Chapter 8 - Heat

Author's Note: Thanks again for the feedback on the last chapter: I'm glad to know you all liked it, and are continuing to root for these two lovable idiots.

And if you know how the last chapter ended, you know that parts of this chapter are M-rated. You will also notice a switch in the tense here, and while that was accidental, I found that it worked better considering what happens in this chapter. I'm sorry if that seems too jarring to you all, but I hope you still like it.

And there are seriously NO words to tell you just how much I owe to Nathalie for being a second pair of eyes on this fanfic, and for being an absolute rock as I wrote this chapter. Her encouragement and her support is the only reason this story even exists.

She's drowning. In him.

She has no recollection of how they made it into his room.

Her mind has completely given in to the deluge of emotions that have her floundering in his arms. All she can feel is his intensity.

His presence around her.

His love for her.

She feels it in the way his mouth presses soft kisses across her face and neck, while his hands cup her cheeks with a tenderness that makes her eyes well up. She meets his gaze, deep brown eyes that have darkened ever further as they trace her features. His thumb strokes tenderly on the tip of her nose, before he's reaching down to capture her lips again, his tongue slipping inside to meet her own.

And then she's a goner.

Having already made short work of her shirt and her bra, his hands are seemingly all over her. Moving from her back to her breasts, palms brushing across her nipples, before moving to her back once again. Given the urgency in his movements, were it any other man, Donna would have assumed that they just didn't know what to do.

But this is Harvey.

And her.

His movements on her body may seem unfocused, but Donna knows that they're not.

Even after twelve years, neither of them have really forgotten what it felt like to have all their barriers down, as they gave in to their mutual desire for each other for the first time.

And Harvey knows exactly what he's doing when his hands slip under her breasts briefly, cupping them, while his thumbs alternate between running circles around and then firmly pressing against her nipples. Each movement of his fingers causes the heat to pool low in her belly, and she feels herself edging close to release, even without him having ventured to where she really needs him.

She feels the anticipation build when his hands leave her breasts and slip down her stomach to her waist, his fingers brushing teasingly at the clasp of her slacks. But, then a frustrated growl escapes her when his hands move to her back, instead.

His fingertips trace a soothing path up and down her spine, before slipping under her hair to the back of her neck where he grips her lightly, pulling them apart. He meets her eyes once again, before ducking his head to meet her neck, finding the spot that he clearly remembers from the other time, and she reacts the same way she did then.

"Harvey," Her voice comes out with a low whine, while she pushes herself even further into his embrace. Her nipples brush against his still-clothed chest, and she digs her fingers into his back, clutching the fabric and tugging upwards.

He relents only a little, allowing her to pull the shirt away from his body before he's pressing her back against his chest, letting out a groan when skin brushes against skin. But Donna pushes slightly against him, intent on exploring every inch of skin that's been exposed to her, and he lets her.

She drags her nails across his nipples, before flattening her palms against them and running them down his abs. He's built, and while his abs aren't rock-hard, there's a firmness to them that she knows is due to his regular boxing sessions and his running routine. She realizes that she'll soon be privy to his daily routine outside the firm, and mundane as the thought is, it still makes her heart skip a beat.

She looks back up at him to find him looking curiously at her, "Where did you go?"

"What?" she shakes her head lightly.

He grins and presses a gentle kiss to her lips, "Your hands stopped moving and you looked like you were somewhere else."

"Nothing, I was just picturing you in your boxing gear," she goes with a half-truth.

"Were you now?" he inquires lightly, tugging her closer before slipping his hands between them to finally undo the clasp on her slacks and parting the two halves of the front. She barely has time to reciprocate, before his hands are sweeping under her butt again, and lifting her off the floor.

She hangs on to him as he moves them towards the bed, and then plops her onto it. Her breasts bounce with the movement, and she sees his expression change from playful to intense, as his eyes zero in on her breasts.

"Har…"

The rest of his name is drowned out in a whimper when he climbs on top of her, his mouth meeting hers in a tender kiss, before slipping down to her chest and covering her left breast. She feels her back arch when his tongue, rough and warm, curls around a nipple, and she pushes her left hand fervently into his hair, while her right hand digs moon-shaped indents into the skin on his back.

His hands, in the meantime, don't stay idle as they play with her other breast, before sliding down to the open halves of the front of her slacks. And soon, Donna feels her insides curl into themselves even more, when his fingers brush against the exposed silk of her underwear.

So close.

"Harvey, just please," she tugs at his head, and he meets her eyes, and sees her demand written all over her face.

He obliges.

He sits up, slips off the bed, and to her shock and absolute pleasure, curls his hands into both her slacks and panties and tugs them down, and off her legs. She looks at him, her mouth slightly wide and eyes dilated while he gazes back at her, a little uncertainty painting his features at maybe having gone too far, too fast.

But she gently shakes her head, a soft smile breaking out on her face, meeting his worried look with her own. When she senses his relief, she lowers her gaze to her own bare body, and slowly parts her legs, her eyes telling him all he needs to know.

I'm yours. Take me.

A full-blown smile takes over his features, and he moves back to her, his hands reaching for her legs, moving up her calves, to the back of her knees, before tugging her gently towards the end of the bed and kneeling between her legs.

Donna closes her eyes, knowing what's coming next and she feels her inner muscles clench in anticipation.

"Donna."

His soft voice breaks into her thoughts, and she opens them to find his face over hers.

And she feels her breath catch at what she sees.

His eyes are dark pools that are swimming with everything he feels for her.

Everything that he confessed to her a few short minutes ago.

"Donna," he repeats, "I love you."

She feels her chest swell and the intensity of this moment. Of him. It's almost too much for her to take, and as she gasps out her own reciprocation, she feels her need build further between her legs.

And so does he, when his awed gaze slides down for confirmation.

"Oh, god, Donna," his voice is hushed, as he strokes a single finger between her soaked folds. He raises his head to look at her, while he continues to build an easy, but intense rhythm that has her writhing with pleasure in a matter of moments.

"Harvey, I…," she loses her ability to speak, as she experiences a familiar tightening deep inside her, that feels all the more intense because of the man responsible for it, and with a few more slides of his finger, she's soaring, a loud moan escaping her lips.

He hushes her, while he continues to help her come down, his fingers moving gently against her, while his other hand strokes her hair.

When her breathing has eased up, she tries to reach for his own slacks, "You're overdressed. "

However, he gives her a small smirk, moving out of her reach and back to his position on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I haven't even started," he says, before parting her legs even further, exposing her fully to him.

And then heat.

Heat that swallows her whole when his tongue meets her still tender flesh, stroking in between her folds before curling around her clit. His hand soon joins in, two fingers sliding inside her, while his thumb and tongue double down on her clit.

She finds herself climbing again with shocking speed, and soon, she's crying out her love for him over and over.

When she comes to, he's joined her on the bed, lying across the length of it like she is. Her legs are still dangling off the side, while her head now rests on a pillow.

His doing.

While she was still trying to come down from her second high.

He's watching her quietly, his left palm flat on her stomach, while he leans on his right elbow.

"Hey," his voice is full of tenderness.

"Hey," she reaches her right hand under his left arm towards his back and pushes him onto his back, before looking disapprovingly at his clothed lower body, "Off. With. These."

She makes good on her demand, wasting no time in ridding him of his slacks, and his boxers.

In one go.

Like he did to her.

Her breath hitches in her chest at the sight of him. His toned legs. His thighs.

Her gaze then moves to his hips, taking in the smattering of hair that grows denser until…

She swallows, feeling the heat pool again between her legs. He's hard. And ready.

The effect this man had on her.

Her heated gaze moves to his face and she parts her lips at what she finds. His eyes are closed, and she can see his abdomen flex, making his erection twitch. She reaches out, curling her fingers around him.

"Ohhhh goooood," his voice is hoarse.

She senses that he's already pretty close to the edge, having already seen her through two releases. Her thumb slips up to the head, stroking it with intent.

She's about to lower her head to help him out when a gentle hand stops her. She looks at him, disappointed, "Harvey…"

He smiles softly at her, before sitting up and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her on top of him. Her legs part around his waist, feet resting flat on the bed. He pulls her still further into him, and she lets out a moan when her center, still sensitized, comes in contact with his.

"I need to be inside you when it happens, Donna," he says, bending his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

As they continue to kiss, he moves them both to the head of the bed. As soon as he has them situated, she presses down on him, and he lets out a growl.

"Donna," the warning in his tone is belied by his soft, questioning gaze.

She nods, and his hands curl around her waist, while she lifts herself up and then slowly sinks down on him.

As she feels him stretch her with every slide inside, she closes her eyes, and tears slide down her cheeks. The relief of finally being able to be this with him, to be able to freely have him the way she's always wanted to, once again threatens to overwhelm her.

"Hey," his hands reach for her damp cheeks, "You alright? Am I hu… "

She cuts off his near-worry by pressing her lips to his, and shaking her head, "No," her eyes close again when she feels him twitch inside her again. "I'm just happy, Harvey."

After that, there's no more conversation, when her hands find purchase on his shoulder, and she begins to move. Her nipples brush against his chest as she does, and one of his hands leaves her waist to cup her breast, his thumb rolling the stiff peak in time with her movements.

He meets her move for move, thrusting up into her, and reaching all the right places inside her with the familiarity of an old lover.

Still sensitive from her previous high, she whimpers when his hand reaches between them to where they're joined, and his eyes meet her own hooded gaze. His fingers find her bundle of nerves, and she finds herself losing control of her movements, pausing for a little while at the sheer intensity that ripples through her.

He takes advantage of her pause, and gently pushes her up and then to the side, rolling her under him. The movement causes him to slip out of her, but her whine of protest is lost into the kiss that he presses onto her lips, before sliding back inside her.

I'm not going anywhere.

He pulls her legs further up his sides, draping them over his arm, while his palms slip under her shoulders, lifting her slightly to him. She gasps as the position opens her up even more, allowing him to slide in as deep as he can go.

Oh god.

His gaze is open on hers as he begins to move, and she does her best to hold it. She loves seeing him like this. His jaw is clenched with effort, but his eyes are the softest she's ever seen them.

They continue in this way for what seems like an eternity before Donna is unable to keep her eyes open and his hips begin to lose their steady pace. He begins to thrust faster, while she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him as they chase their mutual release.

The sounds of his name and her name mingle together in the air between them one final time, and Donna finds herself flying for the third time, lost completely in him and his own release.

His hands slip out from under her shoulders, and her head flops back onto the pillow. His arms are still wrapped around her calves, and his palms gently caress her upper thighs, as he raises himself slightly to look down at her.

She smiles contently at him, reveling in his weight on her and the way he feels still inside her. She strokes the side of his face, before tracing the two moles on his left eyebrow.

"That was," he starts.

"Inevitable," she completes his sentence, and he smiles, his left hand leaving her leg to stroke the hair out of her face.

"I was going to say, worth the wait," he says.

"That, too."

His thumb soothes against her temple, and Donna feels her eyes well up again at the tenderness in his movements.

"Tears, again?" he teases gently, catching a treacherous drop that's slipped out of her left eye.

"Harvey, they're happy tears. I just love you. So much." she says, catching his thumb and pressing it to her lips. He responds by stroking her lower lip, and lets out a breath when her lips part, allowing him to slip it briefly into her mouth. She swipes her tongue against the flesh of his thumb and he responds by pressing his hips against her.

Even though they both are far too spent, she still feels a jolt of electricity at his movement and she tightens her legs around him. He runs the fingers of his right hand soothingly up her thigh, before gently slipping out of her.

She feels the loss instantly and tightens her grip on him.

Stay.

"I'm crushing you."

"You're not," she pulls him down to her and he meets her lips easily. She opens her mouth to his, and they sink into a kiss that's languid and all-consuming.

When they finally part, Harvey moves slightly to her left side, his hips slipping from between her legs. She groans, but sighs in content when he keeps his left leg pressed in between her thighs.

Her left arm moves up his back and to the back of his neck, while his left arm slips under her right, and she immediately bends her arm to be able curl her fingers around his. His thumb strokes the curve of her palm, while he buries his head into her neck.

"I love you, Donna," he says, his voice gravelly with exhaustion.

"I know," her fingers curl into the soft strands of his hair.

When she wakes up, she finds that their positions have switched, and she's fully cocooned in his embrace. An absolute first for her, since the last time they did this, she'd woken up to find him already dressed, an unreadable look on his face as he told her he had to go.

But now, he's here. Surrounding her. His skin pressed against hers in a promise that this is her new reality. She raises her head slightly to look at him, and she feels her heart burst at the look of absolute peace on his face. He looks almost boyish in the way his lashes kiss the skin under his eyes and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes are smoothed out.

She smiles, her fingers moving gently on his chest.

He's all hers.

The thought has her leaning forward to touch his face, her thumb stroking against his distinct jawline. His striking looks were the first thing she'd noticed about him when she'd seen him at the DA's office before she saw him smile at something that Big Bertha had been saying, and she was a goner.

She'd gone home that day and dug up everything she could about him: and the more she learned, the more she realized that this was a man she wanted to know and have in her life.

Three days later, she'd approached him at the bar, all sass and confidence, even as her insides did somersaults at the way his eyes had raked over her in appreciation.

"I can hear you staring," he says, and she's pulled back to the present to find him with his eyes still closed, and a small smile gracing his lips.

"You can hear me staring?" her eyebrows go up in amusement.

He opens his eyes, and grins, "Yup. I can hear the cogs and the gears turning in your head."

She slaps his chest and rolls her eyes, "You're an idiot."

He snickers and pulls her right leg over his waist, his palm then beginning a soft caress on her thigh. She closes her eyes, enjoying the simple touch.

They lie quietly for a while, and Donna can hear his own gears turning in the silence, and she waits patiently for him to tell her what's on his mind.

"You know, in a way, I'm kind of glad that Louis interrupted us earlier."

OK, that's not what she expected.

She raises her head to stare incredulously at him, "You are?"

He chuckles lowly, and playfully bops her nose, "I am. If it were not for me hearing you tell him what this - us - meant to you, I wouldn't have been able to find all the words I needed to say to you."

"You really didn't know what it meant to me?" she asks, wondering if she really had been that closed off to him.

He shakes his head, "Well, yes and no. I know that you mostly kept it hidden for my sake because you knew I wasn't ready but that didn't mean I wasn't still looking for some sign. Over our time together, I did try, but the answers you gave me always made me think that you didn't want me that way."

God, she had been so blind.

Like a brother or a cousin. She scoffed at her past self.

He, however, intuitively stops her self-recrimination when he says, "But, that's not to say I still wasn't this planet's biggest idiot when it came to us, Donna. Because you were right that day. I was scared to let those worlds collide, even though my heart knew differently. The one other time I came as close as I did to telling you how I really felt was when I saw how close you and Stephen had grown, and well, you know…"

"It bothered you," she nodded. "But, Harvey, about that, I don't blame you. Not really. I can see why that must have truly hurt you. I did see it then, but you know me."

"You wanted to live your life," he said.

"No, that's not it. It's that I was just as much in denial as you were. You will not believe the mental gymnastics I did to convince myself that what I was doing with Stephen wasn't against my rule. In hindsight, I realized that if I had to work that much to convince myself, then I was just lying to myself. I had broken my own rule. There was no getting around that. I told myself that it didn't matter that you were hurt by it, but it did. And then you were just so amazing to me after it all went to hell, and I decided then and there that I would never break that rule again, unless it was you."

He looks at her, his eyes wide and stunned at her confession, and she presses a kiss to his mouth to further seal her meaning. He responds eagerly, his arm now pulling her completely on top of him, and she goes easily, her heart beating in a joyful two-time beat at this new normal.

Before things escalate, however, she breaks the kiss, and reminds him of the time, "Shouldn't Marcus and the family be home by now?"

He sighs his acknowledgment and sits up with her still on top of him. He smirks when she makes no move to move off him, "You gonna move?

"Do you want me to?"

"Donna…"

She giggles and slips off his lap, "I'm curious though."

"About?" he asks, pushing himself off the bed, still naked, and lets his eyes scan the room looking for his boxers.

She, however, catches his attention, when she gets on her knees, and scoots on the bed to reach him at the side of the bed.

"What the shower is like in this house," she says, her arms reaching around his neck, while his own hands stray down to her bare butt, squeezing it and then sweeping her off the bed.

She finds that the shower is very much to her liking.

They soon find themselves back in the kitchen. She's changed into a summer dress, and he's dressed in a light blue button-down, paired with dark brown slacks that nearly had her dragging him to bed again.

He sets out to work on prepping a huge serving of mac and cheese, while she settles on one of the stools to watch him. The domesticity of it all strikes her and she can't wait to get back to their own homes in New York for more of this.

"So," he starts, a playful lilt coloring his voice, as he sets the water to boil. "I've been wondering about something."

"Hmm?"

"Earlier today, I noticed an interesting email in my inbox."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it was my bank. Notifying me of a login to my account on the day before."

When she doesn't reply, he turns around, a huge grin splitting his face.

"Well?"

"I… that was…"

"Go on, keep stumbling. It's only the second time I've seen you do that."

"Fine. I was desperate, OK? I needed to know where you were. And I didn't know what else to do. You weren't home when I went there, and like I told you, Jessica and Gretchen weren't going to say anything. And..."

"Wait, you went to my apartment?" he stares at her, his eyes pooling with remorse.

"I did," she doesn't meet his eyes. "I just needed to see you."

"Oh, Donna," he rounds the kitchen counter to reach her. He steps between her legs, and pulls her into his chest, his hands cupping her cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips and forehead. "I'm so sorry."

She shakes her head, "Don't be. I needed that."

"What?"

"I needed to know what it was like with you gone. Rachel - I swear that woman's going to be a tigress in court, someday - made me see what I'd been doing, and how despite my apparent determination to move on, I never really could."

"How do you mean?"

"Harvey, if I really wanted to move on, I'd have left the firm. But instead, I just moved to the other side of the floor. I still saw you every day. And I kept tabs on what was happening with you through Rachel, kinda. Every morning, I'd keep one eye on the elevator bay, and only after I'd seen you step into the firm, I felt at ease. I didn't really want to move on. I realize that now. I just needed a little space."

He shakes his head, astonishment writ large on his face, "Gosh, we've been such idiots. I mean, I thought I was the only one. And," he leans in closer to her ear, "I'll let you in on a secret. Sometimes I took the elevators just so I could catch a sight of you at your desk. I'd make multiple trips to the bagel cart to justify those trips. It's going to take me a few more boxing rounds and jogs around Central Park to burn off all those carbs I consumed."

She laughs and pats his stomach, "I think you're doing just fine, mister. Trust me, I felt it all. Besides, boxing and running aren't the only ways you can work out, you know? Now, shoo. Go and finish what you're doing. It won't be good for either of us if we set your brother's house on fire because we can't keep our hands off each other."

"That's a good idea," an amused voice says behind them, and they both turn to find Marcus standing at the entrance to the kitchen, a huge grin on his face. It really ran in the family, Donna thinks, but she still finds her own man's smile far more devastating - in all the good ways.

"Dickhead," Harvey acknowledges his brother's presence before moving back into the kitchen and pulling out the box of macaroni. His brother indicates where he can find the cheese, before settling on the stool next to Donna.

He watches Harvey putter around in the kitchen for a short while, before turning to Donna.

"So."

"So?" she replies, her eyebrows raised.

"He finally did it. Wised up. Opened his eyes. Pulled his head out of his.."

"Hey, shut up," Harvey says, waving his spatula warningly in his brother's direction. "Don't make me clobber you, chump."

Donna laughs at him, before answering Marcus' question, "Yes. All of the above."

"Good! I've been telling him he's an idiot for the last ten years. And our dad, too."

"Really?" her curiosity is piqued now, and she looks at Harvey who has his back turned to them and is studiously stirring the pasta in the pot, avoiding their gaze.

"Yes," Marcus offers helpfully, "Only every time he saw him."

She knows that Gordon had adored her, loved her even. But this was news to her. Shaking her head, she slips off the stool, and moves behind him, one hand gently pressing against his shoulder to get him to turn around.

He does so, reluctantly, and meets her gaze with uncertain eyes until she says, "I'm glad you finally listened." She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him, not caring that Marcus is witnessing this. Harvey smiles into her kiss and slips his arm around her shoulder before breaking the kiss.

He moves her gently to his side, while her own arms wrap around his middle, and they both catch the look on Marcus' face: eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape and a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

Harvey rolls his eyes, "Close your mouth, Marcus. The food is coming."

There is only one way to describe evenings in the younger Specter's household, Donna thinks. Chaos.

Katie arrives a few minutes after her husband and immediately takes charge of the kitchen, banishing her brother-in-law to the living room along with Donna. The two of them chat with Marcus about various sundry things, including Marcus' restaurant that he demands that she and Harvey visit soon.

The second the kids are home, however, the once-quiet house is filled with excited shrieks and squeals as both kids immediately clamor around their uncle, determined to fill him in on their day in school.

She watches as Harvey hoists the little girl into his arms and spends a few minutes listening to her chatter, nodding, and gasping in all the right places. The girl - seven-year-old Haley - clearly adores her uncle and is loath to be let out of his arms when it's her brother's turn. She pouts petulantly when he sets her down until she spots Donna. Harvey nudges the girl towards her, introducing her as his girlfriend, for the first time.

She feels her insides melt at that but focuses her attention on the girl. Haley moves into her arms and soon enough, her curiosity about her uncle's special friend drives her to ask her questions that Donna does her best to answer. She tells her all about what she does for her uncle - or used to do - and how she used to be an actress before she met her uncle, and how her uncle still let her go do plays when she wanted to.

He nudges her at that last bit, "Let you? Like you'd have given me a choice?"

"Uh, huh," she says, nudging him back. "You always made a fuss about it, Uncle Harvey."

"I did not!" he says, mock-outrage in his voice. "Don't listen to her, Haley. Donna always does what she likes, whether or not I liked it."

The little girl giggles at that and says, "But Daddy always told me that you were very bossy when you were kids, so I believe Aunt Donna."

Donna buries a snort into the girl's dark hair, even as her heart skips at the girl calling her Aunt Donna.

As the evening progresses, Donna finds herself feeling like she's always belonged to this family. Seeing Harvey in his element here, as a doting uncle and a loving brother, makes her fall in love with him even more. She's never thought that she would get a chance to witness him this way, and she feels all the more thankful that she took a chance and got on a plane.

Later that night, she joins Harvey as he reads to his niece from a series of titles that she finds absolutely hilarious.

Purplicious. Really?

But her hilarity is soon replaced by awe when she sees how involved he is when he reads to the delighted little girl in his arms. He takes on different voices - high-pitched squeaks and low-pitched growls that she never imagined coming from him have her gaping at him over the little girl's head.

He catches her eye and grins, before returning to what he was doing. Once they're done with the book, he gives in to the girl's pleas to read it once again, and Donna giggles, mouthing, "Sap." He punishes her by roping her into the reading and then watches amused when she gives in to Haley's demand for a third encore.

The little girl's request for a fourth is thankfully intercepted by her father who steps into the room and insists she let her uncle and aunt go. The girl relents but only after extracting a promise from both of them that they'd give her five readings on the next day.

They decline the offer of a nightcap from Marcus and Katie and his brother can't help but tease them, "I guess you won't be needing the extra room, after all, Donna."

Harvey smiles smugly as Katie slaps her husband's chest, "Leave them alone, Marcus."

Donna shakes her head at the two brothers and exchanges a look of commiseration with Katie, something that she senses will become routine soon enough.

She follows Harvey into his - their - room, and as soon as the door closes, he's on her. His arms wrapping around her before sliding down and then up again under the hem of her dress. It's clear that he appreciates the easy access like she knew he would.

He doesn't bother teasing her this time, and her underwear is soon on the floor. It's not even a minute later, that her dress and all of his clothes join her panties.

They make love three more times through the night, doing their best to keep their moans muffled and feeling thankful for the sturdiness of the bed in this room.

The next morning - the start of their first full day together - begins much in the way Donna wants it to. Wrapped completely in his arms, with her back to his chest, and his legs trapped between hers, as his morning arousal nudges in between the cheeks of her butt. She stretches against him, brushing purposefully against his erection, and he catches her waist in warning, a low growl rumbling into her neck.

She giggles and turns around in his arms, her left leg draping over his hip, and her own wetness making itself felt against his skin. He smiles, understanding her meaning. His hand reaches between them, and he brushes knuckles against her folds lightly, before sliding into her.

Fully. Deeply.

She presses her forehead against his and lets him take charge.

He's languid.

He's soft.

He's all-consuming.

He moves slowly and unhurriedly, his hand cupping her left butt, as the tips of his fingers graze lightly at the skin just under her entrance, where they're joined.

It's crazy how well he knows her body.

When she finally comes around him, it's with a soft sigh that's pressed into his lips. His own release follows in much the same way, with a soft grunt that he muffles into her forehead, while he fills her with his love.

They stay intertwined like that for a good while, caressing each other, familiarizing themselves with every dip and curve on their bodies. They punctuate it with the occasional endearment and kiss.

Their peaceful reverie is however rudely interrupted when an urgent knock sounds on his door. Harvey throws his robe on and goes to answer it, only to find Katie looking frazzled and apologetic for interrupting them.

"I'm so sorry Harvey, but you need to come downstairs."

Her husband joins her in the hall looking equally flustered, "I tried to tell her, Harvey. But she won't leave."

"Marcus, slow down. Tell who what?"

"It's mom. She's downstairs. And she won't leave until she's seen you."

Author's Notes: Oops? Yes, it's another cliffy, and I'm sorry, but at least they're together now? ;)

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