Salvation

"Shouldn't you be out celebrating?" Samantha looked up, as Harvey entered her office.

"You'd think so, but losing Robert kinda takes the charm of the victory." He stated.

"Listen, Harvey," she sighed and put her book aside. "I appreciate this, but I don't need you checking up on me."

"Where else do I have to be?" He answered, actually meaning it. Taking a deep breath, he ignored the somewhat empty feeling in his guts.

"You know, I lost my mentor, too."

"Jessica Pearson. Robert used to talk about her all the time. What was she like?"

That's a complicated one.

"Let's just say: She was to me, what he is to you. It was hard losing her, but it gets easier." In a split second he thought of the time, when she left the firm. He sometimes felt like she had left him personally, even if he knew, that wasn't the truth. But he got over it.

"He believed in me." She mused. "He was the only one, who ever did that. The only one, who saw, who I was. All my baggage, all my flaws."

"And he accepted you anyway." He threw in, himself having accepted the fact, that even the best person isn't flawless, but that wouldn't change his respect towards anyone anymore.

"He didn't just accept me. He loved me. Not easy finding someone like that in this world."

"No it's not." Her words sunk in, feeling like a milky glass in front of his vision shattering to a million pieces, the sun light hitting him in all its brightness. The complexity of his realization made it hard to grasp the brim of it.

"I mean, what am I supposed to do, when I have a big victory or a terrible loss and the only person, I wanna run and tell isn't there. What am I supposed to do?"

What am I supposed to do? Absent minded he took a deep breath.

"Samantha, I am so sorry, but I have to go." He excused himself, while rising from his chair – still unable to form a coherent thought on what he had just realized. He just knew, he needed to act. Now.

"Where?" She asked surprised.

"I just have to." A distinct urgency mixing into his feelings. He walked out of her office, vigorous steps, but his mind in trance. Visions and memories flooded his thoughts. He was unable to get a hold on just one of them. When the doors of the elevator closed in front of him, he had no clue how even got inside. He felt out of breath.

The sensations before his inner eye went past him like a never ending train ride. But he wasn't confused or irritated or in denial. It was a clear blue sky and just one word made sense to unravel the mystery.

Donna.

He jumped out of the cab, not even paying attention to the number on the bill he left to the driver. As he stood in front of just another elevator door, he felt like he didn't have the strength to just stand and wait any longer. He swung open the doors to the staircase and ran up. The sheer endless circle of the staircase and his spinning mind made him feel like he was on a high. Reaching her floor, he determinedly made his way to her door, knocking urgently.

As Donna opened, he sucked in his breath, holding it for a split second. He had no idea, what to say. All the way here, even in his thoughts, he was only able to form one proper word about what was going on inside him. Donna. Now his mind was suddenly blank, blinded by the light. He tried to catch his breath, looking at her.

The look she gave him made him understand, she knew, what was going on inside him. He never knew, how she did it, but it wasn't just, that she read his mind every so often, he also always knew she understood. To her he was an open book and he never fought that fact.

She took back a step signalizing her invitation. He didn't need any more. It took him four last crucial steps to close the distance between them, leaving that invisible line, they had drawn between them, behind them forever. As his lips touched hers, everything seemed to fall right in to place. Donna's hands in his hair. She moved back a little, their eyes locking for a moment in time. He let go of all ratio, knowing there would be another time to verbalize his thoughts and emotions. He let the need for this incredible woman in front of him take over, letting loose his mind, his instincts took over.

Seeking the sensation of his lips on hers again, he pushed her against the wall. He wanted every last bit of her. His mouth wandered down to her neck, his tongue tasting her skin, his teeth biting the soft flesh above her collar bone. Feeling her hands roam over his back pushing his jacket down his arms.

As he hid his face again at the nape of her neck, letting smell and taste of her cloud his senses, she raked her fingernails over his back, sending shivers down his spine. Finding her mouth again, feeling her lips part, connecting their tongues, eyes closed, his hands roamed aimlessly over her body. Along her arms, up her waist, the curve of her breasts, her neck, her chin, her ears and all the way back again.

Sensing the force of his actions growing, he broke their languid kissing again, biting her shoulder. He heard her gasp, as he locked his arms around her pushing their bodies even closer together, the pressure with which he pushed his groin against her body luring a guttural grunt from his throat.

He lifted his head back up his eyes meeting hers, clouded from desire and want and need. Both panting. She entwined her fingers with his, their gaze unbroken. He could just admire her, as she took his hand leading him to her bedroom a small smile playing around her lips. He just breathed. And followed her.

Standing in her bedroom, he couldn't even think of getting comfy on her bed. Just like gravity he was drawn into her embrace again. He again let his tongue sink into her mouth, licking her lips, feeling her teeth grazing upon his lips. Feeling his pining soul coming to a release, the salvation almost painful.

Driven by desire he freed her from her silk gown, hiding his face in between her breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, kissing them, licking them, tasting them, pressing his face against them as if he could melt into her chest. All the while she caressed his hair, his ears, his neck, his back – moaning lowly.

Driven by need he made his way downwards. He slowly rubbed his nose across her stomach, taking in her scent as he landed on his knees in front of her, never letting his nose and mouth and tongue lose touch with her skin. Nearing her center, he finally moved his head back a few inches gazing at her vagina. He softly touched her tender folds, parting them a little to reveal her clit glistening from lust. He felt her quivering a little under his other hand that rested on her butt cheek.

He lifted his gaze up to her and found her staring down at him, mouth agape, panting, her chest rising and lowering with every deep breath she took. Without losing eye-contact he inched closer to her core. He needed to taste her, but he also needed to see her while he did the first time in ages. As his lips met her folds she gasped again, still not breaking the gaze. He slowly let his tongue reach out from between his lips, tasting her desire, sensually licking her clitoris – softly and firmly all at the same time, all the while locking his eyes with hers.

"Har…" She suspired. Her hands fisting his hair, she blinked twice, broke the gaze and rolled back her head. He closed his eyes, both hands firmly on her butt now, as he buried his face into her most intimate body part. Kissing, rubbing, licking while her shivering body and her increasing moans encouraged him to do so. Kneeling underneath her while she was leaning her hands on his shoulders not to lose balance, tasting her, hearing her, made this feel like the most intimate moment of his life so far. He felt her legs tremble and steadied her by gripping her butt even firmer as she came. Her voice seemed to lose air as her sighs went up an octave and grew more frantic. He had never heard something this enticing.

As she was just over the edge, he couldn't take it any longer and jumped to his feet. While she was still panting, he engulfed her lips forcefully with his. Until now he had still been in his clothes but somehow Donna managed to undress him while he felt like lost in space devouring every inch of her body his lips could get a hold of. He hardly noticed, she undressed him. Just as he suddenly felt a lightning rock through his body, as she got a strong hold of his hard throbbing cock, he stopped dead in his tracks, sucking in his breath, his face only inches from hers, eyes wide open.

Again, a little smile played around the corners of her mouth, but her gaze softened when she became aware of the intensity of his stare. He slowly und audibly let out the breath, he didn't realize he was holding. She reached her other hand up to his cheek as she slowly began stroking his hard length up and down. His face still just inches from hers, their eyes locked, he took deep breaths through his open mouth. As a small moan escaped his lips, he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers, his hands in her hair, as she kept driving him insane with firm but insufferable slow strokes.

He leaned in for another kiss. Soft at first, but growing more desperate in time. He grabbed firmly around her waist and positioned her on the bed behind her without breaking the kiss. Reaching down himself he positions himself at her entrance. As much as he wished just to bury himself in her right away, he needed to see her again. Cupping her face with his hands, her hands on his back and neck, he got ready for his last desire. He watched her watching him as he entered her – slowly but to his full length. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. He felt her tight walls around him, slick and warm and driving him crazy – he almost chuckled breathily.

He pulled himself back and pushed again a few more times, immersed in her eyes, their breathes growing quicker and louder. She urges him down for another kiss, as his movements went more rapid. He grabbed her legs, holding her knees in place between his chest and hers as he let out a deep groan as he felt the different angle giving him the opportunity to go deeper and faster. Pinning her down with her hands in his next to her temples, her voice reaching higher pitches with every of his thrusts, her eyes half opened, he felt like he might as well lose his mind. He wouldn't be able to handle this any longer. Feeling her walls clench around him, he grunted and gritted his teeth to hold on a little while.

As her orgasm burst out, she collapsed her legs to his sides. He leaned down, his ear right next to her mouth, so he could hear every last cry of joy. Pumping senselessly, he felt his release building further up deep down inside him. She met his thrust clenching her walls rhythmically around, urging him to let go inside her. Panting and groaning into her ear, he did. With a hard thrust he spilled his seed inside this incredible woman, who had such a tight grip at his heart, and let the first word roll over his lips, since he got here.

"Donna."