AN: Hey folks! Look what I found on my computer. This one-shot is just a quickie, and I had forgotten all about it. I hope you like it. Let's just say Harvey was enticed by the zipper on Donna's dress in 6.12, so he finally got his act together. Enjoy!
It was almost like a dream. Well, in fact, it was pretty much what he had been dreaming of many, many times. But now it was reality. Donna. Naked in his shower, running her hands all over his back while they were kissing under the soft spray of the water. Her hair all wet and messy, and Harvey half hard again. It had been a long day, but they both couldn't be happier to be where they have finally arrived.
"Hm..." she hummed as his tongue tickled her lips. "This night could not be any better."
"Nope," he agreed. He trapped her body between his and the tiles, letting her feel his growing erection.
"I thought guys your age had more problems keeping it up," she teased.
"Haha. Not with you all naked and slippery in my arms."
"Good," she purred and looked into his warm eyes. "Because I have no intention of stopping now..."
He again leaned in to kiss her deeply, when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who could it be at this hour?" Donna asked.
"Who cares? Let them get a clue," he said before he went back to devour her mouth.
But the person on the other side of the apartment door seemed to be more persistent than Louis on his quest to find a new kitten from a top notch breeder. Harvey moaned.
"Come on, let's get out of here, and you answer the door," she ordered.
Harvey begrudgingly left her behind in his shower, slipped on his bathrobe and trotted through his living room to see who had the nerve to interrupt his first night with Donna in his apartment. When he almost angrily swung open the door, Harvey couldn't hide his surprise when he saw Mike standing in front of him. They weren't on the best of terms after their last yelling match in the lobby of PSL, so Harvey was genuinely curious to see what his former mentee had to say.
"Mike, what are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize for yelling at you," Mike said.
"You don't have to do that," Harvey assured. Frankly, he was eager to get the younger man out of his apartment again to resume his night with Donna.
"Yes, I do. I know you only had my best interest at heart. You always do, and... I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"I shouldn't have gone to her behind your back."
"That's okay. It kinda worked out."
Harvey was pondering his options. Torn between the woman in his bathroom and his protegé in his entryway, he deemed Mike's mission less important, but the tiniest bit more urgent at the moment.
"Come on in. Let me put on some clothes and we can have a drink. You can tell me all about it," he offered.
He quickly walked back to his bedroom and precautionarily closed the sliding doors behind him. He found Donna toweling her hair in the bathroom, so he went to her, and closed the bathroom door, too, just to be safe.
"Who was it?" she asked him.
"It's Mike!" he stage-whispered.
"What does he want here?"
"He came to apologize, and he wants to tell me something about his new job."
"At the legal clinic?"
"How do you know about it already?"
"I'm Donna. And his fiancée's best friend. Oh shit! Rachel! I was supposed to be at her place, because she wanted to talk to me about something. Shit! How am I supposed to get out of here unnoticed?"
"Does nobody ever pick up their phone anymore?"
"Says the man who never calls anyone, and goes to them instead..."
"So, how are we getting out of this mess?"
"You go back out to Mike, let him say his piece. But make it quick. Down your scotch, and don't let it escalate into the quote fest you two normally have. I'll wait here."
Harvey nodded, took off his bathrobe, walked back into the bedroom and got dressed. Donna's eyes followed his naked body, and she felt her nipples harden just from looking at him. He gave her an impish grin as he stepped into a fresh pair of boxer briefs.
"Watch it, Donna. Or I might walk out there with a boner."
She gave him an eyeroll, and sent him on his way. Still only wrapped in a towel, she took inventory of the sparsely scattered products in Harvey's bathroom. She was lucky. He had a good moisturizer that wasn't exclusively for men. So she dabbed the cream onto her face, blow-dried her hair and went back into the bedroom to look for her clothes. Luckily, her shoes were there, too. Just as she had her dress back on her body and was slipping into her heels, she heard her phone ring. On the other side of the sliding doors...
Mike gave Harvey a curious look. He never pegged his former boss for a guy with a ringtone. In fact, he had witnessed Harvey's phone always being on vibrate. He took a look around to locate the sound. His eyes fell on what was clearly a woman's purse that was sitting on the far end of the kitchen counter. Harvey followed Mike's line of sight, and closed his eyes briefly. Shit. Donna's purse. He wanted to slap himself. He was the one who had put it there. Taken it out of her hand, because he wanted both her hands on his body as soon as they had entered his apartment. To both men's surprise, the sliding doors to Harvey's bedroom opened then.
Out came a determined looking Donna, making a beeline for her purse without even glancing at the men. She opened the bag, retrieved her phone, and with her best smile answered it. "Hey Rach, I'm so sorry, I'm running late. I'm on my way."
She walked over to Harvey to press a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll come back afterwards, OK?"
Harvey hummed his confirmation, and Mike eyed them in utter shock.
Before she left the apartment, Donna turned around and said, "Mike, if you tell Rachel before I can tell her myself, I'm going to tell her all about the time in the file room."
He motioned to zip his lips, but then gave a lazy smile to Harvey once the door had shut behind the redhead.
"So... You and Donna."
"Don't," Harvey warned him.
"Funny, I was just about to ask you to be my best man, and also ask you not to fuck Donna at the wedding, but it seems like you can't keep it in your pants."
"Mike..."
"I get it, she's not like the other women. You really like her," the younger man said in mock-sincerity.
"Not like, Mike. Love. I have for a long time, and I finally did something about it." Harvey sounded not only serious, but also proud as he said those words.
"Good for you. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks Mike."
"And who knows, maybe she'll catch the bouquet at the wedding..." Mike smiled.
"Let's not rush into things."
"Rush into things? How many times have you had sex with her?"
"Including the time twelve years ago?"
"Whoa! You slept with her twelve years ago?"
"Yup."
"What happened after that?"
"Let's just say I was 29 and a dickhead, so I agreed to put it out of my mind."
"Let me guess, you didn't succeed."
"Nope," Harvey grinned into his glass of scotch.
"Good. So, you wanna be my best man?"
"What do you think?" Harvey asked.
Both men smiled at each other, knowing it wouldn't take too long before Mike would get asked the same question by Harvey.
Thanks so much for reading. Leave me a review if you will. I plan on writing a multi-chap, so PurryCat will return sooner than you think :-)
