Bikini

Donna wears a bikini, Harvey notices. (Pre-canon)

Harvey feels himself rolling his eyes as he makes his way through the house, Louis's taste in home decor something to behold. He can feel irritation and annoyance radiating off his shoulders, internally groaning to himself yet again that he was forced to attend this ridiculous event. A work retreat at Louis's Hampton's house. 'Bonding time' he called it, a chance for everyone to get to know each other better after all the recent changes the firm had gone through. Harvey still doesn't understand how Louis ever got him to agree to it.

He finally makes his way through to the rear of the house and he can admit the view is nice, as he catches sight of it through the wide open doors leading into the backyard. The deck opened up to the pool with a view across the beach. Harvey supposes there are worse places to spend an afternoon, but he still finds the entire idea ridiculous.

Finally he spots Mike standing near the makeshift bar by the pool, grateful for a friendly face in the crowd of wided eyed associates milling around like lost sheep. He's about to head in that direction when a flash of red catches the corner of his eye.

Donna suddenly emerges from the pool right in front of him. She's clad in an impossibly tiny black bikini, and the water dripping off her body glitters like diamonds in the sunlight.

Harvey instantly feels like he can't breathe as his eyes soak in all the exposed skin he's not normally privy to. That he hasn't seen in years, not since that one moment in time that she was his. His heart starts to race and he can actually feel his mouth hanging open, realising he's standing there like a fool gawking at forbidden temptation.

He forces himself to move knowing he can't keep standing there staring forever, but even as his feet start travelling forward Harvey can't pull his eyes away from her.

Donna catches him looking just then and he's about to look away, to pretend he wasn't staring, when pain suddenly flashes across Harvey's face as he finds himself slamming into something hard. A flash of stars blur his vision as he discovers he's just walked straight into the glass sliding door he thought was open.

A heavy dose of embarrassment filters between the pain and Harvey is certain he's never felt like such a fucking idiot before in his life. As his vision clears he catches a clear sight of Mike, doubled over in laughter.

"Harvey?" There is a mixture of concern and amusement in Donna's voice.

"Are you alright?" She asks, and he can see her fighting to keep a smile off her face as he turns to face her. Harvey can feel the heat of a blush on his cheeks and it almost feels worse than the throbbing pain of his forehead.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbles, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him, allowing him an escape from this humiliating moment.

He also doesn't know where to look as Donna stands there in front of him in her tiny bikini. She arches an eyebrow at him, a smug look on her face. He thinks she knows just exactly what sort of effect she's having on him.

"Need me to kiss it better?" She grins at him, her voice a combination of teasing and possible promise.

"Ah, er, um, no," he finally manages to get out, stuttering like an idiot, and Harvey doesn't know how much more embarrassment he can endure today.

But then Donna leans in close, brushing her lips across his cheek as she whispers to him, "Don't forget, you've already seen what's underneath before."

Harvey damn near chokes on nothing, as air deserts him for a second time and he almost gasps for breath. Donna just laughs at him.

"C'mon silly, let's go get you some ice," she calls over her shoulder as she struts away from him.

He follows her wordlessly, too stunned to do anything else. By the time he reaches the bar she's already got a handful of ice wrapped in a cloth napkin. She hands it to it and points to his temple.

"Keep it on there or you're going to wind up with a bruise," she instructs before turning to Mike. "See if you can keep him from running into anything else." Donna smirks at them both as she walks off, Harvey unable to keep his eyes off the sight of her retreating ass barely covered by the fabric of her bikini.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you told her old man." Mikes teasing cuts through his ogling.

"Shut the fuck up Mike," he growls in response.

Harvey settles the ice against his aching head, and as his eyes return once more to Donna, he thinks probably the kid is right.