and stomach in thick, white ribbons, painting her with his seed.

He admired his work of art with a satisfied smile.

Donna pushed her tits together, spreading his cum all over herself. Harvey couldn't believe his eyes. She then licked her fingers. He leaned down to kiss first her mouth, then her tits, swirling his tongue around both her nipples, his cock slowly softening after his intense orgasm.

"I take it all back. You should cook every night."

"In your dreams..."

He smiled. "Wanna hop under the shower with me?"

"You wanna get me all soapy," she stated.

"You know I do," he confirmed with a low growl.

"Maybe next time. I wanna wear you all day tomorrow at work."

"Donna!" he said, shocked.

"What? Can't stand the thought of seeing me at work and knowing I'm still covered in you?" she teased.

He closed his eyes to calm himself down. "You are going to be the death of me."


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