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CONFESSION

The last week had been by far everything a woman in love could have asked for. Coffee in bed after making love once or twice on waking, an incredibly long shower together, where of course they would make love again, and breakfast always prepared by Harvey's skillful hands were becoming part of the routine. She had insisted that she wanted to help too, but he told her that almost always in his dreams he was the one who surprised her by opening her eyes in the morning, (and he did), and if she insisted too much, she could impress him with a dessert after dinner. Included in this is an assortment of strawberries and whipped cream, just in case.

From the day she opened her door and his lips were intercepted by a kiss that turned all his senses upside down, there was nothing he could not improve. Every day he outdid himself in every way.

It was exactly on Friday. When Harvey proposed to spend the weekend in his apartment, the idea didn't seem wrong to her, after all, they were at Donna's for the whole week, so it was obvious that in deciding where they would spend most of the time until they moved in together, she would also visit Harvey's place. He wanted her to make his cold place a warmer, more memorable space, just like her, and he would start with her presence. They left the office a couple of hours before, they went to get some extra clothes for her, because she thought she didn't have enough, some ice cream, a pizza, and just a block before they arrived, they found a new bakery and of course, Donna would try all the stuffed rolls that were in the sample display, loaves of bread to accompany the cream cheese, and of course without forgetting her favorite wine.

"Dear God, are you trying to fatten me up like a turkey for Christmas?" Harvey asked as he was surrounded by so many food supplies, "at this rate I feel like I'm rolling down the stairs!"

"What, a week and you're already sorry?" she said funny. "You must do more boxing then."

"Of course not, not even dreaming" was a truth, his eyes turned to panic at the thought of being sorry, even if it was a joke.

"I think it's perfect. I want you to know that I intend to make a big teddy bear out of you, too."

"How's that?" he asked smiling, as he switched arms with the bread bags.

"Hmm, I'm trying to remember the last time I saw you with a beard that was more than three days old. You look gorgeous too." The memories sailed back 6 years, when they agreed to take their days off right at the same time to celebrate her birthday. Harvey had promised to take her diving to the most beautiful beach he had ever heard of in Mexico, and exactly in Cabo San Lucas was a beach called "Playa Del Amor", it was the best birthday celebration, she never saw him so relaxed, Donna found a casual look in him that she fell madly in love with. Well, even more so.

"On vacation, I can handle the beard for you, but do you know how many more hours I'll have to spend in the punching bag to burn off all these calories?" He tried to maneuver into his pants pocket in search of the key, and gave up instantly.

"Oh, honey, not just in the punching bag," she flashed a dangerous smile, that expression froze Harvey's spine."Let me help you with that, will you, handsome?"

She took another step behind him and stood so close to his neck that he could feel the warmth of her breath that he staggered, she reached into his left trouser pocket, very slowly, dangerously. He had to hold his breath, God, this woman was going to be the death of him, she had no idea what she could do to him with her touch. She was up to something. He knew right away, she was taking too long down there.

"Christ, Mr. Specter, did you bring a train home?", his limb jumped, with every movement of his white hand, he lost his mind, and his pants tightened in his groin a little more.

"Dona... have mercy on me and let's finish this inside, shall we?" His voice broke a little and he almost let go of things.

"All right, all right, I got it" finally took out the blessed keys and opened up. She made two more comments to punish him, this matter could easily end up on the kitchen counter, trapping the lips in a hugging kiss. And he thought about it.

She had one more punch on the tip of her tongue, until she saw it. Harvey's place, though spacious, was smaller than hers, and all the rooms were practically adjoining. Directly behind the room was his bedroom, that place until not long ago forbidden, intimately speaking, of course.

She felt she was invading his privacy. In the past, this was not where things happened, and yes, she had been here several times before, work issues and occasional parties or firm meetings, but she never allowed herself to see beyond the couch, even if she had the need to use the bathroom. Now they were a couple, involving what? She wondered, she was entitled to enjoy the comforts of Harvey's space. Like him, there were countless dreams she had about them waking up in the same room, curiously enough, hers.

She swallowed a sigh. She was squeezing the wine bottle too tightly, she let go after seeing his white knuckles.

And she almost felt ridiculous, she was different, she was Donna. She was a grown woman who could handle knowing how many women had spent their nights with him, right there.

Their relationship, although just starting, was a mature one, which knew the direction they would take, they were a team, they were together in everything.

She swore to herself that she would never again invoke the little memory of... "the last person", or of another woman who had managed to break something in him. Many wanted to force it, another wanted to change it, and the last one "tried" to fix it, in a very clumsy and useless way. That's when she realized that "Dr. Sympathy" wanted to fix him, but at her convenience.

You were not at all subtle, my dear...

Then how could she not fucking bear the thought of the last woman who had spent the night on that fucking bed?

No.

No fucking way.

Not in this world.

Not in this life.

Or any other, for that matter.

He put two glasses on the bar, waiting for the wine, while he kept talking to her about how witty her response had been to Louis' idea of wearing "orange Mondays" in the office, and how angry Robert would be about that, he was silent when he heard nothing but the sound of his own voice.

"All right, love?", they were getting used to the little affectionate nicknames when they were in privacy too, his eyes followed Donna's gaze, and he just managed to open his lips a little, "Hey, if you're thinking what I'm thinking, just let me finish up here and we can take a hot shower later, okay?", he walked up to her so he could slide his palm over her flat belly, "we might as well..."

"It's not that, Harvey" felt his body tense and he opened his eyes in surprise. "It's just... I never thought that-"

"One day you'd be here?", he thought he finished the sentence for her, "I thought it was impossible for you to be here with me too, and you know what I mean" he wanted to take her by the hip and kiss her hair but she stepped aside.

"No, Harvey. It's..."

"Donna, you're scaring me, what's wrong?" It hurt her heart to think she might regret being with him, which would sound totally illogical, resulting in the wonderful last days.

"That." She pointed to the inside of the room, turned on her heels and collapsed on the couch with her hands in her face. "I don't think I can handle that."

He was getting less and less, "Honey, please explain. I'm not following you."

"God, I'm the stupid idiot, right? I have to get over this."

"You don't like the decoration?, Donna, you can put this building back together piece by piece if you want. That's my idea, actually."

She clung for a moment to the suggestion but still had to say it. "Oh, God. You are being the most perfect man of all and I have a conflict with that stupid..."

"Donna, you have to..."

"MATTRESS!"

Both spoke at the same time.

"You, what?"

"The bed, Harvey."she put her hands to her mouth, wanting in turn to stop that impulse of frankness coming out of her being, this time without feeling comfortable about it. Harvey shot his eyebrows into the sky and blinked twice.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm really sorry. I thought that when this day came, I would take it in the simplest and most mature way possible, and not make a total and unnecessary drama. But I can't!"

The first thought that went through her head was total hypocrisy, she had had other men in her bed over the years, but there was a ritual that Harvey didn't know about, a personal one.

He understood. It wasn't who, it was what. That it was the presence of the ghosts that haunted his bed, next to Donna's, which were much less than a handful, certainly Harvey's bed had a history, but it was a history that was already in the past, all those women were part of the past, and to be frank, he did not remember the name of most of them, vividly, only the last two, and with none of them did he have a totally pleasant outcome. He had never been one to associate bodies with objects, except Donna and the Holy Grail which was their can opener. For him it was no conflict because she had never been in that bed.

She had a point.

She was Donna, the wonder woman, super girl, Loise Lane, his lie detector, his moral compass, his Monalisa, the love of his life: all in one, but she was also human. And many years passed knowing voluntarily or involuntarily which women and even sometimes which days, which hour, at which moment, were resting by his side. His heart hurt a little more at the thought that she had to suffer that fact, because by that time they were already terribly in love with each other, he undoing the memory of her, of the fantasies in his memory with other bodies and she, trying to stay sane and present in the relationships she had, trying to fill the place that was always of him.

"Please tell me I'm an idiot" she had sad eyes and wet eyelashes from the incipient tears.

His chest was filled with total and complete love. There was nothing in this life that made him give up on pleasing that woman, live and breathe for her. And although he still does not tell her for fear of scaring her, she is the only one, the one, the only one with whom he wants to share a bed, a life, a memory, a home, for the rest of his entire existence.

"No, Donna, you're not an idiot, you're the most wonderful woman God has ever had the grace to put in my life. And what you're saying is not stupid at all. I'm the idiot."

"What?" the turn to be perplexed was her, "why do you say that?"

"Because I'm the one who should be in a worse state than you, imagining the time spent in your bed by every man you've ever had a relationship with, tucked in your beautiful arms, resting on your neck, hugging your chest, - as I did the first day - even... I feel jealous." Donna's face was wrinkled with tenderness at the comment, "You shouldn't have changed anything, that's your privilege, because I was the jackass who wouldn't get his head out of his ass. Because it's stupid of me to think that I could bring you up here like another woman who wouldn't mind sleeping on the memory of other bodies, when I know that you're more than perfect, and there's nothing in this world that I can do to finish proving to you that you've always been you all my life."

"Harvey..." he came closer and cradled her red face with both hands, and she put her hands on his wrists. Tears were beginning to stream from the lawyer's eyes.

"I love you, Donna Paulsen. With my heart, soul and life. And if that," he said pointing to the room, "is a fucking problem for you, then it is for me too, and we'll go back to your apartment, because I don't intend to share the memories we make from now on in the same place where I wasted so many years of my life being a complete and utter idiot, with the wrong women; when I spent the same years, working hand in hand with the right woman."

Tears were already streaming down her cheeks, and if she were not sitting down, she would already be a puddle of butter on the floor.

"I love you too, Harvey Specter. With my heart, soul and life."

"I can live with being in the same picture with other people because you had a right to have a life-"

"I changed it. The next day. "She said, interrupting him, "everything, even the sheet set. After we spent our first official night together, I changed the mattress of my bed, because even though you were on it the night before, there was the memory of Thomas, and I didn't want to create new memories with you in the same place he had been. Our room will be sacred. It is sacred."

"It is,yes, it is."

He wiped the moisture from her cheeks with his thumbs and deposited soft kisses on the very trail of tears. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to breathe in the perfume of her being, zandal, a hint of vanilla and the intoxicating smell of red fruits in her hair. Both fronts together, bumping their noses.

He gave her the most beautiful smile he had ever allowed himself to give someone, something new was deposited in him at that moment, he was no longer the man who protested at the idea of having feelings, and worse, at the idea of showing them. She broke through the walls inside him, she never needed to have just a piece of his heart, she always had the key and heart in her hands.

They merged into one kiss. Warm, beautiful, full of love, dreams, goals, was a promise of a future not far away, had the wind in their favor. With work, he only separated a little from her to see if she had changed her expression, and indeed, now received the hazelnut glow of his eyes in love, which were mixed between the deep chocolate of his eyes, the wrinkles around them deepened if the smile was happy.

She drew the line of his eyebrows, and her index finger stopped rounding both moles on the left side of the man's face that she loved so much. Those distinctive pair of signs moved in time with his gesticulations.

"I don't want to be anywhere you don't meet me either, Harvey. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. You have my heart in your hands, I won't leave you."

She was born with the gift of being the only one who can read my mind.

God, was this heaven or a proximity? The woman he always dreamed of was telling him that she loved him as much as he loved her, all emotions were exposed. It was already more than clear they were each other's fucking world, No Harvey without Donna. No Donna without Harvey.

"Hey, what do you say we go back?, suddenly I like that wonderful king-size you own better. You have some wonderful pillows we can share to sleep together and there's more space to... roll."

He raised both eyebrows twice to playfully emphasize his comment, she laughed. "This one's too old and I can't sleep, I've had some impossible nights..."

"Harvey, you've spent most of the week on my-" he silenced it with a kiss. Then another, and another.

"I insist."

Well."

"Well, let's go to our second house."

In one quick move they put their picnic back together, he took his keys and left the place.

"Tomorrow, I don't care what excuse," he said while calling the elevator, "we'll leave the office early and go to the best store in town to buy the biggest, most beautiful, fluffiest, whiteest mattress New York can have-after yours, of course.

"HARVEY!" Now Donna's face was changing color at his comment. He was fascinated that even after years of flirtatious and suggestive phrases, he suddenly seemed not to expect that and managed to make her blush like that.

"What? Oh yeah, you're right: The hell with excuses, we'll just leave early because I said it."

"I'll never tire of the way you love me, you know?" she deposited a soft, chaste kiss, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"All of this is yours, all of me," Harvey said as he placed his free hand on Donna's belt, bringing her even closer. "All my stuff, where I've come to, and even the next place I'll be in the future will be yours, because I'm totally and completely sure I don't want to be where you're not."

Their foreheads were rejoined, they closed their eyes, breathing the same air.

"I have never loved anyone as I love you, Harvey."

"No one?"

"No one."

"Me neither, Donna."

Life was perfect now. They had faith in each other. She would spend the next 100 years with him, for him there was only her, forever.