Protection
Bright light greets her when she opens her eyes, her head pounding and mouth dry and god she can't remember the last time she felt this hungover.
She shifts a leg and that's when she realises there's someone laying beside her.
"Oh fuck," she gasps as the memories of last night flood back. Bodies pressed tightly together under the guise of dancing, hands wandering and lips brushing until they were both out of their minds with need. They barely made it out of the elevator and she's fairly certain he was inside her less than a minute after the door to her hotel room closed behind them.
Harvey's eyes spring open at her curse, and he squints against the sunlight, looking hazy and confused and just as hungover as she's feeling.
"Shit," he says, voice broken and rough.
There had been more than one round. They might have been drunk on champagne and dizzy on forbidden touch, but they'd spent too many years having invisible foreplay to stop after just one coupling.
It's that vivid memory of Harvey thrusting inside her that suddenly jolts a thought free from her aching brain.
"Oh god," she groans, "please tell me you used a condom."
"What...I….no…..you didn't say," Harvey's face turns pale as he fumbles for words. He sits up in the bed and despite her own rising panic, she can't help but be momentarily distracted by his naked chest.
"I just assumed you were covered," he mumbles and the words snap her out of her ogling.
"You assumed," she cries.
"Hey, I didn't hear you saying anything last night."
She's flustered and she knows he's right. Blame for this oversight belongs to them both, and also probably to the copious amounts of alcohol they consumed last night.
God she is always so damn careful about this and she also knows Harvey's the same. She's teased him in the past about the possibility of little Harvey Specter's running around he didn't know about, but his rather impassioned no glove no love response had left little doubt in her mind that he took protection seriously.
"Donna," he sighs. "Last night was just, it was…..." he's still grasping for words. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it."
His face turns serious. "But just so you know, I'm clean so you don't have to worry about that. And as for the other issue…"
"You mean the fact you could have knocked me up?" She laughs because she honestly can't believe they're having this conversation. She can't believe that after all this time they've actually slept together again and instead of addressing what that means, they're discussing the chances of STDs and pregnancy.
Harvey's eyes soften on her, as though he's just now realising that they're sitting in bed together naked. Just now recalling that they shattered the rules last night. Just now remembering the way she whimpered under his touch and he sighed her name against her skin.
"I mean, it's not the worst thing that could happen," he says softly and she just about chokes.
"What," she exclaims.
"That came out wrong," and he's floundering yet again and god she's never seen him so off his game. He puffs out a breath, "I just meant, this means something doesn't it, us, what happened last night."
"It does?" She's suddenly terrified and hopeful all at once.
"You know it does," he answers firmly, threading his fingers between hers. "I want us Donna, together how we always should have been. I don't want to put this out of our minds again."
"I don't either," she says, feeling her lip wobble. He shifts forward, closing the space between them, brushing a hand over her cheek.
"I'm all in Donna, I want everything with you. So I'm just saying, if last night happens to throw us a curveball, I'd be ok with that."
"You'd be ok with a baby," she whispers, stunned.
"I'll be ok with anything, as long as you're with me."
He kisses her then, and it's earth shattering and groundbreaking and life changing all at once. He kisses away every doubt and fear and worry she has in her mind until she is nothing but certain that he and they are forever.
They tumble back onto the mattress, his lips still pressed to hers and his hands moving over her body. She can feel his length pressing against her thigh and god she wants him, badly, and as his thumb grazes her clit she's made vividly aware of just how easily all those accidental pregnancies must happen.
"Harvey," she finally manages to gasp, "you better go buy some fucking condoms because we're not actually trying for a baby."
He chuckles darkly, dragging his tongue along her collarbone.
"I guess I'll just have to think of something that doesn't pose that risk," he says hotly, before sliding himself down her body. She's groaning loudly before he even reaches his intended destination between her legs.