Little disclaimer, I don't own this story, but have the author's authorisation to publish it in her name.
that said, I hope you enjoy some jealous darvey!
Fundraisers are his least favorite part of the job. Dressing up in the most expansive suits, parading around fancy hotel venues, and diplomatically begging the rich and powerful for donations, all the while, they secretly try to find the best way to stab each other in the back.
Harvey hates every bit of it, but it's a necessary evil, as Jessica teaches him, a definite must in the list of tasks he has to complete if he wants to stay the best closer in the city.
He can usually handle himself just fine at these events, can charm his way into many and wealthy businessman's good graces, but tonight it's different.
It's different because his secret lover is here, and he's watching her.
It's not that he hovers or coddles her, but she's as good at him -if not better – at closing businessmen, and that includes seeing her smiling and fluttering her eyelashes at all these rich old men.
As it turns out, the man who starts the entire incident is not old.
He's famous, though, a high-profile investor by the name of Logan Mars, who a friend-of-a-friend his way into the guest list, and now mingles with the high and mighty, pretending to be one of them as he offers Donna his money, provided she do something for him.
"And what would that be?" she plays along, trying to remain polite while keeping her distance, the light and easy-going demeanor she saves for these events now gone and replaced with a wariness she's never felt before.
"Well, you see, I have a room at this hotel," Mars says to her moving closer and trailing a finger up her naked arm, his breath so close it makes her body shake with fear, her stomach rolling at his sleazy proposal when he adds, "maybe you can come with me… we could get to know each other better, find out how well we do business together."
"I beg your pardon?" Donna gasps, wrenching herself from him, but he's too quick. Everyone seems too busy with impressing each other to notice that she's in trouble, even Harvey, who's now engaged in a heated conversation with one of his clients, and the man's clammy hand closing around her wrist as he pulls her toward him.
"You heard me. I have friends in the business who are looking for new representation. That's what you want, isn't it? New clients for your boss. Well, I'm sure we could come to some sort of…understanding. I've never slept with a secretary before, but something tells me you live up to the fantasy."
"How dare you speak to me like that?" she snaps back, and she sees waves of anger flare in his eyes.
"You have ten seconds to let go of my arm," she hisses menacingly when he grabs her again, "or I promise you'll regret it."
"Oh, feisty; Good, I like it when they're wild," he smiles, licking at his yellowing teeth.
"Eight…seven…" Donna mutters.
"Six…five, I'm quite excited to see how this goes," Mars joins in, "three, tw- "
She hears rather than sees the cracking of his jaw as Harvey lands a punch on him, sending the man tumbling to the floor and clutching his face as he walls in pain.
"Stay away from her!" he barks at the slimy man, and Donna is mortified.
She feels Harvey's hand steer her away when everyone takes notice of what's happened, and Logan is spewing threats from his spot on the floor, telling her she's just a sleeping slut, and it has anger building up in both her and Harvey again. But as tempting as coming back to his sounds, she doesn't want to make a bigger scene than Harvey did, and so she strolls away, her head held high until she and Harvey go out of the door of the ballroom and down the hall towards the bathrooms, where they can't be spied on.
"What were you thinking?!" she hisses at him when they've made sure they're secluded enough, and no one will find them.
"Excuse me?! He was hurting you!"
"I was handling it!" she snaps.
"Are you seriously fighting me because I defended you?!" Donna barks back, and uh, he is so insufferable sometimes.
"Do you realize what this will look like?! What people will think when the legal world finds out Harvey Specter bite Logan Mars for his secretary?!"
"Is that really what you're worried about?! He could've hurt you, Donna!"
"I told you I was handling it! This is a hard endeavor as it is, Harvey. I don't need your jealousy to feed the rumor's mill."
"Well, pardon me for trying to keep some bastard's hands off my girlfriend."
"Oh, no, don't try to make me look like the bad guy here. You overstepped your bounds. You made a man bleed in the middle of a fundraiser, for crying out loud!"
"I'm out of here. I can't talk with you when you're like this," Harvey says, his tone low, disappointed.
"You mean when I'm being sensible?!" she bites back, but he's not listening, walks away, and leaves her there to stew in her frustration, angry tears threatening to spill and ruin her makeup.
She doesn't let them, though, fixes the few hairs she finds out of place and reapplies some lipstick before she heads out, walking back into the ballroom with a smile on her face, pretending not to notice the waiters hastily cleaning the small bits of blood smeared on the floor where the altercation took place.
She smiles apologetically at every pair of eyes she comes across until she reaches Rachel and Mike standing in a corner. Both of them look at her with curiosity, scrutinizing her just so that she feels exposed to the bone. Donna says nothing, but Rachel's lifted eyebrow is enough for her to flash that grin, and Mike whispers an "About damn time."
Minutes later, they're joined by some potential clients, all of whom jokingly offer to sign in the firm if Donna promises to keep all the firm's events this interesting. They make light fit, laugh, and discuss proper issues and actual landing, and Donna starts to think she may salvage the night after all.
And then it all comes crashing down with one look towards the bar.
Harvey is there, sitting on a stool and nursing a Scotch, but that's not what throws her. What makes her blood boil is the cheapy dressed blonde running a hand up and down his arm, her fake smile and fake boobs taking up his line of vision as she whispers something in his ear, and he laughs and shakes his head, turning to face the other side of the room, trying to avoid her as he sips his drink.
Not that that stops Miss America from trying to get his attention, she simply pageant-walks her tiny body to the other side as well, so that once again, she's face to face with Harvey. Her Harvey.
She is not the jealous type, but she has boundaries. Donna sees red.
One second she's standing there making small talk with Louis and the client he just landed, and the next, she's stalking towards the bar, her champagne glass held so tightly in her hand she's surprised she doesn't crush it. Suddenly she's there, and both her boyfriend and the annoying brat trying to seduce him are oblivious to her presence. Still, Donna doesn't stop to wait for them to notice her, rather walks straight to the girl and accidentally bumps into her so hard she actually makes her slide off her stool. Then, just to top things off, she uses the not-so-accidental collusion to tip her glass, spilling her drink all down the front of the other woman's very trashy and expensive pink dress, Harvey's eyes widening, half-murmuring an apology as the younger woman walks away in a rage after Donna offers a smug Oops, that sounds anything but contrite.
He rises, walks off to the opposite door, not looking back to see if she follows, but she does, her steps hurried as she tries to catch up with him until they're back near the bathrooms, away from the cameras once again.
"Why the hell did you do that?!"
"Oh, please, the little princess had it coming," she says like it's no big deal.
"Did she?" Harvey asks, and he's angry, so very angry, and- no, no, not angry...amused...he's, he's laughing, actually laughing.
"She was all over you!" Donna defends, crossing her arms petulantly over her chest as she continues, "What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let her touch yo- Oh."
It hits her then, why this is so funny to Harvey. She's just reacted in the exact same way he did earlier when Logan Mars was getting handsy with her.
"Yes. Oh," he mocks, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at her with a smirk that she wants to kiss right off.
So she does.
His hands find her waist almost immediately, pushing her back against the wall as she assaults his mouth with hers, her tongue tasting the Scotch on his and moaning as she savors it.
"Just for the record," he gasps when they break apart for air, one hand moving from her waist to her breast, kneading the swell slowly and firmly, making her gasp as he keeps talking, "you have nothing to worry about. "
Leave it to him to turn some hot and heavy kissing into an emotional experience. She knows he'd never, ever do that to her. It's the very reason she can toy with him that way.
Because she trusts him this bad.
"Don't I? She was young and pretty," she counters, still basking in his attentions.
"And drunk, and obnoxious, and most importantly, not you," he rasps against her neck, wrapping both arms around her waist and pressing her flush against him, his mouth back on hers a second later, teeth nipping playfully at her tongue when she licks his upper lip.
"I only want you, Donna," he breathes into her ear, rocking his hips against hers, his erection straining against his pants as he presses it even closer to her dress, so much she can feel his hardness as it slides up and down against her thigh; "You're the only one that does this to me," he insists, and god, she wants him so badly.
They can't, not here, they'll take too long, and he'll be missed, and if he accidentally tears her dress…
But it seems he's already devised a plan, and he's shamelessly dry-humping her against the wall, licking and kissing her neck and jaw and mouth, his tongue hot and wet and perfect, hands drifting down to her ass and groping, his satisfied grunts mixing with her moans as he keeps thrusting against her, the seam of his trousers hitting her clit just right over the layers of fabric, the friction causing pleasure to slither up her body in the most delicious way.
It doesn't take her long to come, riled up as she is by the champagne and the adrenaline of this whole ordeal, and Harvey grunts and thrusts a few more times before he exhales her name in a bout of ecstasy, coming in his pants just as she starts to come down from her high.
"We should fight more often," he chuckles into the skin of her neck, making her laugh as she presses a lingering kiss to his jaw, thankful for his hands as they hold her upright, her legs still too shaky from her orgasm to do the job themselves.
"Mmm," she agrees, cradling his cheek in her hand to bring his face to hers, whispering one tiny caveat that has him nodding eagerly.
"Fewer clothes next time, okay?"
His tone is teasing yet hot and breathy as he answers, his lips hovering hungrily over hers.
"As the lady wishes."
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