Chapter One: Reckless
So, after my little poll, it was kind of a toss up between the quarantine fic and this one. Since this one has many more finished chapters, I figured I'd start posting them while I work on the quarantine fic some more, and of course later chapters of this fic. I plan to start posting the quarantine fic before this one is done.
I've basically had this story on my computer for well over two years now – honestly, I kindda thought I'd never post it. But, you all have inspired me to do it, so thank you!
Just an FYI, the story has a T/M rating. This chapter is probably 60% M-rated. Also, it is basically just an introductory/transitional one. In all honesty, not much happens, but I really hope you'll give the story a chance. While the story will be more fluff than Deviation, it will also have angst and drama.
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Blindly reaching over his shoulder, an exasperated groan rolls off his lips as he feels around for his cell phone, hoping to silence the blaring alarm that's assaulting his senses. After a few seconds of fumbling, he's finally able to mute the offensive noise, and falls back against his pillow, allowing himself a few peaceful moments as he tries to slowly will himself awake and prepare for the day ahead.
Normally, on these kinds of mornings – when he hasn't had anywhere near enough sleep and his muscles still ache from his nighttime activities, he'd let himself rest for another hour or maybe even two. Unfortunately, on this particular morning, he doesn't have the option to linger. Instead, he has a full day of interviews scheduled, all of which he's been unsuccessfully trying to get out of for weeks. Jessica has been insistent, though – he needs an associate.
He's been dreading it all week – enduring interview after interview, suffering through mind-numbing and tedious conversations with Harvard graduates, all telling him exactly what they think he wants to hear in hopes of becoming the newest hire at Pearson Hardman.
The last thing he wants to do is get out of bed, but the clock is ticking and he regrettably doesn't have the option to stroll in late.
When his eyes finally flutter open and he gets a peek at the bare naked woman lying just inches away, her entire back completely exposed as the bedsheet drapes just over her hip – he's even less inclined to force himself out of bed.
It's why his next move is to immediately glance at the time and try to figure out how much of it he possibly has to spare.
After a bit of math and some quick deliberation, he decides that, with a few adjustments to his usual morning routine, he can fulfill his sudden cravings and still being relatively on time.
Either way, it's not like he's the one being interviewed – no one can complain if he's a little behind.
With the decision made, he reaches out, maneuvering her hair off her shoulder as he scoots closer, relishing the way she fits against him in all the right places. Itching to let his hands explore, he palms the side of her body, appreciating her perfect curves and caressing her bare flesh, so warm and smooth. Leaning in, he buries his face in her neck, placing soft kisses all the way down while his hands travel upwards.
It's when he gets a breast in his hand and starts to nip at her earlobe that he hears the hum of approval, causing a smile to sneak onto his lips.
"Morning," he whispers, letting her feel the curve of his mouth, that smug smile she's become all too familiar with.
As she starts to stir in his grasp, stretching her arms and legs, he doesn't let up, continuing to suck at that sensitive spot on her neck.
"Harvey," she groans after she chances a look at the clock. "You know we don't have time for this," she reminds him, despite the ache she's feeling in between her legs.
"Sure, we do," he disagrees, mumbling the words against her collarbone. "I already worked it all out in my head," he assures her.
He can anticipate her skepticism before she even has time to scoff or say, "Oh yeah? How'd you do that?"
"If I cut my shower to under five minutes," he begins, pressing his lips to her skin. "Button my shirt on the way to the elevator," he continues, with a kiss to her shoulder. "Put on my belt in the elevator," he keeps going while adding two kisses along her clavicle. "Put on my tie and start checking my e-mails in the car," he lists before getting his mouth back on her neck. "And don't stop for coffee," he concludes while nipping at her throat. "I should make it to the office by 8:20," he explains, wrapping his hand around her other breast as he drops another kiss to her skin. "Plenty of time to meet with Jessica before heading to the hotel for the interviews," he rationalizes, clearly quite proud of his forethought.
"Yeah? And what about me?" She asks, turning in his embrace and staring up at him through her eyelashes. "You know we can't show up together, and I can't exactly get ready in the car," she points out, while trying not to get distracted by his palm sweeping down her back and curving over her ass.
"Lucky for you, your boss won't mind if you're running late," he smirks, busy with maneuvering her body on top of him, her warm thighs surrounding his hips.
"And if Jessica notices?" she challenges, amused by his determination but not quite ready to give in.
She's always liked to make him work for it.
"I'll tell her you had an appointment," he shrugs, much more focused on adjusting her body, so she's exactly where he wants her. "Why don't you just meet me at the hotel?" He suggests, as he gets an ass cheek in each palm and nudges her forward, pressing her firmly against his hardening cock.
Holding his breath, he's impatiently waiting as she considers the proposal, carefully eyeing him and being so completely unreadable, it's driving him crazy. She's barely touched him at all and he's already wound up just thinking about her.
The things this woman does to him – he'll never understand.
"Donna," he pleads as he deliberately rolls his hips, causing his erection to surge against her, while she basically pulls off a miracle, forcing herself not to react to the pressure building between her thighs. "C'mon," he implores, the pleading in his voice making him even harder to resist.
Not that she was ever planning to.
"Alright," she agrees with a playful roll of her eyes, acting as if she hadn't planned on giving in from the moment he started drowning that sensitive spot on her neck with attention. "But we've got to be fast – fifteen minutes tops," she negotiates, still trying to be responsible.
"Fine," he agrees before rolling her over, so he lands right in between her legs.
"And that's for both of us," she emphasizes as she sticks her finger into his chest. "Don't think you can just leave me hanging," she tells him, using that mock stern glare she likes to direct his way, from time to time.
"Hey, when have I ever left you hanging?" He asks, looking just a bit offended.
"Well…"
"Okay, that was not my fault and you know it!" He argues, interjecting before she can even get two words out. "If we hadn't been interrupted, I would've rocked your world," he retorts, that silly smirk reappearing on his lips. "And I made it up to you the second we got home," he reminds her. "Twice," he adds, with an ever-expanding grin.
Donna can't help but chuckle in response. She knows he's right, but she'll never get tired of teasing him about it.
"Well, just so we're clear. The fifteen minute mark does not count as an 'interruption', so you better make every second count," she playfully declares.
"Oh I will," he promises, looking too smug for his own good.
Donna is laughing once again, looking beautiful and amused, before he leans in and silences her with a bruising kiss. He licks his way into her mouth, making her hum in appreciation, as he thrusts his hips, letting her feel him in between her legs.
He could kiss her like this for hours, but he's low on time, so he eventually pulls away and starts making his way down, his lips and tongue stealing tastes of her body as he goes lower and lower.
He starts by slicking a few kisses down her jaw before shifting towards her pulse point and sucking at the curve of her throat. It's his breath against her neck that makes her whole body tingle, and sends goosebumps racing down her spine.
As he moves lower, his focus switches to her chest as her fingers land on the back of his neck, encouraging him with her touch. With her chin tipped in the air, his mouth hovers over her sternum, pressing his lips along the warm dip between her breasts.
Lifting his head, he takes a moment to pull back and just look, wanting to memorize the sight of her like this – in his bed, her darkening eyes meeting his, and her strawberry-colored tips, stiff, and inviting the flick of his tongue.
Things still feel pretty new between them, but it doesn't matter how many times it's been – he wants every single instance committed to memory.
Leaning in, he gets his mouth on one breast while he cups the other, rolling the nipple back and forth exactly how she likes. It gets just the reaction he was looking for – the sharp inhale and her every tremble an invitation to continue. And of course, he does – switching to circle her other nipple with his tongue while his palm kneads the opposite breast.
She's arching her body, now; her legs opening up a bit wider, encouraging him further.
So, he keeps going – his mouth exploring her flat stomach as his hands do all kinds of things to her body on their way down. She can feel her temperature rising as he gets lower, nipping at her belly button and sucking along her very faint tan line.
He can sense her impatience, tension spreading throughout her body, and he relishes having that kind of influence over her. Savoring just a few more seconds of this slow torment, he eventually reaches his destination and tosses her legs over his shoulders, licking his lips at the sight of her open, vulnerable, and aroused for him.
Lifting herself up, Donna rests on her elbows to watch, looking so elegant and dreamy as her hair falls down to frame her face.
With a big smile from his spot in between her thighs, he quickly refocuses. He'd normally continue on, prolonging the tease for a bit, but he doesn't have enough time for that. So, instead, he dives right in – licking her from bottom to top before swirling his tongue around her bundle of nerves.
Closing her eyes, she releases a content sigh, just enjoying the feel of his warm breath, the way he mouths at her before really opening her up and orbiting her clit. Even in a hurry, he knows exactly how she likes it – the right amount of pressure, circles with just a touch of back and forth, repeating the gesture until she's writhing in his sheets, and then finally, suction, nice and direct, but starting off gentle and slowly building the pressure.
"Shit," she gasps, clutching two fistfuls of bedsheets, her head falling back onto the pillows.
Biting back a smug grin, he continues to nip at her, using varying degrees of force, as his tongue sends sensations all throughout her body. She's arching her back now, her hips rising to attention, grinding against him as her toes clench in the air. Meanwhile, her fingers are curling against his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, unable to stop herself.
His palm slides up her thighs, fingers locating her entrance and finding her completely wet and ready. If it wasn't for their time constraints, he'd let her get off like this, but he knows they really need to get going. So, with one last twirl of his tongue, he pulls away and crawls back up her body, placing a searing kiss on her lips before sitting back on his heels.
His dick in his hand, he takes a moment to tempt her, letting his cock tap her clit and his head hover against her entrance. Getting impatient, she wiggles her hips, biting her lip and digging her fingertips into his thighs. "Harvey…" she whines, almost pleading with him to move.
Done teasing her, he finally gives her what she wants, reaching down to line himself up. And just as he's done almost every single time since they started doing this last month, his gaze remains fixed on her face as he sinks inside – her eyes closed, bottom lip in between her teeth, and her chin in the air.
It's his absolute favorite sight.
As he bottoms out, he maneuvers his body so he's leaning over her again, watching and waiting until she's adjusted to his size. She shifts her hips, the initial shock becoming a slow, pleasant stretch, as she raises her legs to accommodate him. It's when she lifts her chin, meeting his gaze with a smile and tugging at his shoulders, letting his full weight press down on her, that he knows.
Still, he takes a moment to lean in for a kiss, coaxing her mouth open and nipping at her tongue as he starts slow, easing in and out of her. Then, remembering their time restraints, he picks up the pace, earning some appreciative noises from the woman underneath him.
"I really need to start setting my alarm clock earlier," he grumbles, as he nibbles on her ear.
"I would've thought you'd gotten enough last night," she responds, kind of breathless.
"Of you?" He asks, somewhat incredulous. "Yeah, I don't see how I'll ever get enough," he retorts, using that low tone of voice – the one that makes her body tingle all the way to her toes.
He punctuates the thought with a powerful thrust, making her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her. "Harvey," she moans, his words and his dick having quite the effect on her.
"Yeah?" He replies, pulling back just a couple inches, that confident grin lighting up his face.
Normally, she'd give the cocky bastard a taste of his own medicine, but he's earned the right to be smug – he gave her two orgasms last night and she's well on her way to a third.
"Mhm," she whines, the sound reverberating between his ears, as she tilts her head back in pleasure.
Overwhelming her with a heated kiss, he increases the pace, causing her to jolt beneath him and gasp for air as his chest rubs against her sensitive nipples. He starts working her neck over – his tongue and teeth making her shudder.
Lifting her hips to meet each thrust, she can feel his clenched stomach muscles pressing against her and his strong arms on either side of her body as the remainder of yesterday's cologne invades her nostrils.
Withdrawing his cock almost all the way out, he immediately sinks back inside her, pulling a strangled groan right from her lips. Diving into her, again and again, he gains momentum with each and every plunge.
"Fuck," she cries, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open, and gasping from each thrust.
Sensing how close she is, he moves back on his haunches, never losing his rhythm as he reaches out, using his thumb to circle her clit.
The moment he makes contact, she releases a helpless noise that he likes way more than he probably should.
"Oh. God. Yes," she breaths, exhaling the words at the ceiling as soon as he adds a tad more pressure.
It's only a matter of seconds before she's seizing in his sheets, arcing her back and rolling her hips, letting out a whole lot of amazing sounds as her orgasm takes hold.
No matter how many times he's seen it happen – it still takes him for quite the ride, and this morning is no exception. She's barely seconds into it, her whole body flushed and all kinds of noises leaving her lips, echoing in his ears. Watching her like this, he practically trips right over the edge with barely any warning, groaning her name as he spills inside of her.
Afterwards, they're still panting together, hearts racing. He's hovering over her body, still encased in her, and placing warm kisses wherever he can reach.
He knows his fifteen minutes is up, but he's just not ready to end this yet.
"We're gonna be late," she murmurs, not even bothering to open her eyes, still trying to recover.
"I know," he hums as he presses his lips to her neck, wishing more than anything for just a couple more minutes. "Totally worth it, though."
"Harvey," she declares, that tone of voice he knows oh so well.
"Okay, okay," he eventually concedes, giving her one last peck before he pulls out of her. "C'mon, let's get in the shower," he says as he grabs her hand, helping her onto her shaky legs, and leads her towards the bathroom.
"Just so you know, I plan on taking much more than five minutes," she proclaims, as they walk through the bathroom door.
A chuckle falls from his lips as he reaches into the shower to turn on the faucet. Turning back to her, he gets both arms around her waist. "You can take as long as you want," he promises, while delighting her with that soft smile she's never seen him use on anyone else. "Just lock up and meet me at the hotel by nine?" He requests, the pads of his fingers dancing along her sides.
"Deal," she agrees, happily, before standing on her toes and pressing her smiling lips to his.
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"So… the kid drops a briefcase full of weed and you think to yourself… yeah, this is exactly what I want in an associate," she teases, doing a silly imitation of his voice, as they stroll into his bedroom, having just brushed their teeth. She's been giving him shit about this ever since he told her what happened, and he's not expecting her to stop any time soon.
It's not like he can blame her.
Still –
"Donna," he says, rolling his eyes at her dramatics.
"Seriously Harvey, this is crazy… even for you," she insists, as she sits at the edge of his bed, grabbing her lotion from the nightstand and beginning to rub it into her calves.
It's something that has sent him running many times in the past – a woman getting too comfortable in his space. It's both surprising and also not that it doesn't bother him, now – that he finds himself actually kind of liking it.
"You're the one that gave me the signal," he jokingly accuses, that signature smirk engulfing his face.
She returns the expression with a pointed glare and a roll of her eyes. "Yeah, because I assumed he was an actual lawyer," she maintains. "He seemed interesting, I thought that he was being funny. If I had known he was serious, I never would've sent him in to meet with you," she reasons as she places the bottle of lotion back of the nightstand.
"He's smart, Donna," he tells her while sliding into bed. "Really smart."
"He didn't even go to law school, Harvey," she retorts as she crawls under the covers, inching closer to him.
"I know," he relents with a sigh. The truth is, he realizes this is a terrible idea – that there are one hundred different ways this could completely blow up in his face. He knows, but for some reason, he's doing it anyway. He can't exactly explain it – there's just something in his gut telling him to give it a shot.
"You know this is going to end badly," she tells him as her palm lands on his bare chest. "Someone is going to find out," she warns.
"It'll be okay… who would ever suspect he isn't a real lawyer?" He questions in the hopes of reassuring her, even though he's not exactly sure himself.
"And if they do?" She inquires, her eyes welling with concern.
"Then, I'll deal with it," he promises, reaching out to brush his fingers through her copper locks.
"You really think this is a good idea?" She presses, giving him one of her famous looks.
"No," he answers, truthfully. He's never really known how to lie to her, anyway. Although, sometimes he thinks he really should try to figure it out. "But you saw all the other applicants… if it's not him, then I'm gonna have to send you to law school," he quips as his hand slips under the hem of her satin chemise.
Letting out a laugh, she quickly shakes her head. "Yeah, I don't think so," she tells him. "I mean, if I had to spend all day in class, who would be at the office saving you from yourself on a daily basis?" She playfully challenges, her foot rubbing idly against his calf.
"Exactly," he responds, not even trying to pretend that isn't exactly what she does. "So, looks like we have no choice but to go with Mike," he quips before maneuvering her body, so she's on top of him.
It's exactly where he wants her to be pretty much all the time – draped over him and so impossibly close he can feel every single inch of her.
"Okay…" she says, ominously. "But when it all falls apart, I'm definitely going to remind you of this conversation," she cautions.
"I'd expect nothing less," he grins, before pulling her in for a toe-curling kiss.
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So, like I said, this chapter is basically just setting things up.
The basic premise is that Harvey and Donna get together before Harvey hires Mike. The story will follow the same timeline of the show and will include the same events and storylines, but with the twist of Harvey and Donna being in a relationship. Like I said, there are some chapters with just fluff, while others have more drama and angst.
It's a lighter/easier story than Deviation, but hopefully still enjoyable! Plus, I did a story like this for another fandom and it was really successful, so I figured a Darvey version was in order.
Anyway, I hope you'll give it a chance. & that you'll let me know what you think so far!