Prompt #3 by legalydarvey - "pre canon Harvey and Donna go Christmas shopping together - soon it's all about hot lingerie from la perla and how much he wants to see it on her (and more)."
Despite what Donna tells Mike that one time, there is in fact a perfect gift for Harvey. It's just not something Mike is capable of giving him.
They have a Christmas tradition. She knows it wouldn't make sense to anyone else, that people would misunderstand if they knew about it. But she doesn't care if they don't make sense to other people, because they're the ones that make the rules in their relationship and she loves their unorthodox tradition, and looks forward to it every year. And she knows Harvey does as well. Immensely so.
It's simple really. Every year she uses his credit card to buy herself a new set of lingerie from La Perla as his gift to her. And as her gift to Harvey she sends him a photo of herself wearing her new purchase.
It started over a decade earlier, on the first year she commandeered his card to buy her own Christmas gift. Harvey meant well but gift selection was most definitely not his strong suit. Donna had been feeling a little mischievous that day and decided to have a little fun with Harvey and spoil herself in the process. La Perla had always been on her wish list and she figured it was the perfect time to indulge herself.
He text her that night, asking what she got herself and perhaps emboldened by the wine she'd been drinking, or because she couldn't stop think of the way she'd caught him ogling her breasts earlier that day, or simply because she felt incredible wearing it, she had sent him a photo of herself, clad in the beautiful black lace lingerie set she'd selected.
They had always had blurry lines, and sometimes she liked to play with the boundaries even if she was the one that put them in place to begin with. Besides, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.
His reaction was everything she had hoped for and after trading a few too many salacious texts back and forth she'd had to pull them to halt before they veered into full blown phone sex. Not that she wasn't tempted to go there, but it was easier to pretend the next day if they didn't.
Harvey's last message to her that night was that she had given him the most perfect gift ever.
And so a tradition was born. Each year she enjoyed the thrill of teasing him, the thrill of his reaction, the thrill of that tiny illicit moment they shared when they blurred the lines like only they knew how to. They never talked about it, ever, as was their way with everything. The moment simply existed briefly every Christmas Eve and when they saw each other again a few days later they both pretended it never happened.
They were good at that, pretending nothing happened. They tucked away the thoughts of lingerie and raunchy text messages just like they tucked away the drunken kisses they sometimes shared, the jealousy they felt when the other dated someone and the innuendo-laced comments they made late at night that they were seconds away from acting on.
It's a tradition that's worked well over the years. It relieves just a little bit of the burning tension that simmers between them, so she can make it through another year without ripping all the rules to shreds.
Her La Perla selections over the years have grown more and more risque. She spends weeks studying their website, trying to decide just what set she'll purchase that year, just what colour or style will drive Harvey crazy.
She loves the tease. She knows Harvey is attracted to her, that fact has always been clear from the second they met, but there are rules and boundaries and the unspoken agreement to never cross that line too strongly, for 364 days of the year anyway. But she craves that one day in December when for just a moment, they forget about all the carefully drawn lines, and they just let themselves be Harvey and Donna and admit the effect they have on each other, admit the things they wish they could do and say every other day of the year.
But this year, after everything that's changed between them, after Harvey ended his relationship for her, after they danced for hours pressed tightly together, after months of flirting that was over the top even by their standards, after all that, Donna thinks maybe this year it's time to change things. This year she's thinking about doing something that might finally obliterate all the rules like she now realises she wants.
They've been shopping all morning, Donna dragging him from store to store as she works her way through his Christmas list. His feet hurt and he's struggling to hold all the shopping bags she's piled him with and the incessant sound of Christmas carols is firmly lodged in his brain. But he's not complaining. He appreciates her help, and she's got a talent for finding the perfect gift. Plus he always enjoys spending time with Donna outside the office.
Donna, he thinks like himself, is lighter, more carefree outside of work, without the pressure of deadlines and angry clients pressing on their shoulders. They've spent the entire morning chatting and joking effortlessly and Harvey quite simply just enjoys her company more than anyone else in his life.
She hands him yet another bag, this one containing the gift for his mother. It still feels a little odd having Lily on his Christmas shopping list. Odd, but nice. He was clueless as to what to buy the woman he'd been estranged from for decades, but in typical Donna fashion she'd known exactly what to get.
"So, looks like we're all done now?" he asks, hopefully. His mom was the last name left on his list.
"Not quite," Donna says, and suddenly she's grinning at him deviously. "We still have one more gift to buy."
He narrows his eyes at her warily. "What are you up to?"
"You'll just have to wait and see." The way she bites her lip suddenly has his heart racing. There's been a flirty edge to their interactions all day, and it's not new, they both love to tease, but it's been growing over the last few weeks and he's not sure what it means anymore, or what he hopes it might mean.
Harvey follows behind her, trying and failing to keep his eyes off the curve of her ass. Donna in jeans is yet another reason why he loves spending time with her outside the office. As much as he loves her work dresses, with their tight fit and low necklines, her current outfit is something else entirely, the fabric shaped perfectly around her curves and he can't stop staring.
Distracted, he doesn't initially realise where she's heading, freezing in place when he sees what store she's stopped outside of. His throat suddenly feels a little tight.
"And just who are we shopping for in there?"
Donna smirks at him, a gleam in her eye. "The most important person on your list of course." She steps in close beside him, bringing her lips to her ear. "I thought maybe this year you could pick your present," she says, her voice low and throaty.
His throat tightens even more and holy shit, this he was not expecting.
Their tradition, his Christmas gift from her. The thing he most looks forward to each year. The thing he dreams about for months afterwards. The thing he can't help but think about at night when he's alone, working his cock. The thing they have never, not once, ever acknowledged once out loud.
And now she's letting him choose. His mind spins.
"Keep breathing Harvey," she teases with a wink as she pushes open the door to the La Perla boutique and disappears.
He drags in a deep breath and tries to refocus his thoughts because he can already feel the blood rushing from his head and just thinking about Donna in lingerie is enough to make him embarrassingly hard, let alone actually hand picking something for her to wear.
The shop is quiet and intimate feeling as he enters. The shop assistant gives him a welcoming smile as he quickly joins Donna where she is browsing along one of the racks. Silk and lace of every colour dance in front of his eyes and he doesn't even know where to start. His heart is still beating at an unhealthy rate and he's not sure if it's nerves or arousal that has him so unsettled.
"You doing okay?" She asks, still smirking at him.
"What brought this on?" He has to ask, because this is unexpected, this is way more than they're usual secret tradition. Being in this shop together, it makes what they do feel a lot more real than when it's just pictures and words on a cell phone screen.
"Just thought I'd spice things up a little this year."
He chokes on thin air at her choice of words, covering the reaction with a cough.
Donna grins and then shrugs his shoulders lightly. "I just thought it would be fun," she adds and he gets the odd sense there's more she wants to say, but doesn't. He wonders if maybe there's more meaning behind this change to their tradition that he doesn't understand.
Donna glances back to the rack in front of her, pulling out a burgundy coloured set and holds it up. "What about this one?"
The set is made entirely from lace, the thong impossibly small and he knows just how much of her he would be able to see if she wore it. Sweat breaks out along his spine as he tries to pull himself together so he can focus.
"I want red," he finally manages to say. Red on her milky pale skin, matching her hair, it's always been a weakness. He loves every colour on her. The emerald green from last year that's still fresh in his memory twelve months on, the impossibly tiny pink set she wore a few years before that had his imagination running wild, or the time she chose nude lingerie and he almost had a heart attack thinking she was entirely naked.
But red. Red has always been a favourite.
Donna smiles, a slight raise of her eyebrow. "Red it is then," she agrees, moving over to another section.
The options are overwhelming and he wants to see her in all of them. There are so many shades of red, types of fabric, different styles and he feels a bit like a kid in a candy store, unable to make up his mind. He's got one chance to make the perfect choice and he doesn't want to ruin it. Though he knows she'll look incredible in anything.
Donna helps him narrow down his choices, and he discovers that nothing appears to be off limits or too risque for him to select. When he holds up an entirely see-through slip to test her reaction, she just smiles and whispers that it's his choice and from that moment on his pants are uncomfortably tight.
His brain soon moves on from simply imagining her wearing them, to imagining taking them off her. God he'd give anything to take them off her. He thinks the same thought every year of course, but this year, more than ever, he wishes he could see her wearing it in the flesh. See his selection wrapped around her body with his own eyes, and then he wishes he could slowly peel it off her.
With the way things have been between them lately, feeling like something has shifted, Harvey can't help but wonder if maybe Donna wishes he could take them off as well. If maybe that's a part of the reason behind this shopping exclusion. He tries not to think about that possibility, doesn't want to make assumptions or get his hopes up or he'll never survive this store.
Eventually he makes his choice, a sheer red bra with lace around the edges that he chooses because he knows he'll be able to see her nipples through the fabric, and a matching thong that is made of such a small amount of fabric Harvey simply cannot believe the amount of money they charge for it. He'd still pay ten times as much just to see her wearing it though without hesitation.
He pays for his purchase and it's somewhat a relief to finally escape the store.
Once outside he hands Donna the shopping bag with a grin. "Merry Christmas."
"Thank you. I really like your choice." Her teeth dig into her bottom lip again and all he can think about is kissing her. He shakes his head. He's losing control around her lately, and he doesn't know what it all means.
Harvey drives her home, his eyes continually flicking to the small bag sitting on her lap, visions of her bare skin wrapped in red dancing in his eyes. He thanks her for all her shopping help and she thanks him for her gift with a sultry smile before stepping out of the car.
"Donna," he calls after her. "I really can't wait to see it on."
She gives him a wink as she closes the door and struts away.
It's the longest week of his life he swears. Donna always sends him his gift in Christmas Eve and the wait is pure torture.
It always is of course, but for some reason it's even harder to wait knowing what she's going to have on, knowing that he's the one that picked it.
The office Christmas party mid way through the week didn't help matters. As usual Harvey spent most of the night huddled in the corner with Donna, drinking scotch from the same glass and sharing stories, all while standing way too close to each other and all he wanted to ask her was if she was wearing her Christmas present underneath her festive green dress.
He was filled with relief when Christmas Eve finally rolled around, bidding farewell to Donna earlier that evening and sharing a knowing look with her, silent acknowledgment of their plans for later that night.
Harvey sips scotch and tries to distract himself by reading a brief as he waits eagerly for Donna's text. His foot jiggles and he has to read every sentence at least three times before he finally abandons the document.
He nearly jumps when his phone emits a beep signaling a new message, telling himself to get a grip at the same time he fumbles for his phone, dropping it twice before he finally manages to swipe it open.
"Are you ready for your present?" The text reads and his dick immediately twitches in his pants.
"More than anything" he quickly responds, eyes glued to the screen as he waits for her photo to appear.
A knock suddenly sounds on his door and he nearly yells with frustration. He cannot believe his luck that someone would try to visit him now, at the very moment he's about to receive Donna's gift.
Another text pops up on his screen, but it's not a photo.
"Then come unwrap it."
He's confused by her words, his brain not quite understanding her meaning, although when there's a second knock on his door his body seems to get the message, heat flaming over his skin.
Harvey heads to the door, still wary and uncertain, but opening it he finds Donna standing on the other side, wrapped in a thick red coat, the belt tied in the middle like a large bow. She seems to be brimming with nervous energy, but her eyes are dark and hungry.
"Donna, what are you doing here?"
"It's time to unwrap your present," she says, repeating the words from her text.
He just stares at her like an idiot, because he's pretty sure he gets what she's saying now, but he's unable to let himself actually accept it because this feels like every fantasy he's ever had suddenly coming true and he's afraid he's about to wake up from a dream he never wants to end.
Donna takes a step into his apartment, moving close to him. He can smell her perfume, the vanilla scent of her shampoo and it frazzles his brain even further.
"Harvey," she whispers in her ear. "Do you want to unwrap me?" Her lips brush against his ear lobe, the sensation running straight to his dick.
He still doesn't know what this is meant to mean, but he's done questioning it.
"Fuck yes," he groans and he twists his face to capture her lips with his. He sucks on her bottom lip, snakes his tongue into her mouth and she opens to him, eager and ready, a soft moan slipping into his mouth.
He kisses her hard and long, lost in her taste and the feel of her nails scraping at the back of his neck, almost forgetting everything else until he runs his hand down her coat and remembers just what exactly she has on underneath.
"You're sure about this?" he pants into her mouth.
"Never been more sure," she whispers, kissing him again, and he's about five seconds away from taking her against the wall, but he doesnt want that.
"Should we talk about this?" he asks, between kisses and he can't believe he's the one saying that.
"Probably," Donna chuckles and then whines when he moves his lips to her neck. "But after," she groans.
"C'mon," he mumbles, taking hold of her hand and leading her to the bedroom. He's waited too long to do this again, spent too long thinking about seeing her in the lingerie he selected, to rush it. He wants to take his time, appreciate every second he has with her because he has no idea if this is meant to be a one time thing they ignore tomorrow or if maybe this might be something more.
They fumble their way to his bedroom, lips fused together, Donna's hands tugging open the buttons on his shirt and then she steps back, staring at him, waiting for him to come and reveal his present. He feels oddly nervous, can't seem to make himself reach out and undo her coat and so Donna takes matters into her own hands.
"Merry Christmas Harvey," she purrs tugging on the belt of her coat, pulling free the knot. He feels like he's holding his breath as she shrugs the coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She's stunning, breathtaking. Pure perfection in front of him. His mouth waters and his cock throbs painfully, constricted in his suit pants.
The deep red against her skin is the perfect shade, the bra curving around her full breasts, her pink nipples on clear display and fuck it looks a thousand times better on her than he could have imagined. The tiny strip of red lace between her thighs leaves little to the imagination and with the addition of her red high heels and waves of red hair cascading around her shoulders he's about ready to drop to knees.
"Fuck. Look at you," he finally manages to gasp, tongue tied and brain frazzled. "I really picked well."
"You sure did," Donna agrees with a smirk.
He takes a step closer to her, drags his finger around the edge of her bra cup. "I think it would look even better on my floor though."
She laughs. "I don't know, seems like a bit of a waste."
"I beg to differ." He brushes his finger over her nipple and she whimpers. "But maybe not just yet."
Moving behind her, he turns them to face the mirror on the wall, wanting Donna to also be able to appreciate the view of just how incredible she looks. He rests his hands on her hips and she pushes back into him, her ass grinding over his erection and they both moan.
"I wanted to do this every year you sent me a picture," he murmurs into her ear, swiping his tongue down her throat, kissing along her shoulder. He drags his fingertips slowly up her body, goosebumps breaking out across her skin and cups her breasts.
"I wanted you to as well," she huffs.
He toys with her nipples through her bra, watching their reflection. Donna whimpers softly, leaning back into him for support, her eyes also fixed on his action in the mirror. Leaving one hand on her nipple he moves the other back down her body, stroking softly over her silky skin. He smooths his hand across her stomach, over her thighs, around the edges of her underwear before finally dragging a knuckle across the centre of her panties. Donna groans loudly, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"Keep watching," he says, and her eyes flick back to the mirror.
Harvey runs his finger up and down her centre, rubbing soft circles over her clit. He can already feel the fabric becoming damp. He strokes her some more, kissing and sucking along her neck and collarbone, still teasing her nipple, eliciting a steady stream of sweet sounds from Donna with each touch. Slipping his hand underneath her panties he immediately encounters her wet need, dragging a damp finger up to swirl over her clit, making her whine loudly. He keeps his gaze locked firmly on her face as he sinks a finger inside her, so hot and wet and tight. Her mouth drops open in a silent moan and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
He strokes against her front wall a few times and then slides his hand from her panties, much to Donna's protest. His fingers glisten with her desire as he brings them to her mouth, sliding the wetness over her bottom lip and then plunging them into her mouth. She sucks eagerly, making his dick pulse in response, and he relishes the view in the mirror. He claims her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers to finally get a taste of her again after all these years.
"Now I want you to watch yourself come," Harvey groans against her skin as he returns his hand between her thighs, thrusting two fingers into her soaked centre, his thumb finding her clit. He works her pussy beneath her panties, rejoicing at every sigh and moan and whimper he extracts, the view of her near naked body pressed against his, swathed in the red lingerie he hand picked is nearly too much for him to handle. His cock is rock hard, every brush of her ass against him pushing him perilously close to an embarrassingly early end.
Donna's eyes watch his every action until her legs buckle and she gasps his name, her core clenching tight around his fingers, pleasure rippling over her face as she comes, and she looks so fucking stunning.
"Now it's definitely time to finish unwrapping my present," he says, smirking at her in the mirror.
"About time," she agrees, still breathless from her orgasm.
He guides her towards his bed, and unsnaps her bra, letting it fall to the floor, her gorgeous breasts finally fully exposed. He sucks a niple into his mouth, grazing his teeth lightly over the tight bud as he lowers her down onto his bed. He takes him time worshiping both breasts until Donna is once more mewling and squirming with need.
"Now for the last piece of wrapping," he hums, sliding her soaked panties down her legs, knocking off her heels at the same time. Donna parts her legs, at last giving him a glimpse of her wet, pink slit and his head nearly explodes. He pounces, pinning her legs apart and running his tongue through her folds, lips closing around swollen clit. Donna cries out, hips pushing up to grind into his face as he devours her pussy, licking and sucking, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud over and over until she once more cries his name and falls apart.
He leans up to kiss her, and she groans at the taste of her second orgasm on his lips. "You better be getting unwrapped next," she says, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"As you command," he says with a grin, quickly stripping off his shirt and suit pants. Donna leans up on her elbows to watch as he yanks off his boxer briefs, his dick blessedly springing free of its previous tight confines.
She licks her lips slowly as she sits up further and then she's taking him in her hand, pressing a kiss to the tip of his head, tongue swirling over the slit and fuck he knows he won't last if she starts this.
"Donna," he grunts. "If you do that…". He doesn't have time to finish his sentence before she's sliding her lips down his dick. "Fuck," he groans, her mouth wet and warm around him feeling like heaven and his eyes fall shut.
"Harvey," she calls, "I want you to watch as well."
Fucking hell. She's using his own words against him.
He opens his eyes again, watching as she takes him back into her mouth, her head bobbing, red tresses brushing over his thighs and god he can't believe how lucky he is that his night has turned out like this. She sucks and licks him, hand wrapped around his base until he grunts her name in warning.
"I remember you having more lasting power," Donna teases him, and he actually loves that she can still rib him after just having his cock in her mouth.
"Twelve years Donna," he groans in self defense, lowering his body over hers, licking her lips. "That's a long time to wait."
"I'm worth it."
"Yes, you are."
His reply comes out a lot more sincere than he intended, and she blinks wordlessly at him.
"I am?"
"Always."
He shifts then, and his cock presses against her entrance, the tip slipping inside. Donna gasps, breathing out his name, and he keeps pushing, burying himself inside her.
"Oh god," she cries, her walls fluttering around him and she feels so damn good and he's so on edge he's almost afraid to move. Because once he starts moving he knows it'll be over quick.
And he doesn't want it to be over. Not ever. He wants this, he wants her, forever.
"Harvey," Donna groans, tilting her hips, encouraging him to start moving and finally he draws back, slowly, and then pushes back in, inch by inch.
"Faster," she moans, hands on his ass urging him on.
"No slow," he murmurs against her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. "Let's go slow."
She whimpers as he thrusts again slowly, grinding against her clit. He keeps a slow steady rhythm, drawing out both their pleasure, his lips on her skin, her nails raking over his back. It's like exquisite torture holding himself back from just letting go and pounding into her, but she's so hot, so wet, her pussy tight around his cock, and nothing has every felt as good as this moment.
He waits until he feels her body spasm around him, until the sweet sounds of her orgasm fill the air before he finally speeds up, starting to thrust hard and fast. He hooks her knees over his shoulders and sinks deep inside her, really beginning to move. His hips slap against her thighs as he drills into her, her body continuing to quiver around him, her moans increasing and he's pretty sure one orgasm rolls into another.
"Let go Harvey," Donna whispers, tugging his lips down to her own and he thrusts deep one more time and then finally lets go, sighing her name into her mouth as he spills inside her.
He pulls out, collapsing onto the bed beside her, one arm tugging her into his chest.
"Why didn't we do this every year," Donna mumbles, her fingers dancing lightly over his stomach.
"Why don't we do this every day," he counters, still feeling dazed, his face nuzzled in her neck.
"You want this every day?"
Harvey pulls back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, hair tangled over his pillow, her eyes wide and brimming with questions. She's perfect and in that moment he knows he loves her.
"Yeah," he says, the words thick in his throat. "I do."
He brushes a lock of hair back from her face, letting his hand rest against her cheek.
"You know we're not just talking about sex right?"
He chuckles lightly. "Yeah, I do. And I want this, I want us."
"Good. Because I do as well," Donna whispers, dragging his lips down to hers.