The Ultimate Fantasy III
A warm summer breeze lets Donna's red flames dance at her shoulders as she walks through the revolving door and out onto the busy New York City streets. Instinctively, she holds onto her purse a little tighter, while her gaze drifts along the sidewalk, looking for Ray. He'd called fifteen minutes ago to let them know that he would be there shortly but apart from two cabs and a huge, silver car, there is no sign of Ray anywhere. She is about to pull her cell phone out of her pocket when a loud 'Donna' echoes across the sidewalk.
Donna's eyes begin to roam again, and that's when she finally spots him; to her surprise getting out of the silver, almost limousine-like car.
"Good evening, Donna," Ray greets her with that flashing smile of his that always lights up his entire face.
"Ray. Hi," Donna returns the greeting but is unable to hide the confusion from her voice. "I almost didn't see you there. I had no idea you were getting a new car?"
"Oh, no, no. I'm not. My car is having its yearly inspection, so my company gave me this ship here as an interim solution," he explains, pointing at the huge Lexus.
"I understand," Donna nods. "It does seem to be a pretty nice interim solution though," she adds with a smile, then appreciatively glances at the vehicle while they walk the handful of steps to where it is parked.
"It really is. Wait until you get inside," Ray responds knowingly. "Am I only taking you home tonight?"
"No, Harvey will be here in a couple of minutes. He just needed to sign a few more papers and sent me ahead in the meantime."
"Ah, I understand. It's always easier to leave quickly when you're able to say that someone is waiting for you outside," Ray muses knowingly.
With a smile and a nod, Donna replies. "That's exactly what Harvey said."
"Here, let me get that for you," Ray says, opening the door for her. "Get comfortable while I wait for Harvey."
"Thank you, Ray."
Without any further objection, Donna slides into the backseat of the car and is rendered speechless the second she takes in the pure luxury spread out before her. The whole interior is made of slinky, anthracite-colored leather and polished black wood, while spotlights embedded in the roof bathe the space in a warm and cozy light.
Stretching her legs out before her, Donna's palm glides over the smooth surface of the seat, which instantly warms to her touch. The space in the back is far more expansive than the car Ray usually drives them in and though it's not quite a full-blown limousine, Donna finds she needs to wiggle her toes a few inches further before she's even able to graze the seat bench that faces her. Behind it lies the driver's seat, which is currently half shielded by an electric blind that's designed to give whoever sat in her place some privacy, if they so desired.
Donna has never seen anything quite like it before, and while she loves Ray's usual car - for all the memorable rides it had given them ever since things had changed – she definitely wouldn't mind if he were to keep this one instead.
Letting herself sink back into the seat, her gaze briefly drifts outside where she sees the dark silhouette of Ray leaning against the door, before she pulls out her cell phone to check the time. 8:54 pm flashes in white letters on the colorful wallpaper, announcing that it had been ten minutes since she had left Harvey back in his office. She'd initially been there to pick him up for the night, but instead, he'd told her that he'd have to make a quick stop at Faye's office to sign some documents on his way out. And as she patiently waits for Harvey to join her, she wonders just what exactly 'a quick stop' meant; though she knows that he'd rather be out of here sooner rather than later.
An audible exhale flows from Donna's lips and her heart pangs with disappointment yet again when she thinks about where Harvey and her are supposed to be as compared to where they are right now.
Because where they are supposed to be, is at a fancy new sushi restaurant in Upper Manhattan on their weekly date night. Ever since the day that Harvey had suggested it, both of them had been hellbent on keeping their most treasured routine, while simultaneously being even more determined to not let those nights turn into a routine. By the time the early afternoon had rolled around, however, another senseless task from Faye had ruined their plans. And no matter how hard they tried, there had been no chance to get out of it; which had left both Donna and Harvey disappointed and tense.
It most certainly also hadn't helped that they had both dressed up especially nice this morning for their night out; with Harvey wearing her favorite dark-gray colored three-piece while she had donned a maroon-colored dress that, thanks to the zipper stretching all over the front, might have showed a little too much cleavage and hugged her figure a little too tightly. They'd almost been late this morning; having almost given in to the need to show their appreciation for the outfits they'd picked. Only reason and the desire to get into work early – so that they could leave early - had held them back.
Holding back, however, had only proven to become that much harder at the office. Whenever Harvey had been near, Donna could feel her hormones shoot through the roof; to the point, where she was no longer able tell if Harvey was indeed moving differently that day - his step more powerful and assured, his shoulders broader and firm – or if they were playing a trick on her sanity and ovaries.
'I can't wait to get you home tonight so I can get my hands on that zipper,' he had breathed into her ear moments before they had left the condo and the words had been ringing through her body all day long. She might have been able to put them aside for a little while, if not for every time Harvey walked by her office or for every time they sat in a meeting, his gaze had been as vocal as his words that morning.
He was a perfect gentleman, of course, behaving normally and professionally when others were around. But when it was just the two of them, their eyes meeting in their ever-expanding cloud of energy, that's when all it took was a wink or an additional sway to her upper body or hips for him to drop the mask.
And despite all the shit that had been going on that day, those moments of mask dropping had happened surprisingly often; way more often than they usually do. Which had left her with an overwhelmingly strong ache brewing deep inside of her core. An ache that makes itself known again just then, and that all of a sudden makes her feel grateful that she wouldn't have to sit through an entire dinner at the other side of town.
Donna is just about to look down at her cell phone once more, when a commotion in her field of vision catches her attention. Ray is stepping away from the car and beyond the darkened window, she can see Harvey moving closer. His stride is quick and purposeful and he is with them in a matter of moments. The two men exchange a few words and Harvey laughs at something Ray had said, before the driver moves to the side and opens the door for him. By inching to the other seat, Donna makes room for Harvey, who instantly and wordlessly slides in.
For a few moments, silence settles between them and Harvey closes his eyes to take a few deep breaths.
"Thank God," he exhales at last, opening his eyes again and turning his head to look at Donna.
"You okay? I was about to send a S.W.A.T. team to your rescue."
"I told her at least three times that you were waiting outside but she just kept talking and talking," Harvey groans and shakes his head, which is still leaning against the head rest. "In case I haven't mentioned it before, I despise that woman."
"I know," Donna sighs, placing her hand on his leg and rubbing it gently in an attempt to ease the tension. "But it's Friday and since we were able to finish this senseless project today, we don't have to go in tomorrow… so that's gotta count for something."
Harvey takes another deep breath and Donna watches as his chest expands and deflates. "It does," he replies, putting his own hand on top of hers.
The warm touch sends a current through her body and her gaze drifts to where their hands are joined. Even after months of being with him, sometimes she still can't believe that they get to be like this now. That she gets to touch him whenever she wants to. That she gets to kiss him and hold him and be with him. That she gets to go home with him.
Her gaze lingers for another heartbeat or two, until she feels Harvey's boring into the side of her head. She meets his eyes, and her breath hitches when she finds that his anger and exhaustion have given way to a different kind of fire.
A suggestive squeeze around her fingers emphasizes the expression in his eyes and she squeezes his thigh in return.
"You know… now I'm actually glad that Faye messed up our plans for tonight," Harvey murmurs in a low tone, every word shooting little arrows of lust right through her body.
"Are you now?" Donna replies, adjusting her voice as well for maximal privacy.
"Mh hmm," he hums, the sound vibrating through his body and right into hers.
His expression intensifies and as it is so often between them, words and emotions flow quietly and effortlessly. He squeezes her hand again and combined with the intensity in his gaze, it sends another frisson down her spine.
"Stop it," she warns him, when it feels like she cannot possibly take any more.
Harvey's eyebrow rises. "Stop what?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
Donna ever so slightly shakes her head. "Are you going to counter every question with one of your own?"
"No, Donna. But you'll have to be more specific in what it is you want me to do."
His voice is low and sultry, and the statement laced with so much underlying meaning, that Donna has a hard time focusing on anything but his eyes and the fire burning inside of them.
"Stop looking at me like I'm some kind of snack," she clarifies, keeping her voice low.
"Then you shouldn't have worn that dress. And don't even pretend like you didn't deliberately pull down that zipper an additional inch during lunch break."
If the tension between them wasn't already pulling at her skin, Donna would have released a quiet chuckle at having been caught in the act. But it is pulling at her skin and the sound gets stuck in her throat.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harvey. It's just a dress."
"Just a dress you say?"
"Yes?" Donna says innocently and crosses her legs; the pointy end of her pumps sliding against Harvey's shin.
The contact makes him squirm in his seat and the leather rustles beneath him with his movement. He darts her a warning gaze before he clears his throat.
"Hey, Ray?" Harvey speaks up, his voice doubling in volume to ensure that Ray could hear him over the noise of the car.
"Yes, boss?" Ray instantly returns, looking at the couple through the rearview mirror.
"Can we please drive by the Shitty Thai place to pick up some dinner?"
"Yeah, of course," Ray assents. "But I can drop you off at home first and then go pick it up by myself? No need for you to be stuck in traffic with me."
Harvey waves it off. "No, Ray, it's okay, really," Harvey reassures him. "At least that way I can talk Donna into finally watching Survivor with me without her having a chance to run away."
The two men share an understanding glance, before Harvey turns to Donna with a wink and a teasing smirk on his lips.
"Oh, watch me get out of that car and walk home right now, Mister," Donna threatens but the sparkle in her eyes contradicts any possible sincerity in her words.
"Yeah. Sure," Harvey huffs under his breath and then faces Ray again. "We'll come with you, don't worry."
"Alright, as you wish." Their eyes lock once more as they exchange a cordial smile. "Then let me at least make it comfortable for you." A few seconds later, relaxing piano music reverberates through the back of the car. "If you need anything, just press the button to your right." And before they know it the blind is all the way up and they are left in peace.
"What the hell was that about? I thought you wanted to go home?" Donna asks in surprise, not quite whispering anymore but still quietly enough.
"Now where would be the fun in that?" he replies, releasing her hand on his thigh to place it on hers instead.
Donna's eyes momentarily close, as the sensation of his hand on her skin washes over her. His thumb draws lazy circles against her knee, and if she isn't careful she will lose herself. Because it would be easy. So very easy to get lost in it. To get lost in him. While the ache that had been pulsating in her core all day long is sending tingling waves through her body.
Forcing her eyes back open, Donna finds Harvey's expression dark and promising.
"The fun would be," Donna drawls while letting her hand travel over his clothed thigh, his muscles constricting beneath the smooth fabric. "That you could finally get to that thing you said you'd be doing once we got home."
"And I repeat… where would be the fun in that? Especially, when I can just do it right here?"
"Harvey," Donna expels in another warning tone, but at this point it is a weak attempt at best.
"It's out date night…," Harvey continues unfazed. "We promised each other we'd continue to shake things up during those."
"And you call fooling around in the back of a car 'shaking things up'?"
Harvey leans closer to her and his hand slides further up her thigh in the process. "'Fooling around' isn't quite what I have in mind."
Donna's eyes widen, as his suggestive words sink in.
"Harvey Specter. I'm not having sex with you in the back of a car."
Harvey arches an eyebrow at her, but a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "And how would that be any different than what happened last time?"
"Last time, I was drunk. Otherwise what happened would have never happened and you know it."
"We were tipsy, not drunk, and you very well know it."
"Still. I'm not risking getting caught by Ray."
"We wouldn't get caught, Donna," Harvey replies with heavy reassurance in his tone.
"How would you know that? He could lower those blinds at any time."
"But he won't," he shakes his head. "Once the blinds are up, only the person in the back brings them down. Unless it's a matter of life and death."
Donna studies him quietly for a moment, shocked that she is even considering what Harvey is suggesting.
"You seem to have your mind set on this."
"My mind hasn't not been set on this since you almost killed me the other time."
"I still don't think it's a good idea," Donna repeats, but her concern is audibly being weakened by an unfamiliar zest for adventure.
"Mh hmm," Harvey murmurs, sinking back into his seat. "It really isn't," he adds, but his hand is ever so slightly inching forward; daring her to stop him.
Which, for some inexplicable reason, she just doesn't seem to be able to do.
"Harvey," she groans and his name simultaneously sounds like 'stop' and 'keep going' all the same.
Every cell in her body is humming and she is yearning to give in to his ministrations. The muscle in her chest is thumping powerfully against her sternum and every contraction shoots boiling blood through her veins. An all-consuming fire is growing within her, heatedly and overwhelmingly; that is rapidly setting them both aflame.
Somewhere in the back of her head, reason is still beating its drums but it is swiftly drowned out by Harvey's intense gaze and the heavy breathing escaping his parted lips.
"Tell me to stop," Harvey challenges her, while his fingers slide even further beneath her dress and towards her center that is melting with lust.
The words are caught in the space between them, serving as a warning sign as much as a focal point for the ultimate reward. The air sizzles while they hold each other's gaze in a silent game of truth or dare.
Under his dark eyes and his alluring touch, Donna's usually sharp mind is increasingly dazed by a cloud of fog. Where rationality had once resided, all that is left now is burning desire. She knows it is a bad idea. Knows that she should stop him. But the day had already been too long and her need for him, and his for her, is just too strong to deny.
His fingers graze her panties at that very moment and the way the lace slides over her already embarrassingly slick center makes her squirm in her seat and instinctively move closer into Harvey's side. A sly grin spreads on his face that she wants to wipe off of him instantaneously, but when he increases the pressure, she realizes with alarming clarity that there is no more strength left to fight the overpowering want.
She groans in defeat.
"We have fifteen minutes tops until we arrive at the restaurant," Donna assesses hoarsely, the words blanketing his face with elation.
"Sounds like a challenge," he murmurs, adding even more pressure against her core, as his pointer finger slides up and down her covered folds.
"One you apparently are gonna get to take," she breathlessly groans, "if you shut up now and finally start moving."
Harvey twists around in his seat, facing her more fully. "So bossy," he teases her with words, just as much as with his fingers rubbing over her. Leaning in again, he brings his face close to hers. "And judging by how wet you are…," he exhales, letting his fingers slide beneath the drenched lace now, "and by how much you've driven me insane all day long…" His fingers find her pulsating and wanting, and the press of his thumb on her bundle of nerves sends an electric current through her body. "We might not even need ten."
Donna wants to be mad at him for being so goddamn smug but her body is coiling and her center is burning and she is already this close to something that she figures he has every right to be so. And then all thoughts are wiped from her mind completely, when he finally brushes his lips over hers; the kiss instantly hungry and devouring, while his free hand slips through her hair and to the back of her head.
It feels like a tiny release all by itself, and Donna sighs against his mouth in relief as some of the tension momentarily flows out of her body; only to get sucked right back in with the next press of his thumb at the juncture of her legs. The sigh morphs into a muffled moan, while Harvey sets a slow but steady rhythm. Every flick is pure electricity on her overstrained core and if he keeps it up like that it won't take long.
To distract herself from the beginnings of the tingling sensations, Donna brings up her hands to let them slide over his muscular chest. There is too much fabric and not enough space and she shifts in her seat to get closer still. From his chest, her palms glide south, along the button border of his waistcoat and from there straight to his crotch.
"Fuck, Donna," Harvey hisses, breaking the kiss when she touches his length. He hardens further under her purposeful strokes and he buries his face in her hair to keep himself from groaning out loud.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to me today?" He whispers hoarsely; his hot breath cascading down her neck like a veil.
"Harvey," Donna breathes in surprise when she feels the sudden intrusion of his finger sliding into her core.
Her whole body shudders at the overwhelming intensity of it all, while passion and lust expand beneath her skin.
"I think the sole purpose of the creation of this dress has been to drive me absolutely fucking crazy," Harvey expels lowly, and another sharp hiss is drawn from his lips when Donna speeds up her movements against the bulge in his pants in time with the slides of his finger deep inside of her.
"Do you have any idea how hard it's been to fight off all those images in my head today?" He asks her in an almost desperate tone.
"Hmmm," Donna mewls in reply, the knowledge that she had that effect on him incredibly arousing and thrilling to her senses. "I have a pretty good idea how hard it's been," she replies, giving his length another deliberate stroke. "But it's only fair play," she exhales, breathing becoming increasingly more difficult, "because having to watch you parade around in that three-piece suit of yours hasn't been easy either."
He studies her for a second, while another smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"It's just a suit," Harvey echoes her words from earlier, innocently shrugging his shoulder, while his finger expertly curls against the front for her walls.
"God," she presses out again, one hand now wrapping around his wrist to stop him before she reaches the point of no return.
He carefully withdraws his hand; the sudden loss of contact makes her moan in frustration even though it's exactly what she had asked him to do. Before Harvey has any time to react, Donna pushes him back into his seat and then quickly slides over to straddle his hips.
Unabashedly, she sinks down on his lap, one of her hands hitching up her dress to give her a better range of motion. This time it's Harvey who hisses her name; the sound blurring with the crescendo of the music gently playing in the background.
"It's more than just a suit," she objects and shakes her head, while her fingers begin to fumble with the first button of his vest. "Always so much more than that."
Her gaze drifts down while her fingers slowly push the second one through its hole. "It's an armor," she states as another button is set free. "A superhero cape," she murmurs and rotates her hips, freeing another button after that. "It's your second skin." The last button pops open and for a moment her hands roam freely. His muscles and skin are straining for contact but there are still too many barriers left between them.
Donna slightly shifts backwards on his lap, only to grind forward seconds later. His hardness is pressing into her in all the right ways and she repeats the motion with maddening perfection. Despite her slightly trembling hands, Donna makes quick progress with the buttons of his shirt as well and once he's freed, her palms slide greedily beneath the fabric; finding his naked shoulders that are only partly covered by his undershirt. Another current shoots through both of them simultaneously, spiking the passion that can hardly be contained by the narrow roof above them.
"Though I do like your bare skin even more," she sighs upon another grind of her hips.
Harvey's hands drop from her waist to her curves, holding her steady as he thrusts up into her; once, twice, three times; every explosive contact heightening the tension that is ever-expanding and threatening to burst.
"Every inch of perfect and imperfect skin. Every crease. Every line. Every visible and invisible scar and every spot of perfection," Donna murmurs, her fingers tracing his skin. "The hardness. And the softness. And all the secrets only I know."
Harvey looks up into her eyes, as carnal desire and loving affection wrestle for dominance on his face. With one hand resting against his chest, she brings her other one up to his face; tracing his lips and jaw, before letting it slide through his spiky hair.
It's a last moment of repose; their eyes solely fixed on each other while their surroundings slowly fade away in the cumulation of everything they are and everything they need.
And then it's a single rotation of her hips in perfect sync with another thrust of his that renders them speechless at last, before they both crash together in a heady kiss. Lips slide and tongues dance, while hands roam and bodies grind, until it all too quickly is all too much. And not nearly enough.
Hasty fingers get busy between them; Donna opening his pants and finally freeing his rock hard and pulsating length and Harvey pushing her panties to the side with one hand while the other, ever so tantalizingly, pulls down the zipper over her breasts.
Donna only distantly registers the loosened restraint around her upper body or Harvey's eager lips against her neck; her senses far more occupied with the thrilling sensation of his hardness sliding over her molten core. His heat is the fuel to her fire, every further touch a burning spark in their souls. Goosebumps rise on her skin, multiplying and spreading from head to toe. It has her shuddering feverishly in his embrace and while a tiny part of her still knows they are in the freaking back of a car, she also knows that there is no going back from the wildfire that is burning them alive.
Stroking him once, twice, she lifts herself up at last, and without further ado sinks back down on his invading length. The intense pressure while she accommodates him elicits a renewed shiver and he brings his arms around her to hold her closer.
Time seems to slow and speed up all at once and after mere seconds of stillness, they finally begin to move. They are both acutely aware of the coiling that has already started deep within, as the inferno of their passion carries them away. Rotating hips morph into pushes and pulls in their vigorous and frenzied chase for release.
Her whole body is strained and the air between them crackles with electricity as though in anticipation of a thunderstorm. She wants more. Needs more. Friction. Voltage. Sparks. All of which she finds in his eyes and in the way he watches her; so full of raw passion and sexual desire, and with never-ending devotion and unyielding affection.
Their gazes hold each other as they move in unison, and the stimulating oscillation of the vibrating car floor has the cells in their bodies swing in perfect cadence. There is still music playing around them, but no melody is as harmonic as the impassioned sounds of their quiet moans and sighs.
His every reaction to her fevered movements spur her on, and her thrusts and slides soon lose their rhythm and finesse. Leaning slightly back, her hands rest against his knees as she speeds up some more; fighting against the fluttering in her core just to hold out a tiny bit longer.
Harvey's dazed focus drifts from her face to her body, her moving on top of his too enticing to ignore. He pulls down the teasing zipper some more, revealing a few more inches of her creamy skin. His gaze, however, is caught on the see-through white bra she'd recently bought. Her hardened cherry-colored nipples peek through the fabric, as her breasts bounce frantically while she rides him hard and fast.
It's only a matter of moments until the expression on his face changes once more, the tension that had taken a hold of his body now hardening his features, too. His eyes find hers again as he exhales a pleading 'Donna', his fingers digging into her hips in a desperate attempt to anchor himself to her.
With one palm tenderly holding on to his cheek, Donna sneaks her other hand between their bodies to where they are joined. Knowing exactly how to achieve her goal, she intently rubs her bundle of nerves while beginning to tightly clench her walls around his impaling hardness. And then all it takes is another four or five thrusts, until darkness clouds her field of vision, seconds before it explodes into blinding stars. Wave after wave of rippling fire sets her muscles ablaze, as they shudderingly come together in each other's embrace.
They ride it out until the last currents subside and then collapse against each other in a heap of boneless limbs and heavy sighs. Too spent and exhausted to move just then, the couple rests like that for a minute or two but with time running out, they all too soon have to pull apart.
Using the dress handkerchief of his suit, Harvey carefully helps Donna get cleaned up before they quickly and quietly rearrange their clothes; zippers and buttons finding their way back into their initial positions. Robbed of the possibility of their usual blissful, skin-on-skin, post-coital cuddle, they yearn for closeness in this unusual space even more. Wordlessly, Harvey lifts his arm and Donna moves in; her head still finding her favorite spot against his chest. Sneaking one leg over his thigh and in between his legs, Donna snuggles as close as she can get. Her fingers intertwine with the hand around her shoulder and she closes her eyes to relish in the warmth and safety that only he could ever provide.
Slowly but gradually, their breathing returns to normal; their heartbeats syncing with each other in a matter of heartbeats.
"So…" Harvey expels on a deep exhale.
"So…" Donna replies exhaustedly.
"Told you we could do it in under fifteen minutes," he chuckles and affectionately squeezes her hand.
"I can't believe we had sex. In the back of a car."
"Does that mean we can cross off that particular fantasy from our list?"
"I didn't even know there was a list?"
"Oh, there is a list. And it's getting longer instead of shorter."
Her lips curve into a smile. "Is it now?"
"It is," Harvey nods, burying his nose in her hair.
"Wanna share with the class what else is on that list?"
She doesn't even have to see the grin to hear it in his voice.
"Well. Right at the top, there is that fantasy where you-"
Harvey's words trail off when the car comes to a halt and the engine is turned off.
Quickly untangling herself from Harvey, Donna slides back to her own seat, straightening her spine and crossing her legs, which gives her an air of nonchalance. Harvey, on the other hand, fails miserably at looking unfazed and Donna can only hope that Ray would be oblivious to it.
A few seconds later, there is a knock against Donna's window, and with a press on the button, she draws the glass barrier down. She plasters an innocent smile on her lips, before telling Ray their favorite dishes. She hands him a fifty-dollar bill to pay for their dinner and his as well.
They arrive at home twenty minutes later, giggling like teenagers as they stumble through the door, and both wholeheartedly agree that this had been, without a doubt, one of their most memorable date nights as of yet. Soon later, cuddled up on the sofa and over spring rolls and rice, Harvey and Donna share at least another dozen of their fantasies that they are dead set on fulfilling in the forever that has barely begun.
A/N: My deepest gratitude, once again, goes out Nanna, Caroline and Aimee, who shaped this chapter into what it has become. Your input is invaluable and forever appreciated. I love you, girls, thank you for always being there XOXO
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