A/N: This is by no means an autographic reenactment of what has happened to me before.. at all. AT. ALL.

As Donna walked into the grand lobby of Zane Specter Litt, she couldn't help but gracefully stifle a yawn. She had spent the night before having a long overdue FaceTime session with Rachel, and despite her promising the time zone had no effect on her, Donna knows herself that it's a white lie—none of them are in their twenties anymore, after all.

She can't stop smiling while replaying the contents of yesterday's call. The first hour had been about gossip about people they worked with; Rachel was still very much in the loop with what was going on in ZSL, and Donna had done her magic on analyzing and remembering people just by Rachel's tales alone. Mike had joined them briefly to say hi and to ask how Harvey was doing with a suggestive eyebrow wrinkle before Rachel had smacked him away and changed the subject completely by mentioning an article she had recently read from Cosmopolitan.

The next hour, thanks to the increased levels of wine in their system, had completely derailed their call into a true girl's night, where their conversation became a giggle-fest talking about anything and everything dirty. Donna had guffawed as Rachel recounted her and Mike trying edible underwear for the first time, while Rachel shrieked at Donna's admission that her recent vibrator purchase had actually done more for her than most men she had been with.

"Why'd you buy it?" Rachel asked.

"It got 5 star reviews on Amazon with 13,000 reviews," Donna emphasized. "How could I not treat myself, especially when I'm so stressed managing everything lately?"

"Wait a minute, when was the last time you've been with a guy?"

"I don't know, like, 6 months maybe? The firm's been pretty busy after you troublemakers left,"

"SIX MONTHS?!" Rachel almost yells into the phone. "That's far too long. You need to get yourself some good dick, ASAP. No wonder you're so high-strung."

"Rach!" Donna exclaimed while laughing. Having been friends for so long, Donna was perfectly aware of how loose-lipped her best friend could get after some alcohol.

"What? I'm dead serious. Donna, you are smoking hot. You could go into a bar and have your pick of New York's finest bachelors," she argues.

"I think I'm getting too old for that,"

"Please, you have the body of a 25-year-old. Don't think I don't notice what yoga does to you. In addition to being more flexible. Wow, Donna. You're the whole package. If I didn't have Mike, even I'd go after you,"

"Rachel Elizabeth Zane, are you flirting with me?"

"Fat chance. I would never, knowing that Harvey's still around. That man wants you so bad."

Donna laughs again, this time with more uncertainty, now with Harvey being brought up. "Okay, Rachel, I think someone's a little too affected by the alcohol and should maybe head to bed soon,"

"Donnnnnnaaa-" Rachel whines before suddenly feeling boldened by a sense of recklessness. "Tell me you've thought about it before. Tell me you've thought about taking him home and letting him have his way with you,"

She tries her best to not have Rachel hear her sharp intake of breath at the thought. "What good would that do?"

"You guys are two both very fine individuals bursting at the seams. You need to get laid, and he looks at you like he would devour you in a heartbeat given the chance,"

"How would you know? You haven't been here for 6 months."

"I don't have to be. He's always had that look on his face, but you were just too blind to see it,"

Donna's stunned. Sure, she thinks Harvey's attractive. And yes, if she's being honest with herself, after the wedding where they danced together all night, she occasionally imagines a life with him where they can go home and he settles himself in between her legs and she returns the favor and makes him scream. To her, it's all but a fantasy, even if she's noticed lately that he's asked her to have a drink in his office more than usual, and if his look lingers longer than it used to. But it doesn't mean anything, and she attributes all her daydreams to her own sexual shortcomings.

"Rach, I-"

"Has Harvey had any one-night stands lately?"

"N-no. Not that I know of."

"Mike told me he's been asking you to drinks a lot more, and you guys are having a lot of late nights at the office, not just for work either," Rachel teases in a sing-songy voice.

"Maybe," Donna says weakly.

"Combine that with how close he was holding you at my wedding...Seems to me like he's yours for the taking, Donna. The only question is, do you want him?"

God yes, she wants to scream into the phone. That man had the audacity to suddenly pull out his 3-piece suits, and she can barely keep herself contained at times. But she has to keep her control. She's built a very clear boundary between her and Harvey, and it works. She's not going to risk that no matter what her libido tells her.

"I don't really see what the problem is anymore," Rachel keeps rambling. "You don't work for him, there's no crazy ex in the picture, and you guys are obviously into each other-"

"Hey, I never said I was into-"

"Donna Roberta Paulsen don't you dare try to lie your way out of this one," Rachel interrupts immediately.

"I don't like where this conversation is going," Donna grumbles in indignation.

"Yeah, well, I don't like how your love life is going!"

"Rachel!"

"Sorry, sorry, crossed a line. Drunk brain talking. But I'm serious. You don't want to meet eligible bachelors, fine. Your heart's with Harvey. Isn't it about time you took the plunge?"

"I have no idea how this conversation even turned into this but Rach... even if I wanted to... what the fuck would I even say?"

"I...guess you'll have to figure that out on your own," Rachel says, with a sense of seriousness. She can tell why Rachel sounds much more reserved now.

She's never actually admitted that she might want to be with Harvey.

Even she doesn't know how to handle it herself.

Tired now, Donna's eyes wander onto her clock which reads 1:36AM.

"Rach, I should go," she sighs.

"Donna, I'm sorry if I crossed a line,"

"Oh, so it sounds like Ms. Seattle is sobering up," Donna teases.

"I kind of just realized how... aggressive I was being," Rachel admits.

"It's okay, Rach. I know you come from a good place,"

"So.. what are you going to do about you and Harvey?"

Donna has no fucking clue either. "I'll figure it out in the morning. Goodnight, Rachel."

"Goodnight, Donna."

As she walks into her office, Donna briefly remembers Rachel had texted her sometime later in the night, but she hadn't read it yet but made a mental note to look at it later.

The day continued on and Donna tried her very best to not focus on what she had admitted yesterday. Could she possibly have it all with Harvey? Was that even an option for her on the table? Could Rachel really tell how Harvey felt about her just from observing how he apparently looked at her?

Before she could spiral further, the man himself strolled into her office. On first look, Donna cursed him for looking so nice today. Dressed in a navy three-piece with a gray tie and a tasteful watch to finish off the look, Harvey looked good enough to be the center of her imagination as she anticipated another inevitable night with her newest Amazon purchase. Smug hot bastard, she thought.

"What can I do for you, Harvey?" she asks breezily, as he sits himself down across the desk.

"Did you see the picture?" Harvey asks with a grin.

"No... wait... what picture?"

"Rachel's text," he says, as if the answer were obvious.

Donna frowns as she pulls out and unlocks her phone. Was it the message she forgot to read this morning?

"Seriously, you didn't read Rachel's last text? I thought you guys were best friends,"

Before Donna can react, her Siri function pops up by mistake in response to Harvey saying "seriously". The tin-like voice reverberates into her office as it interprets Harvey's unintentional command. "Reading... Rachel Zane's last text..."

"Wait, shit.. no... stop..." Donna is helpless as she watches Siri transfer over to her Messages app where she gets a first glance at what Rachel's mysterious text was. Her eyes widen immediately in horror as she scans through the text, but she's too frazzled and can only helplessly fumble with her phone accidentally locking it as Siri starts reading:

"If you ask me, I think you should just tell Harvey you want to be madly dicked down by him," says Siri. "I talked to Mike and from what he tells me he definitely has the hots for you too, so it would work out. Just think about it, love you!"

Holy

Fuck.

She's going to kill Rachel.

She refuses to look him in the eye while she considers her options. In that instant, she decides if she survives the encounter, she's going to buy a thousand lottery tickets because she'll never be luckier again in her life. If she doesn't, she's on the next flight to Paris, never to return as she adapts to her new identity of being a celibate nun.

"Any chance you... didn't hear that?" Donna asks weakly.

"No, no... hearing's still pretty good," Harvey responds dryly.

"Did Rachel send you this? Is that why you came in here?"

"No, Rachel sent me a picture of Mike sleeping on their sofa, and she had stacked a bunch of mattresses and a lamp on top of his body but he didn't notice because he was so tired," Harvey explains. "I figured she'd sent it to you too."

"Oh," is all Donna can muster. She has no idea how to get herself the fuck out of here.

"So is it true? You want me to "madly dick you down?"" Harvey asks.

She doesn't even have to look, already knows his face is breaking out into an infuriating grin. If she catches sight of it, she knows she has the potential to smack him through her 50th level window.

"Not you, specifically, " Donna tries to backpedal. "It's just.. been a while..since I've.. you know. Had someone."

She still can't look him in the eye.

"Oh, so I'm just convenient?" Harvey asks, now with a deadpanned expression.

"Um..."

"Just because I'm a man, doesn't mean I don't have feelings. You wound me, Donna Paulsen," Harvey says dramatically, with a hand over his heart to perfect his wounded feelings.

She looks up at him frantically, "That's not what I meant-"

Harvey chuckles good-naturedly. "It's fine, Donna." He rises slowly from his chair.

"Kind of a shame, though," he continues.

Her interest is immediately piqued. "What do you mean?"

He straightens his posture, puffing his chest out as she watches one of his large hands tuck into his pockets.

"What Mike said to Rachel, about me" he emphasizes, looking her in the eye before his eyes linger down to check her out for a millisecond.

"He wasn't lying," he concludes with a smirk and wink, leaving a flabbergasted Donna at her desk as he turns away walking swiftly out of her office.

Needing a break, Rachel turns away from her computer to check if she had any messages. Seeing a text from Donna, she opens it immediately before and proceeds to almost drop her phone at the picture attached.

She bolts to her husband's office. "Mike... MIKE!" she yells, shoving her phone in his face.

On it, a picture of Donna and Harvey laying in bed, him kissing her on the cheek, only a thin sheet covering their naked bodies.

Donna: Looks like I might owe you one.