A/N: Here it is, chapter 2 of the Fantasy saga :) It's still set in the season 9 timeline (whatever that one is supposed to be) but Lily's death hasn't happened. The chapter is heavy on the M front again, just as a fair warning. Enjoy the ride ;)

The Ultimate Fantasy Times Two

Even through the hell that Faye Richardson has brought onto the firm, one thing hasn't changed for Donna and Harvey: their date night once a week. Sometimes it was only grabbing a quick burger at their diner; sometimes take out from that shitty Thai place, that one late summer evening they even brought to Central Park and ate there sitting on a bench, enjoying the last warm rays of the sun.

Most of the times however, date night was spent at a trendy restaurant - both dressed up in the clothes they either had been wearing to work that day or, if they had enough time to stop by at home first, something even fancier. Those were the nights they really celebrated their relationship, being with each other outside of work; relishing in the knowledge that even though their work is such a huge part of their lives, they still functioned perfectly well without it being part of their relationship on date nights and beyond.

Tonight, their date somehow is a mix of everything. They had set out to quickly stop by at their diner, with both of them too exhausted from the day they've had to sit through a whole menu at Del Posto. Once they had finished however, Harvey his beloved cheese burger and Donna a Cesar salad, both had calmed down from work and the stress to a degree that neither of them had been ready to go home just then.

So instead, they are now taking the quick walk down two blocks, where one of Harvey's favorite bars is located, agreeing that one drink wouldn't hurt to wind down even further. Only that one drink turns into three and by the time they finally are ready to go home, Donna needs Harvey's arm for support as she no longer trusts her legs to carry her outside safely. The black Lexus is already waiting for them on the sidewalk, Ray leaning against the passenger's door with his head lowered to look at the cellphone in his hands.

As Harvey and Donna walk closer, the driver's attention is pulled towards them and a soft smile appears on his lips.

"Good evening, Donna," he begins, before nodding in Harvey's direction. "Harvey."

"Good evening, Ray. Thanks for picking us up," Harvey replies, all confidence and strength that's suppressing any trace of tipsiness in his voice.

"Anytime, boss. Ready to go home?"

"Absolutely," Donna smiles, undoubtedly having a harder time keeping the alcohol out of her voice and body language.

Ray opens the door for the redhead, before him and Harvey make their way around to the other side, both slipping into their respective seats of the car.

Harvey has barely had any time to make himself comfortable, when Donna already closes the distance and moves into his side, her head coming to rest against his shoulder. Her right hand reaches for his left one and their entwined fingers find their place on top of Harvey's folded suit jacket that's placed on his lap.

Ray turns on the music - some soothing Beethoven or Wagner or whatever else ancient dude is on Donna's playlist, with it being her week of musical choices - before turning on the engine to get them home as quickly as possible. Except for Ray's occasional nervous thumping on the wheel and the heavy, but rhythmic and in-synch breathing of the couple in the backseat, no one in the car makes a sound.

Donna inches even closer then and in the movement slightly turns her head so that her nose is nuzzling his neck. She breathes him in; his clear scent of cotton and musk mixing with the unique and natural scent of Harvey, that after a long day at the office is overpowering the fading fragrance of his cologne. Her lips find the tender skin millimeters above his collar, breathing a kiss against it. It makes his breath hitch audibly and his hand squeezes hers on reflex. His eyes automatically dart to the front, but with his angle, he can neither see Ray's head nor his face in the rearview mirror. Relaxing back into his seat, he immediately relaxes back into Donna as well. Her lips are still hovering close, not quite touching but close enough to almost feel her on him.

Until he does for real, as the tip of Donna's tongue darts out to touch his skin. He has to bite his lips to keep the sounds inside, that want to break free. Blood rushes to his groin quicker than he has any chance to control it, even more so when Donna entangles their intertwined fingers and lets them travel over his forearm. Goosebumps form a trail in their wake until she reaches the rolled up sleeve that's resting just beneath his elbow. The cotton doesn't deter her, instead, the movement continues on over his white dress shirt and then further on over the navy-blue fabric of his vest.

The excursion of her tongue doesn't stop either, it finding its way all the way up to his earlobe. Her hot breath on his wet skin nearly drives him out of his mind and once again he has to bite down to hold back the groan that's trembling in his chest.

"Have I ever told you..." Donna begins, her whisper so low that even Harvey has a hard time catching it over the violin crescendo echoing through the car. "... about that fantasy..." Another hot sigh cascades down his neck. "... of us..." Her forefinger slides over his chest, along the border of his vest. "... in the back of this car?"

For a moment, Harvey has to close his eyes to keep the rest of his sanity intact that hasn't been numbed by the Scotch floating through him. Ever since their little adventure in the file room about three weeks ago, Harvey's mind has on occasion been running wild with more and different fantasies but due to the stress they had been facing at the firm it hadn't felt right to revisit that topic again. Until tonight apparently.

Not trusting his vocal cords in the least, he carefully shakes his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. Another exhale puffs against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Involuntarily, the hand that had laid between them reaches for her knee that's only partly covered by her black dress. The contact of skin against skin makes her breath hitch now as well and Harvey can feel the change in her breathing tickle his ear. She places a real kiss to it then, to keep herself from moaning just as much as to drive him insane, and then pulls away, leaning her head against his shoulder once more.

Her hand however continues the torture. When she arrives at the top button right above his heart, she pops it open quietly yet teasingly, before her hand slips beneath. Even though there is still his shirt separating them, she is already setting his whole body on fire. His blood is boiling everywhere, eliciting a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and pooling even more beneath the jacket of his suit.

Harvey wishes nothing more than that they would be home already, so that he could have his way with her. He'd rip her dress off, shrug out of his pants and look for the first smooth surface where he'd press her against or put her on top and then he wouldn't let go of her until both of them had found their release in each other. Alas, they are stuck in a car and if they weren't careful, Ray might sue them for indecent behavior or sexual harassment. The thought doesn't seem to cross Donna's mind at all because she just keeps going, her hands roaming excruciatingly slow as to not make too much noise or raise unwanted attention.

She is breathing evenly now, not a trace left that what she's doing to him is affecting her just as much as him. Withdrawing her hand from beneath his vest, it travels down along the soft fabric again before she lets it drop to the suit jacket on his lap. The movement makes him hiss and he immediately clears his throat to hide the sound beneath the cough. Donna chuckles under her breath, Harvey only even noticing the gesture due to the way her head wobbles against his shoulder for a moment. And then her right hand disappears beneath the jacket and Harvey thinks he might lose it for good. Only in the back of his mind does the awareness of where they are simmer quietly but it's too far out of reach already to make him stop them. The way his hardness is pressing against his pants is almost painful and Donna's hand cupping him is not really helping his problem at all.

If anything, he only grows that much harder despite Donna not even having moved an inch. All she's doing is hold on to him, feel him, test him. He can sense the pulse in his length that's hammering in the same rhythm as his heart is; both struggling against their confinements in a seemingly unwinnable fight. And while his heart would find no release anytime soon, at least Donna appears to want to help out with the other restraint.

Waiting for the next crescendo of Beethoven's violins, Donna uses the moment of rise in the music to pull open the zipper in one go. Harvey freezes under her touch, too afraid to move and too aroused all the same. His mind turns foggier by the second and the alcohol slowly gives way to the desire brewing in his body. He wants to moan, he wants to kiss her, wants to feel her. He wants to be inside of her so badly, that the thought alone is pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Her wandering hand isn't really helping either, as she twists it around slightly to tug on his boxer briefs. The band slips down an inch or two but it's enough to release the tip of his cock that's already been straining against it.

Harvey sinks even further into his seat, screwing his eyes shut now as he presses his lips against the crown of Donna's head. Her scent fills his entire being and if his lips hadn't been occupied, he'd have released a groan that would without a doubt have been ear-piercing. Instead, it's caught inside of his chest all over again, making him tremble and shiver with want and anticipation.

But then there is a slight wave of panic growing inside of him as well. For that first second or two, it's the panic to get caught by Ray, although neither of them is making any sound and with Donna being adamant on moving as little as possible. And then there is the panic that he would be left hanging because he couldn't see himself letting go like this. Even though everything inside of him needed to. With every moment that passed, he needed to some more. Donna's fingers had wrapped themselves around him, slowly and gently stroking the tip that had already started leaking the first drops of his need for her. It makes her caresses glide over him all the more smoothly and effortlessly, aiding in the process of guiding him to the brink without any detour.

Donna knows which buttons to push. Knows how to delay the inevitable just as much as she knows how to push him over in a matter of moments. Though tonight, Harvey can't quite figure out which of the two it is. She's adding enough pressure into her strokes, with her fingers rotating in the slightest of circles around his head, before letting them slide down with insistence once again; and at the same time it's too slow and gentle for that final push. It's teasing and it's torture and if they were anywhere else, he'd put an end to it, burying himself inside of her because in the end that's always the only place he ever wanted to be.

As if sensing his thoughts, she picks up her speed after all and she finally moves her head again slightly, looking up at him. Only then does he dare to open his eyes again as well, finding hers only inches away. A fire is burning inside of them and he is pretty sure the same one is burning inside of his. She watches him silently and the intensity of the moment thankfully renders him breathless and speechless and mindless because as he's nearing the brink, her intimate gaze will be his only saving grace from the embarrassment this would otherwise be. His whole body is overstrained with desire and the need to keep his moans inside.

He's so close now. So close to giving himself to her. The tingling sensation starting deep inside of him announcing that point of no return.

Circle. Stroke.

Tension.

Circle. Stroke.

Tingle.

Closer.

When all of a sudden everything inside of him and around him and outside comes to an abrupt halt.

Harvey's and Donna's eyes stay locked in a confused gaze for a moment longer, before finally breaking apart. As if touched by fire, Donna quickly pulls back her hand; letting the band of his boxers slide all the way back up. Her gaze drifts to the front of the car, as she blindly zips up his pants again.

Ray's eyes find hers in the rearview mirror with a gentle yet oblivious smile, telling her that he has no idea what they had been up to the past couple of minutes.

"I need to stop here unfortunately because the rest of the road is closed down due to the construction works," the driver explains, nodding towards the blinking posts a couple of feet down the road leading directly to Harvey's building.

"That's… that's okay," Donna coughs, trying to chase away the dryness in her throat. She wipes her hand against her dress, smoothing it back down in the process.

Harvey is still rendered immobile by her side, as he tries to adjust his pants in a way that he wouldn't embarrass himself as soon as he left the car.

The three of them bid their farewells before Donna and Harvey exit the Lexus on the passenger's side. A slight drizzle has started pouring down, as Donna and Harvey fight their way through the crater landscape that is the sidewalk to the building these days. Donna is running in front, Harvey only a few feet behind, his suit jacket still tightly pressed to his front. Normally, he would have given it to Donna to give her some shelter from the rain, but it's pretty much her own fault now that he couldn't do that. They round the last deep hole in the ground, that has big wires peeking out dangerously, as Harvey almost slips on a muddy puddle, only in the last second catching his footing. He closes the distance to the redhead in front of him and they both stumble inside and through the lobby together in an attempt to get to his apartment quickly. To get out of their wet clothes just as much as to finish what they had started in the car.

The elevator is already waiting for them and Donna steps in first, Harvey still close behind her. Too close, Donna thinks, when she turns around to face the door again and finds Harvey towering only inches away. His eyes are dark in the warm light of the elevator and a million things to say are flashing over his face.

"You almost killed me in that car, Donna," Harvey groans and the way her name rolls off his tongue sends a bolt through her entire body.

Her first instinct is to reply with a quip remark but the intensity he's emanating is robbing her of her breath until she no longer knows how to speak at all. Time slows down as Harvey closes in, the air between them evaporating with every step he comes closer. He is just about to reach out for her, when the elevator comes to a sudden halt and after the light flickers three or four more times, the pair is left in utter darkness.

Even with seconds passing, there is no adjusting to their surroundings because no light is coming in from anywhere. And because Harvey knows security has seen them enter and knows there is no cellphone service inside of the elevator and because his need is pulsating through him like magnetic waves, he does reach for her after all, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her against him and pushes her against the wall in what seems to be one fluid movement. His lips crash against hers even without seeing her, and her gasp caught between them tells him that she hadn't expected him doing that in the first place. Her surprise only lasts for one second though, before her lips start moving with his, sliding and pressing and sucking.

Harvey grinds himself against her; legs, groin, stomach, chest, until all that's separating them are their clothes. His hardness presses into her and as if on instinct, Donna rolls her hips against him; the pressure coaxing out a moan that reverberates through the silence. It makes them break the kiss, Harvey without another second of hesitation going for Donna's neck. Her skin is warm and damp under his lips, as he kisses his way up to her ear. His hot breath is sensually tickling her nerves, goosebumps rising and chasing down her spine.

"Harvey… what are you…" A throaty sigh escapes her lips as he gently nibbles her earlobe, "… doing…"

"Fulfilling your fantasy," Harvey groans into her ear, his voice an octave deeper and laced with want. In an excruciatingly slow rhythm, he presses himself against her again and with it leaving no doubt about what he wants to do to her.

"Shouldn't we…" Donna begins again but his hand is cupping her breast then and for a moment she loses her train of thought. His thumb grazes over her nipple and the friction is enough for it to harden even more under his insistent touch. "… Shouldn't we call for help?" She mumbles between moans, praying that he wouldn't care about any of that and just keep going because her body is too wired to stop now.

"Security… will… take… care… of… it…" Harvey whispers, each word accentuated by a lick or kiss or squeeze. Donna only nods silently, rolling her hips against him in another tantalizing movement.

Determinedly Harvey continues; his hands roaming and his lips finding hers again in another searing kiss that robs them of their breaths. The tingling that had started in the pit of his stomach only minutes earlier in the car is now a subliminal hum that urges him on and even though he knows that slowing down would only benefit them both, her hands and her lips and her moans, mixing with the images of what she had done to him in the back of the car are too much to stop the wildfire they had set loose.

With their lips still fused, Harvey pulls back his body ever so slightly, giving him room to reach for the golden zipper running down her entire front, that had been teasing him all day long and that he now finally gets to unzip. With every inch the opening moves further down, the sound echoing through the four walls like oil on the fire; heightening their senses as much as it's heightening their arousal. For the last few inches, Harvey has to crouch down, and as his mouth finds her stomach in an unexpected kiss, Donna shudders and has to grab for his shoulders to steady herself on her feet. The black dress parts in front of her and before he gets back up, his hands slide up the inside of her toned legs, while his lips slide further down; both meeting at the apex of her thighs pretty much at the same time. Heat is radiating from her center and as he presses his lips against the lace, the fabric tickling his nose, her warmth and scent are seeping into him and stoke up the flames inside of him even more. Fingers finding the waistband of her panties, he pulls them down in one go, before he connects himself with her once more.

Donna's head bangs against the wall of the elevator as Harvey's tongue finds her wet and ready. More blood shoots through his body with lightning speed, his pants truly becoming painfully tight just then. Harvey lingers for a moment, stimulating her with his lips and fingers, until she starts squirming and her knees start buckling, which is exactly the moment he can't take it any longer to be separated from her. His whole skin prickles with need, it all pooling between his own legs as he gets up to stand in front of her again.

They look at each other, even though neither can see a single thing. What they can do however is feel and with their senses heightened due to the darkness, it feels like what they feel is all too much and yet not nearly enough at the same time. It's all there, the energy between them. The hot breaths intermingling in the tiny space between their faces as they wait for the other to close the gap. The hands roaming over heated skin, fingertips tracing contours of muscles and bones.

It's hard to tell who snaps first because all of a sudden they both clash in a cloud of need and frenzy; Donna's hands fumbling with the opening of his pants, while frantically kissing each other with everything they have, only to break apart again moments later, when a relieved sigh eludes him. The unbearable pressure against his hardness finally gives way, Donna freeing him of his pants and boxers at last. Her hand is only briefly stroking him once or twice, it already being too hard and pulsating to withstand the teasing any longer than that. By the way her hot breath is caressing his face, he knows that she is focused solely on him.

Her movements around his length slow down then and for a moment they just stand there; touching, feeling, sensing. They have never experienced each other like this before; relying exclusively on every other sense that isn't their eye-sight. It's transcending really, the way it feels to feel each other, to hear each other, to taste each other. Every kiss burns itself into the nerve endings of their lips and tongues; every heated touch forever engraved into the nerve endings of their fingertips and skin.

Their sex had never lacked intimacy and intensity at all, not by a long shot. And yet, the level of intimacy and intensity they feel in this very moment is something they have rarely experienced before. The fact that they are in an open space is not lost on them but right in this second, the need to be one is too overpowering to stop themselves.

Harvey leans in again to kiss her, connecting her lips more firmly than before, while at the same time his arms slide down her body. With a flip, he lifts her up and without any further restraint, Donna reaches between them and guides him to her entrance Harvey slides into her heat with one single thrust, stilling immediately once more as they adjust to the sensations and emotions washing through them. He presses against her and into her, wanting to be as close to her as possible and also needing to keep her safe and secure in his embrace.

And then they start rocking against each other with gentle bumps at first that after only a few moments turn into hard and determined strokes. Strokes that only have one goal and one goal alone. A quick and all-consuming release, after having been overstrained for what seems like an eternity. Harvey's thrusts are deep and even as he sets a rhythm that would lead them to the finish line soon enough, as every push and every pull spikes the tension inside of their bodies.

Donna's arms are wrapped securely around his neck, her hands on the back of his head now angling him upwards for another intense kiss. They are as entwined as two people can possibly be as they move with each other in the most intimate of dances. It's only a matter of minutes until the tingling deep within Harvey intensifies again, spurred on by the fluttering of Donna's muscles around him. They can feel each other nearing the brink, Donna by the way Harvey's rhythm falters; Harvey by the way Donna's moans grow breathier; which is his signal that he can finally let go. He speeds up some more, returning quicker and harder, while Donna sneaks a hand between them to aid in the process of reaching their peak together.

Which they achieve only seconds later, in an explosion of heat and stars; Harvey thrusting into her trembling core two or three more times before they sink against each other pressed to the wall of the elevator. With the last ounces of strength left inside of him, Harvey holds her up a few moments longer just so they could enjoy that moment of repose connected with each other. Their breathing is erratic and still the only sound in the darkness that's surrounding them. It's her hand gently caressing the back of his head, her fingers sliding through his sweat-damp hair that's finally pulling him out of his trance.

Harvey helps her down carefully, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist again to keep her steady on her feet. Leaning in, their noses brush against each other gently before kissing again slowly, while they calm down from their high. Once some sort of normal breathing has returned, they break apart.

"You okay?" Harvey whispers.

He can hear her sigh contently, before a breathy "never better" reassures him. Reaching for his pants on the ground, Harvey pulls out his cellphone and by turning it on, finally enlightens the space around them, if only barely. Their gazes find each other over the artificial light; a mischievous smile on Donna's lips and a smirk on Harvey's as they look at each other quietly.

It's Donna who breaks the silence first, just as Harvey has crouched down again to pull up his pants. "Getting two fantasies fulfilled in one night? I knew there was a reason why I keep you around," she quips as Harvey zips himself up, chuckling at her remark.

"Is that the only reason?" Harvey reaches for the ground once more, looking for Donna's panties and picking them up.

He helps her get cleaned up with the pocket handkerchief of his suit, the care he always puts into the gesture each and every time melting Donna's heart more than she'd ever admit. When they are fully dressed again, Harvey spreads his jacket on the ground before sitting down and leaning against the wall. The suit would probably be ruined beyond repair but since he wouldn't be able to wear it ever again without getting turned on – just like the other fantasy suit that hangs unworn in his closet since their file room encounter – he didn't really care anyway. Holding out his hand for Donna, he helps her down and settle into his side with a sigh.

"How long do you think this will take?" Donna mumbles, exhaustion slowly inching back into her.

"Hopefully not too long," Harvey replies in an attempt to calm her. He intertwines their fingers and they come to rest on her lap where Donna starts to draw tiny patterns on the back of his hand.

They sit like that for a while. Winding down. Waiting. Despite the circumstances, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness. All of their stress and problems seem miles away here in this close and dark confinement, with Harvey's cellphone still their only source of light.

"Donna?" Harvey says after a few moments of quietness.

"Hmm?"

"Have you noticed that we spend basically all of our time at my place these days?"

"I have," Donna replies with a smile that he doesn't see but hears.

"And that you've practically moved three quarters of your closet into mine?"

"Mh-hmm," Donna replies, nodding her head tangibly.

Harvey hesitates for a second, before gathering his courage.

"Why don't you move the last quarter and the rest of your things in as well?" He fumbles with his fingers, nervous warmth making his palm sweaty.

"Just my things?" Donna teases him, bumping her shoulder into his side and trying to ease his worry.

"I… no… and yourself, of course," Harvey returns with a nervous chuckle, squeezing her hand then.

Donna studies him in the darkness. For someone who had practically almost asked her to marry him a couple of weeks into their relationship, he is oddly but endearingly nervous about asking her to move in with him. And it's probably one of the things she loves most about him. How he can be so self-assured and confident in one second, and still be so adoringly insecure in the next.

She squeezes his hand right back, reassuring him with the gesture, seconds before she does so with her words. "I'd love to move in with you, Harvey."

"I mean, we can look for a new place, too, if you'd prefer that?"

"No, I think for now your place is perfect," Donna responds with a shake of her head.

"For now?" Harvey asks, his eyebrow raised in question as another nervous tingle tickles his soul.

"You know… for as long as it's just the two of us."

"I… I like the sound of that," Harvey replies, a loving smile appearing on his face then.

They didn't really have that conversation yet, both having silently agreed that at least for a while they just wanted to be them. But they also know that if they wanted to have a real chance at this, they couldn't wait too much longer either, considering their age.

"You do?" Donna wants to know and this time it's her who can't keep the insecurity out of her voice.

"I do, Donna. You're my everything. And I want everything with you."

They'd have to have a more serious discussion about this soon, but for now Donna's heart warms in her chest, growing with her undying and unyielding love for the man beside her. The man who had always stuck by her side, through all the good times and the bad times, in sickness and in health, even at times when these promises hadn't been a part of their forever yet. But she's sure that they'd make these promises soon, loudly, to each other and in front of their families and friends. Making official what has been unofficial for the past fifteen years.

"I love you, Harvey."

"I love you, too." Harvey replies, before pressing his lips against her forehead.

The couple falls silent again as tiredness settles like a warm and cozy blanket over them. His arm tightens around her shoulder and being tucked safely into his side, Donna gives herself over to sleep at last. Harvey guards over her, even though he knows they aren't in danger or in need of protection. Soon enough though, the exhaustion of the day finally catches up with him as well and pulls him under into the black abyss.

They are found like this and saved from the elevator an hour later, before finally getting to head home to the place that for now is officially their home.

A/N: This is it... my last Darvey chapter before the show comes to an end this week. It's hard to not get emotional at this point but I'm not going to bore you with that (all too much). Darvey has been a big part of my life those past 1,5 years and it has carried me through a lot of tough times. It has taught me a lot about life, myself and who I want to be, about loyalty and integrity and about what kind of people I want to surround myself with. Suits has brought wonderful friendships into my life that will luckily carry on long after this show ends. You know who you are and a piece of my heart belongs to you.

Nanna, thank you again so much for your help with this chapter, even though it's been on such a short notice. Without your comments and suggestions, as well as your encouragement, this chapter wouldn't be what it is :) XO

I'm going to keep this fanfiction as "incomplete", in case more fantasies invade my mind in the future. If there's anything you'd like to see, let me know :) And if you liked this chapter (or even if you didn't), I'd be incredibly happy if you'd also let me know, if you have a minute to spare :) Thank you for reading and I wish you all a wonderful, enjoyable last Suits week and an amazing finale to all of us!