The Ultimate Fantasy
With her back to the door and her legs crossed, Donna sits in her office, staring out of the windows. As Manhattan gets slowly swallowed up by the setting darkness, a heavy sigh travels through the room. It has been a long-ass day after a long-ass week and Donna is just about this ready to go home. She would have even done so by now, if Harvey hadn't promised her he would be finished with work in half an hour and that they could go home together then. Only that that had been almost forty-five minutes ago.
Donna had used the time to finish up her own work, before pouring herself a drink to start and wind down from the day she's had. The situation with Faye is still intense and tiring but if Donna could trust her gut, she could also already see the silver lining down the road. It's been three months now. Three months of anger and distrust, of power struggle and losses. But it's also been three months of redefining and regrouping, redirecting and recovering. They'd all grown closer as a team. At first in opposition to the Special Master, but with every additional day under her leadership, they had also grown closer in their shared desire to become the kind of lawyers they knew they could be. They are on the right path and they would see this through. And sooner or later, Faye would leave and they could finally move into the future with full force.
On this particular Friday night, Faye had already left hours before, as had most of the other lawyers and associates on the fiftieth floor as the evening progressed. Donna takes a quick look at her cellphone, checking for the time. 7:50pm, the white letters flash, making her release another heavy sigh. The glass in her other hand is almost empty and she contemplates for a moment if maybe a second drink would shorten the wait.
But since the first one has theoretically been one and a half, that already leaves her a little foggy and lightheaded as it is and since she would much rather drink the next one with her favorite man by her side, she decides against it in the end. Instead, Donna gives herself over to the thoughts that start invading her mind, of the times they had indeed sat down together to have a glass of Scotch. Memories carry her back to their early days, still at the DA's office, when the drinks were as much a distraction after a long day of work as they were a test to their resolve. Neither would have ever admitted that but that was exactly what it has been all about. And they had come dangerously close to crossing the line, the one she had sworn to never cross with a colleague, countless of times. It was there in their looks. And in the stolen touches that set their bodies on fire. When they sat temptingly close on the sofa in his office, their knees or elbows accidentally brushing. Or when he sat down next to her on her desk, flirting with her, his eyes more than once dropping shamelessly to her cleavage for just a moment too long. Or when she sat down on his desk, legs teasingly crossed, the slit of her dress running too high for him to ignore.
Thinking back now, Donna can't even fathom anymore how they had managed to keep their hands off of each other for as long as they did. Until that one night that they didn't have to anymore. More images flood her mind; images that had been forbidden for far too long. Stored in her soul, where she hadn't allowed them to come forth for her own sanity's sake. But now that she can, they tend to appear in crystal clear quality, as if it had happened yesterday instead of twelve years ago. His boyish smile, his hungry lips, the glint in his eyes. Clothes leaving a trail to her bedroom. Sticky bodies and messy sheets. Laughter and giggles that turned into moans and sighs. They had felt unstoppable, their union as vigorous and intense as their youth had allowed. Passion, want and haste fulfilling physical needs and yearnings, but burying their hearts' desires under waves of ecstasy.
Donna's skin starts tingling as thoughts of the other time replay in her head. Gulping down the remainder of Scotch, she decides that it finally is time to go home. And she would be damned if she didn't find a way to make Harvey come with her.
Placing her now empty glass on the window sill before her, Donna turns around with determination set in her posture as she reaches for her phone. Tapping on the #1 button, a mischievous glint flickers in her eyes as she waits for him to pick up.
Her heart skips a beat when he immediately does so after the first ring. "Hey you," Harvey greets her with that soft tone of his that he always reserves only for her. It's almost enough to make her falter and forget what she had set out on doing. "I'm almost done, so we-"
"Mr. Specter. Sorry to interrupt. Your eight o'clock appointment is waiting in the conference room for you."
"Donna, what are you talk-"
"I saw that you didn't check the time, so I thought it was my duty as your secretary to remind you of your meeting." Donna can practically hear the confusion in his silent breathing. "Don't worry about your copies while you're gone. I will take care of them. Make sure they're ready for you once you return."
"Donna, are you-" Harvey starts again, clearing his throat from the lump that has formed there.
"Are there any other needs I can take care of for you, Mr. Specter?" Donna asks sweetly, trying to suppress the giggle that's bubbling deep inside of her chest, instead focusing back on her goal. "Maybe a cup of coffee?"
"Donna," Harvey growls into the telephone and it's a warning and a plea all in one. That's when she knows he has finally caught up to the conversation now and that she has him exactly where she wants him.
"Or do you need a hand with anything else, Mr. Specter?"
There is a loud exhale, followed by a momentary silence on the line, before Harvey speaks again.
"Do you have any idea, how many times I have fantasized about something like this?" His voice is low now, as his breathing deepens.
The tone hits something deep within her body, chasing away the need to giggle at how affected he is by this and instead replacing it with the ever present and seemingly unquenchable need to be close to him.
"Tell me about them… your fantasies…" Donna challenges him, her own breathing accelerating and adjusting to his. This isn't exactly how she had imagined the conversation to go and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows it's not the brightest idea to encourage him either. But just like she had him, the intriguing vibrato in his voice has now caught her, too.
"Where would I even begin…" Harvey hums, before falling quiet for a moment. Anticipation tickles Donna's skin, as she patiently waits for him to continue. "All the times I imagined having you on my desk. Or on yours. " His needy whisper is laced with desire. "All the times your dresses drove me insane. Especially once I knew what lay beneath. The way you moved… and the way you swayed. Always so overwhelmingly tantalizing."
His breath is heavy and the way he speaks triggers every single nerve inside of Donna's body. For a moment, their inhales and exhales are the only sounds being made.
"Have you ever been close?" Donna whispers quietly.
"Many times," Harvey admits hoarsely, not even needing any more clarification from Donna.
"Tell me about one of those moments," Donna dares him, her voice low and sultry.
He thinks for a second, as hundreds of moments from thousands of days pop up in his head. All of them are enticing. All of them had led to him jerking off in the shower on those nights. But there is one that stands out. From still early on, shortly after they had come to work for the firm. It doesn't stand out because his need to have her had been more overpowering or unbearable than in others. It stands out because it's the first time he has felt it. For the first time, since the other time.
"Do you remember the day Michael Jordan signed with us?"
"You mean with me?"
Harvey chuckles, as images of Donna's current self blur with the ones from seven years ago inside of his head. Immediately, the memory makes all the other ones dissolve.
"I found you bending over beside my desk. And it drove me nearly insane."
"What would you have done to me? If you could have? If we had been alone? No rules?" Donna whispers, daring him to keep talking.
"I would have walked up behind you… Put my hands around you… and if I could have… I would have had my way with you." His raspy voice is intense, leaving no doubt about just what he would have done to her. If he could have.
"Harvey… details," Donna replies intently, urging him on.
"Donna…" Harvey warns and the way her name rolls off of his tongue elicits a shiver to run through her body. "Don't start something you have no intention of finishing."
Trying to calm herself down from the effect his voice is having on her, Donna chuckles quietly. "Oh, I have every intention of finishing this, believe me."
The tension rises as another short silence is ended by a heavy exhale from Harvey. Donna can almost feel his hot breath cascading over her neck, down her back and it is enough to make goosebumps run all over her skin, as the blood beneath her skin starts rushing through her veins.
"I would have walked up behind you… and pressed myself against you," Harvey breathes into the telephone. "And because the smell of your perfume had already filled up my whole office… and because of the way your body stretched out like that… you would have felt how much I wanted you." Another short silence. Another heavy exhale. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it…"
"Tell me more, Harvey," Donna murmurs into the mouthpiece, uncrossing her legs and leaning back into her chair.
"I would have wrapped my arms around you, pulled you up and into me. I would have buried my nose in your hair… have I ever told you how much I love the way you smell? Sometimes that alone is enough to make me lose my mind." Donna can hear him shuffle around, as he tries to find a more comfortable position in his chair as well. His eyes dart outside for a moment, but the hallway is dark and empty. "I would have let my hands slide from your hips to your front. Down your thighs and back up again… over your stomach… and up to your breasts."
Donna can feel his words as if they were his hands and her nipples are tightening beneath her bra on their own accord. Her eyes drift close while she tries to calm her heart, that's hammering against the confines of her chest.
"I would have kissed your neck, that sensitive spot inches beneath your ear that always drives you crazy. I would have kissed it, licked it… grazed it with my teeth. I would have made you moan, right there… in the middle of the office… and that would have made me even harder."
There is a rustling at the other end of the line and the sound of a zipper being pulled open. Blood is rushing and desire is pooling between her legs. Donna squeezes her legs together, trying to release some of the pressure that is forming there.
"Don't touch yourself," Donna commands in a low tone.
"Donna…" Harvey growls into the line, desire and dislike battling for dominance in his voice.
"I'll take care of it later. Just… don't touch yourself."
"I'm rock hard, Donna," he hisses, pressing down on his pulsating length beneath his desk. Once more his eyes dart outside for a second, but except for the light shining inside of her office down the hallway, there is no sign of life. His free hand reaches for his tie, releasing the garment from around his neck and letting it drop to his desk carelessly.
"And I'm… ready for you," Donna lets him know breathlessly. "But no touching. Keep talking."
And so he does, as the mental images keep growing in clarity. "I would have ground my dick against you. Hard… while I would have pressed you forward slightly to reach for the zipper of your dress. I would have pulled it down… all the way… I wish I could have pulled it down slowly… but I would have wanted you so much… so fucking much that I probably wouldn't have been able to restrain myself… Seeing you in black or blue or red lace would have taken my breath away for a moment… the sight alone shooting more blood into my cock…. I would have rid you from the dress quickly… because as much as I would have wanted to take it slow, you'd have just been too overwhelming to hold myself back."
Every nerve ending in Donna's body is taut and on fire. And while their foreplay has always been arousing and fulfilling, right in this second Donna can't for the life of her remember if she has ever been this turned on by him before. Every word, every image, every hypothetical touch is stroking the flames inside of her, up to the point where she doesn't know how much more she would be able to take.
Unperturbed, Harvey continues with his fantasy, that doesn't feel like a fantasy at all. "I would have let my hand slide into your panties then… because I would have wanted to find out if you were as ready for me as I was for you… My fingers would have inched closer… and closer… already feeling the heat emanating from your center… And I would have found you wet, wouldn't I? So wet… for me…"
"Only for you, Harvey… always only for you," Donna whispers, itching to touch herself now after all. Her center is pulsating and for a moment she is overthinking her no-touching-rule, when his voice pulls her back to the conversation once more.
"I would have stroked you. Slowly at first. Featherlight touches on your clit, while I would have kissed your shoulder… sucked on your skin… so that it probably would have left a mark… while my touches would have become more relentless. My finger would have slid into you so easily, because that's how ready you would have been for me. You would have dug your fingers into my forearm, like you sometimes do when you're extra sensitive. And if I know you at all… I would bet you'd dig your fingers into my forearm right now, if I was touching you."
"Harvey." His name leaves her lips in a whimper and that's when he knows that the tables are turning now. His dick is pressing against his pants, that are still way too tight despite the fly being unzipped. Instead of focusing on how unbearable the pressure has become however, he returns his attention to Donna.
"Don't touch yourself," he orders her, sensing that those thoughts are undoubtedly as much in her head as they are in his. So he continues on, trying to distract himself with more pictures that would without a doubt only make the situation all that much harder. "I would have had to bury my mouth against your neck, because your walls clenching around my fingers would have made me groan out loud. Just like your swaying hips against my crotch would have made me groan out loud." He stops again for a moment, listening to Donna's shaky breathing. "I believe we both could have made each other come just like that… my fingers deep inside of you… my thumb stroking your clit… your ass rubbing against my cock. But that's not what we do… we need more… don't we?" There is a sigh of agreement on the other end of the line. "I would have stopped and withdrawn my fingers the second your walls would have started to flutter… not because I would have wanted to tease you… but because I would have needed to be one with you... would have needed to have you fall apart while I'd have been buried deep inside of you. Holding you against my chest, where you belong."
It's overwhelming him for a moment, how even back then those kind of feelings had already driven him. Because he knows that even though this is only a fantasy now, it is also the truth. Taking a deep breath, he tries to chase away the intensity of his emotions.
"I would have turned you around then… looking into your eyes for the first time… you'd have taken my breath away, just as you always do when your gaze focuses on me. Open. Inviting. Loving," he sighs, and he can feel how his love for her is starting to soften the primal need that had threatened to consume him ever since they had started this little game. And yet, at the same time, they are too far into it to stop at this point , even though Harvey has no idea where this would even lead. He picks up where he left off, mentally preparing for the climax of his fantasy. "I would have kissed you then… pouring all the hunger and desire into that one kiss, while I would have pushed you backwards… until you'd have hit the window sill and without breaking the connection, you'd have sat down on it. I'd have gotten busy with unzipping my pants and because my hands would have been shaking, you'd have helped me… because the need to join would have killed even the last shreds of patience that might have been left…. You would have pushed down my boxer briefs right along with my pants, finally releasing me from my restraints…. and I would have groaned, maybe fallen against you, as you would have stroked my cock that has already been so close to bursting from wanting you so much… it would have been only a matter of moments before I would have needed to stop you… and you'd have let go… because you'd have known that it was time… for us… to be one." Harvey pauses again, his heart all of a sudden feeling as tight as the pressure in his pants. "I'd have closed the remaining distance… we'd have gotten lost in each other's eyes… heavy breathing caught in the space between us… I would have guided myself to your entrance… letting my tip slide over you… three times… four times… teasing you… showing you once again how much you turn me on… how much you always turn me on." Harvey falters then, as past and fantasy and present blur in his head. He needs her. He always needs her, but right in this moment, there is not a single cell or nerve or thought in his body that didn't long for her.
Donna has been listening to him mesmerized, his intense words sliding over her body like the gentle and hungry caresses she knows they would have been, if they had been together. She is this close to exploding without a single touch by him or herself and she knows that if she wouldn't have him inside of her soon, there was no way she would make it home with her sanity still intact. Normally, under any other circumstances, and without Harvey and Scotch clouding her judgement, Donna would have never even allowed her thoughts to go there. But somehow, tonight, her desire is beating reason by a landslide. And she makes her decision before anything or anyone could stop her.
Clearing her throat, it's Donna who speaks up again, before Harvey has any chance to continue. "Mr. Specter," Donna rasps into her phone. "I really think you should see your client now."
"Donna, wha-," Harvey hisses confused and frustrated, being interrupted by Donna halfway through his protest.
"I'm heading to the file room now to take care of your copies, Mr. Specter," Donna explains, emphasizing the second half of her sentence. She has found her composure again, sitting up straight now while she gives him a few moments to catch up. "I'll see you soon, Mr. Specter."
And without waiting for another reply, she hangs up the phone on him. She can only imagine the dumbfounded yet aroused look on his face, as she gets up from her chair. The aching between her legs is real and it takes a moment to steady herself, as the alcohol is doing the rest to keep her off-balance. Donna takes a deep breath. Inhales and exhales deeply, before she gets herself moving. With an extra amount of sway in her hips, she walks down the empty hallway and past Harvey's office, without a single glance into it. But she can sense him inside, can feel his heated gaze that follows her, as she makes her way to the file room.
Grabbing a random sheet of paper that's lying on the table next to the copier, she puts it into the machine to keep up the act as much as busying herself until his arrival. Because he would come. Donna has not an ounce of a doubt that he would storm into the room any second now. The device in front of her is just about to pull in the sheet of paper, when she hears the door and a gush of wind rushes through the room.
The quiet click of the lock shoots a bolt of excitement through her body but she stays focused on the play pretend task at hand. She doesn't turn around. Doesn't even need to turn around because she can feel his presence closing in. And then there is hot breath on her neck and his arms wrapping around her from behind. There is no sound being made, except for their heavy breathing that immediately turns into a moan, as Harvey pulls her against him with the flick of an arm. She crashes into his manhood, that's straining against his pants and Harvey leaves no doubt where their little game would end very soon.
His lips find her neck, hot and hungry and wanting. He sucks and he bites and just like in his fantasy, Donna has no doubt that he would leave a mark. Thankfully, it's already Friday, so with any luck no one would notice by the time Monday rolls around. That thought, and pretty much all others as well, quickly evaporate as his hands start roaming all over her body. There is a sureness in his touch, that's all confidence and all blinding need. He is going for what he had been talking about on the phone for the past fifteen minutes and he is going for it without hesitation or restraint. And without a single word. Because they're all used up for the night and his actions speak louder than words anyway.
Donna rolls her hips against him, making him grind into her with a languid stroke. He wishes the friction would be enough. Wishes that he could slow down because the fact that she allows them to have this moment here, in the office, fulfilling another three hundred and eighty-seven of his fantasies, should be reason enough to draw this out and make every second count. But he needs to be inside of her and as he turns her around to make her face him, the fire in her eyes tells him that it is okay. That they will have time for slow later. That she needs him as much as he needs her.
He leans in then, kissing her with all the passion and longing that had built themselves up over the course of the evening. She moans into him, as his hands slide down her sides and over her thighs, bringing the hem of her green dress along with his next upward movement. Harvey's arms wrap around her again then, lifting her from the ground and carrying her to the table next to the copy machine. Lips smash against each other in another heated kiss, lips sliding and tongues fighting. Hastily, Harvey pulls down her lace panties, letting them drop to the floor, before his hands find her waist again.
Donna's shaky hands are busy unbuttoning his shirt, before moving on to fumble with the opening of his pants. Once she has finally freed him from the pressure of his pants, Harvey breaks their kiss and groans in relief. And another one erupts from his chest right afterwards, when her fingers wrap around his length. She doesn't move, doesn't do anything at all but her touch is almost enough to end him right then and there.
"Donna," he growls, the sound yet again a warning and a plea all the same. Heat drives through them as thickly as lava, leaving a wildfire in its wake like it had seldomly before.
Donna is right there with him and even though she doesn't say a word, the way she inches closer to the edge of the table, her foot pressing into his calf to pull him closer, is all the encouragement he needs. His lips find hers again, as one of his hands slides between her legs to make sure that she is indeed ready for him. And she is; hot and wet and pulsating, his touch making her tremble and moan, as she digs her fingers into his forearm, not sure if she needs him to stop or to continue. All of her senses are focused on him, just like all of his senses focus on her. There is a frenzy in their touches that doesn't leave room for much else. But not before long, Harvey withdraws his hand, because just like she hadn't teased him, he refrains from doing so now as well. He knows this whole thing would be over way too quickly anyway, so there is no need to speed up the process even more.
With their lips still fused together, Donna guides him towards her and with a quick thrust of his hips, he buries himself all the way inside of her. The piercing intrusion takes her breath away, completing her so satisfyingly like only he could. It's overpowering, the way it feels to be so intimately connected with him, and even after months of being together like this, they hadn't gotten used to the intenseness of it all. Harvey stills for a moment, giving her time to adjust and him to calm his nerves. There is already a slight flutter of her walls around his length, making it all that much harder to not lose himself inside of her in this very moment. Donna rolls her hips first, letting him know that she needs him and that she needs him now.
Despite the overwhelming need, Harvey tries to set a slow cadence at first, bumping into her with easy and controlled thrusts. But with every stroke into her heat, with every kiss and every touch of skin against skin, his rhythm falters some more. With every scrape of nails down his chest, with her right leg wrapping around his waist and him sliding in even deeper, with every groan that vibrates through him or her or both of them, their already heightened senses are quickly pushing them towards the edge.
Beneath his open dress shirt, Donna's hands travel to his back. Needy caresses trace along his spine and they nearly make his knees buckle from being over sensitized for far too long. He sinks against her slightly, trembles under her touch that feels like fire and ice all in one. Harvey breaks the kiss to get some oxygen into his lungs and another moan escapes Donna's lips and echoes through the room. They are so far gone, they don't even care anymore that they are in the office, where they could easily be disturbed at any given moment. All they care about is their chase for release, as their nerves and muscles begin to strain under the pressure of their pending climaxes.
He thrusts into her vigorously now, one quick stroke following the next one, as his hands rest on her waist to hold her close. The contractions of her inner walls intensify with every hard slide against them, that finally elicit that familiar tingle in his groin. It wouldn't be long now, he knows, even though he wishes once again that they could just last some more. But her hands are on his chest and her lips are on his neck - leaving a mark of her own, no doubt – and it becomes all too much. He is burning for her, consumed by her every move and touch and moan.
Donna slips one of her hands between them now, touching herself, while his thrusts speed up some more and the sight is enough to make him finally let go. Rhythm gives way to uncontrolled instinct, as her walls start to clench around him tightly, holding him in for a moment before she explodes in jerky trembles and breathy moans. Harvey's arms wrap around her to hold her against him, as he thrusts into her shaking body two more times, her pulsating core the final push he needs to give himself over to his blinding release. He groans into her shoulder, as they ride out the wave, him still bumping against her gently, until even the last ounce of strength leaves his body.
They sink into each other then, arms securing the other as heavy breaths heave their chests. Neither moves, as they find comfort and home in each other's embrace; the feeling of unconditional love, even after a hasty and primal encounter like this, everything they will ever need. It's that feeling that ultimately calms down their bodies, but never their souls.
As quick as their lovemaking had been, it takes them all the while longer to finally break apart. Donna releases the hold around his waist and Harvey pulls back to look at her; her eyes hooded but happy and satisfied. He smiles at her softly, before he withdraws; the loss of the connection even more intense than usual.
"That was…" Harvey sighs, still all out of words from what they had shared just now.
"Better than your wildest fantasies?" Donna wants to know, a smile mirroring his one appearing on her lips.
He shakes his head. "My wildest fantasies never could compare to you, Donna," Harvey replies honestly as a calm and content atmosphere settles around them. His answer is rewarded with a loving kiss, that they get lost in for another moment or two.
There is a serene silence in the room, as they begin to put their clothes back into place. While zipping up his pants, Harvey watches Donna for a moment; her hair messy and lips swollen, a slight blush still gracing her cheeks and décolleté. Love and gratefulness fill up his heart and it takes his breath away all over again that she is finally by his side like this. And would be for the rest of his life, if he had a say in it. Never again would he have to fantasize about her, because reality is right there in front of him. And yet. Their moment from the past. And the fantasy they have created. They would undoubtedly always hold a special place in his heart.
As he watches her, Harvey remembers once again why he had even picked this moment to begin with. Hesitating for a second, he wonders if she would even want to hear the story behind it at this point, or if he should just let it go and enjoy the contentment and peace between them. With the urge to tell her too big to suppress though, he carefully breaks the silence at last. "Do you remember how that moment ended?" He asks her, as he buttons up his shirt. His gaze rests on her, as a wave of warmth spreads through him at the memory.
"Which moment?" Donna asks confused, the bliss from their intense orgasms still leaving her head foggy.
"The Michael Jordan one," Harvey replies with a chuckle.
"We just had mind-blowing sex. In the file room. And you're thinking about Michael Jordan?" Donna shoots back with a pretended, shocked expression, as she straightens down her dress.
Harvey steps towards her, reaching for her hand. "No. I'm thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you." The sincerity in his voice tugs at Donna's heart. "I wanted to celebrate with you that night. But you set me up with Louis."
The memories slowly come back now. The excitement on his face. And the flash of disappointment. It had been there for just a second. Too quick for her to having allowed herself to get lost in the possible meaning behind it. The way they've both moved to safer grounds immediately afterwards.
Harvey's voice pulls her back to the present. "Even back then… you have always been that person for me, Donna." She watches him intently, knowing by the look in his determined eyes that he would explain further. "You've always been the person I wanted to share all of my victories and losses with. The person that I wanna tell everything about the good things and the bad things that are happening in my life. And I'm still so incredibly happy and grateful that I get to do that now. With you." A soft smile spreads on his lips, that goes straight to her heart.
Tears start to fill her eyes, as she lets his words sink in. Even though months have passed since that one fateful night he had finally decided to knock on her door, it sometimes still takes her off-guard when Harvey talks about his thoughts and emotions so openly. She loves this new version of him. Just like she had loved all the other versions of him through the years.
"I love you, Harvey," Donna whispers with a smile, before leaning up and placing a quick kiss on his lips.
"I love you, too," Harvey replies, his signature Cheshire Cat grin lightning up his face now.
They hurry to finish up getting dressed and afterwards to get rid of any possible evidence of their little night time encounter in the office. Once everything is exactly the way it had been when they arrived, they face each other once more.
"Now, can we finally go home?" Donna begs, her legs still a little wobbly and her mind and the rest of her body in a state that just want to drift off into a peaceful sleep, preferably wrapped in his arms.
"Sure. I just have to head back to my office for a second to check if my secretary has taken care of those copies, like she had promised," Harvey replies with a wink.
"You're an idiot," Donna laughs with a shake of her head.
"But you love that about me," Harvey states matter-of-factly, as if there is no doubt about it.
"I sure do," Donna replies without a second of hesitation, still smiling widely.
"Alright. Work will still be here on Monday. Let's go home," Harvey agrees with a nod of his head.
"Oh, Harvey. These are exactly the three words I've been longing to hear all day," Donna laughs, as her toes fumble with her shoes on the ground and slipping them back on.
"And here I thought I love you is the way to your heart," Harvey muses, reaching out his hand for her.
"The let's go home sounded like I love you to me," Donna shrugs, stepping towards him with an innocent smirk.
"It does have the same ring to it, that's for sure," Harvey chuckles and slips his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side before they make their way out. They take a quick detour to their offices to pack up their stuff and grab their coats, before finally heading home for the night.
While they wait for the elevator, Harvey reaches for Donna's hand and intertwines their fingers, as a question bubbles in the forefront of his mind. "What about you?" He breaks the silence that had resided between them. "Did you ever fantasize about me?"
Donna chuckles under her breath, turning her head sideways to get a better look at him. There is a cocky smirk plastered on his face, as he catches her gaze.
After only a second of hesitation, Donna nods. "Sure. You know… Maybe two or three times?" Donna shrugs.
Harvey lets out a disbelieving snort and eyes her intently. "Per week?"
"In all these years," Donna clarifies, trying to hide the lie beneath nonchalance.
Harvey raises an eyebrow, not believing a word she is saying, as a slight blush covers Donna's cheeks once more. "Will you tell me?" Harvey asks. "About those two or three times," he specifies but before the redhead by his side can even say a word, they are interrupted by the ring of the elevator, as the doors of the one to their right slides open.
The couple steps inside; Harvey coming to stand face to face with Donna, as he still awaits her reply.
Instead of saying anything, Donna puts her hand against his chest, slowly pushing him backwards until he hits the wall of their confined space. She then lets her hand slide up and around his neck, before leaning in and going for his ear.
"In one or two of those…," she whispers, her hot breath against his skin making him shiver. "There might have been an elevator involved."
Donna pulls away then, far enough to flash him an innocent smile but still close enough so that he could feel her body heat.
Something that sounds like a growl and a hiss mixed in one escapes Harvey's parted lips, as his eyes darken. The words tumble out before he can stop them. "Do you want me to press the emergency button?"
His question elicits another chuckle from Donna. "As if you could go a second round this quickly," Donna challenges him, letting her hand slide down over his chest.
"Try me," Harvey challenges her in return, his gaze focusing on her intently. There is that familiar tingle deep inside of him, as Donna's hand travels lower and lower down his body. That tingle that tells him that if this was them fifteen years ago, it would have been a real possibility to have her in this elevator right there. But he knows his body well enough to know that he would still need some more time.
Donna confirms what they both already know to be the truth only moments later, when Donna's hand reaches his crotch and cups his soft length through the cotton of his pants. The tingling intensifies but it isn't enough to get the additional bloodstream flowing.
Looking down on himself, Harvey lets out a frustrated huff, before shrugging his shoulders with a smirk on his face. "Well… there is still the elevator in your apartment building," Harvey suggests with a wink of his eye.
"You're incorrigible," Donna laughs, shaking her head in disbelief, while falling in love with him all over again.
With an excited grin on his face and a content edge in his posture, Harvey pulls Donna tighter into his side. Their shared giggles and laughs follow them all the way down to the lobby, as they finally leave their second home behind to head for their real one in each other's arms.
The End
A/N: It's been a while since I've written Darvey but due to some gentle encouragement, here we are once again :) Season 9 has been so incredibly kind to us, especially in regards to Darvey, that for me it's even harder to get into writing them because we're already getting perfection on a daily basis now. And I wouldn't trade it for the world :)
This fic wouldn't have been possible, if it hadn't been for Nannlyn (chirpilynx), Lena (lennnaxoxo) and Karina (DonnaSpecterCOO)! You ladies rock! Thank you for helping me develop this idea, for your input and your tips, for your constant support and cheerleading. This whole experience wouldn't be the same without you. xo
Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little fantasy! If you did and have some more minutes to spare, I'd love to hear your thoughts :)