Thanks to the people who reviewed. I wasn't sure I'd continue, but here we are. Special note. My first dance song was "Terrified" which sounds like the worst song name for a wedding but Harvey made me feel better about my choice since he said love is a terrifying thing in his vows.
Still stuck in a dreamy trance, Donna and Harvey were ushered out of the Little Chapel by a photographer eager to get this beautiful couple in front of the Vegas lights and sights. Locked into each other, there wasn't much posing for pictures and yet this hour session was some of the photographer's favorite work. Her favorite picture was of the newlyweds on a pedestrian bridge. The busy lights of The Strip filled the background but it was like it all faded away when Harvey held Donna close to his chest.
When they returned to their wedding reception, their friends and family were busy mingling.
"There you are. What took so long?" Rachel asked.
"The photographer took us on an unexpected tour of the city," Donna said.
"Ok, well it's time for your first dance," Rachel said trying to get this reception moving on. Donna looked to Harvey realizing they never picked a first dance song. But Harvey was prepared, he hooked his phone up to a speaker, pressed play and offered his hand to Donna.
"You by the light
Is the greatest find
In a world
Full of wrong
You're the thing that's right
Finally made it
Through the lonely
To the other side
You said it again
My hearts in motion
Every word feels
Like a shooting star
Im at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows
Burning in the dark
And Im in love
And Im terrifed
For the first time
And the last time
In my only life"
Donna and Harvey danced to the Kara Dioguardi song. Harvey pulled out his classic dance moves but most of the song, the couple held each other with Donna's hand on his heart. She was hanging on every word of the song. She felt like he had used this song to express his feelings.
After toasts and dinner, the wedding was over. There wasn't a dance floor or DJ. And that was okay for the newlyweds who were eager to return to the honeymoon suite alone.
After a quick round of goodnights, Harvey took Donna by the hand and led to straight to the elevators. The second the doors closed he pinned her up against the wall. His lips crashed onto hers with the same intensity as the night before at the club. It was fortunate that the trip up to the honeymoon suite was fast because they were about to lose control in the elevator.
The ding sound broke them a part. Harvey swiped the key to their room and held the door open. But Donna didn't walk inside. She crossed her arms and tried to look mad but her flirty gaze and grin let Harvey know everything was good. "I believe it's tradition for you to carry me over the threshold," Donna giggled. Harvey nodded as Donna jumped into his arms and he carried through the doorway and gently placed her down. His gazed never left hers. His impatience in the elevator was replaced by a new thought process. It had been years since he and Donna had sex. So long, that this night would feel like the first time and he wanted to savor every second of making love to his wife. "Go over there and twirl in your dress," Harvey instructed, "I want one more image of my bride before this comes off." Donna strutted over towards the middle of the room and did her turn while keeping a flirty eye on Harvey. He walked slowly towards and offered his hand for one last spin. "You're so beautiful," he said scanning her from head to toe. He spun her into him and he went right for her lips. The kiss was soft and slow but their hearts were pounding in anticipation. "You make me so happy, Harvey," she mumbled into his lips. He pulled her in tighter by wrapping his arms around her waist. He could feel the zipper to her dress and couldn't wait any longer. Moving his lips to her neck, he slowly unzipped her dress. It quickly fell to the floor and all that Donna was left wearing was her bridal bustier. It was sheer, not leaving anything up to the imagination. Donna stepped out of her dress and draped it over a chair. Still in her white heels, she immediately went to work on removing Harvey's jacket, bow tie and dress shirt. The intentional and dramatically slow undressing was driving them both wild. Neither could wait much longer, but it was Donna who was the first to speed things up by pushing Harvey back into the bed. She threw her long bare legs on either side of his hips and grinded into him. The hardness underneath his pants was enough to make her instantaneously wet. Keeping her lips locked on his she was able to unhook his pants and slide them down. He was free. Donna sat up and removed her shoes. Then she unbuttoned her bustier one at a time, like a strip tease until she was topless. Harvey sat up and buried his face into her breasts and she continued to grind. The sensation was driving them both crazy. Harvey flipped them over and pulled off Donna's thong in one swift motion. Harvey couldn't get over the view. Donna was on her back, topless with her red hair sprawled out on the mattress. He had never felt so lucky or in love. He leaned over her peppering her with kisses all long her neck and chest. Their eyes met one last time before he aligned himself and pushed inside her. Donna melted into him, moaning his name. Harvey did his best to keep the rhythm at a steady pace but he was beginning to feel the build up of pressure. He reached down and massaged Donna's clit hoping it was enough to get her to climax. He was losing control. He picked up speed until his thrusts became erratic. He wasn't going to last much longer. It didn't matter though, as Donna started unwinding at just the right time, calling out his name as she came. He wasn't far behind as he collapsed on top of her, panting. He rolled over so his weight didn't crush her when he spotted tears running down Donna's face. "Hey, what's wrong. Did I hurt you?" He asked drying the tears from her eyes. She shook her head no. "I'm just so happy," she whispered. There is was again, the overwhelming feeling of happiness Harvey smiled and pulled her close to him before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning they woke up late, still entwined. "Good Morning to my wife," Harvey said cutely. Donna laughed as she stretched out. She could get used to waking up to him everyday. "Good morning, to my handsome husband," she said beaming. "What's the plan for today? Stay in bed?" She asked hopefully. Harvey grabbed her hand and enter laced his fingers with hers. "As perfect as that sounds, we have duties down at the pool with our friends and families then we have to fly back to New York," Harvey said. Donna pouted. She knew she had to meet up with everyone, but the bed was so comfortable and after the whirlwind adventure the only person she needed to be with was Harvey.
After breakfast in bed and a very steamy shower, they met everyone at the pool. It was the perfect time to continue the celebration before everyone went their separate ways. Harvey and Marcus were playing with the kids in the pool. It was the first time Donna saw him interact with children. She couldn't help watching and letting her mind wonder, would kids be in their future? Clara and Lily found Donna staring at the pool. Clara wrapped her arms around Donna. "Honey, he looks pretty comfortable with the kids, I bet he'll make a wonderful father," Clara gushed. "He loves those kids. I can't wait to be a grandma again," Lily added. Donna blushed and gave a close mouth smile. She wasn't prepared for this ambush and didn't have an appropriate response. Luckily, Harvey jumped out of the pool at the right time. He threw his arms around Donna instantly getting her soaking wet. "Hey, your getting me all wet," Donna scolded. Harvey wrapped her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Thats how I like you plus how am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look this hot in a bikini."
Donna rolled her eyes but secretly couldn't get enough of Harvey finally being able to openly ogle over her.
The party at the pool was over too quickly in Donna's mind. It was so much fun to be with all her favorite people, just letting loose but it was time to fly back to New York. Donna didn't know if she was dreading the long late night flight or the meeting set for first thing in the morning.
Monday morning, Donna was hung over and exhausted as she made her way to her office. She could see through the glass wall that the two Feds were already seated. Her heart sank, the honeymoon phase already felt like it was slipping away. She took a deep breath, knowing she had to play this perfectly. Sean Cahill has come through as good friend by giving them the tip. She couldn't risk him by letting on. "May I help you, Gentlemen?" She asked sauntering into her office. She put her purse in the corner, hung her light jacket up on the hook and made her way over towards her office chair. "Miss Paulsen, I'm Agent Edwards and this is Agent Crawford," the taller of the men said while shaking her hand across the table, "we are here to ask you some questions."
"Paulsen-Specter," Donna replied. A look
of confusion washed over their faces, she pointed to the glass wall behind them, her new name was already displayed. Donna Paulsen Specter, COO. Satisfied with already disarming the agents so quickly, Donna took her seat ready to be on offense. But that changed when agent Crawford spoke up. "I don't understand. You're married? When did that happen and why did you spend the night alone at your apartment." She did spend the night alone but that was because they got back so late and they both needed clothes from their own homes. But why did the agents know this? She was being spied on. Whatever happened with Mary all of a sudden seemed to be a much bigger deal.
"Well, we got back late from a trip and we both ... wait, why am I explaining myself to you. More importantly, why the hell are you spying on me."
"Miss Paulsen, ah um Specter. Do you remember Mary Rossmor?" Agent Edwards asked. Donna nonchalantly shrugged. "Sure, she was a former client. But we haven't seen her in years," Donna said. "We have reason to believe that she may have been laundering money."
"Ok, well why don't you ask her, then. She's not our client and I'm not an accountant," said Donna.
"We can't. She's dead. And the events leading up to her death are suspicious." Donna gave them men a blank stare, pretending this was the first time she heard then news of Mary's death.
"Well, I'm sorry about her death and I'm sorry I don't have any helpful information. Like I said, it's been years since she's been a client."
At that point, Agent Crawford threw down paper onto her desk. Donna's signature was scribbled down in several places. The documents were authorizations from years ago to funnel money through Donna's favorite theater company. "Is that your signature? Is that the theater you have contacts with?" Crawford asked.
"It is, but I-I've never seen that paper before. I would definitely remember signing that," Donna said suddenly realizing she was in a shit load of trouble.
"Well, is it possible Harvey slid you the paper and you didn't know?" Agent Edwards suggested. Donna looked down and shook her head no. He wouldn't.
"Ok, maybe you knowingly signed it. Harvey asked you sign and offered you a promotion or maybe you'd do anything for the love of your life," Crawford said crossing the line. What he didn't know, is that Donna had been accused of this in the past. She didn't handle it well then. But this time she knew what to say and how to change the narrative.
"I see what you are doing. You are inferring that I don't deserve my position," Donna said with a bite to her words. She stood up with her hands firmly placed on her desk in a power position "You think either I did something shady or slept my way here. Would you be saying that to a man? Your tactic of drawing a picture that women can't be in position of authority without doing something shady doesn't fly here.
So I'll be clear. Harvey did nothing wrong.
I did nothing wrong. And to bring up some ridiculous theory with no merit isn't fair to him or me. I'd like you to leave, now."
The agents nodded. This wasn't the end. They had more investigating to complete. They told Donna they'd be back and she better be ready to tell the truth. After the agents rounded the corner and were out of sight, Donna marched her way over to Harvey's office.
"Good morning to my beautiful, wife," Harvey said with the most adorable grin. But Donna was pissed. She slammed the glass door as best as she could. "When were you going to tell me that this investigation was about me and not you. I'm being framed here, Harvey. This little wedding did nothing to stop the Feds from snooping around and spying on me," Donna said fuming. Harvey's face dropped. He wasn't expecting this outcome and he certainly wasn't expecting Donna to be mad at him.
"Harvey. Now I'm the one who's in trouble. Did you have me sign some bullshit paper to help Mary launder money?" Harvey was stunned by the accusation. He stood up from his desk and walked towards her. He spread his arms trying to calm the situation.
"Donna, I would never put you in harms way. You know that. All I've ever done was protect you. Donna don't you trust me?" Harvey said sincerely.
"I don't know. What I do know is that this is bigger than just us. And marrying you was not the solution. I'm sleeping home alone," Donna said leaving the office in anger. She left in such a rush she brushed by Mike and didn't even notice him.
"Trouble already for the newlyweds?" Mike asked not knowing what he was getting himself into.
"Mike, close the door and clear your schedule. We have some serious shit to deal with."
That night Donna went home by herself. Still rattled by the agents and still mad at Harvey. She poured herself a glass of wine when she heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Harvey, she marched up to the door ready to kick his ass out. But instead she was greeted by her friend, Rachel. "I talked to Mike, sounds like you could use a girls night," she said. Donna wrapped her arm around Rachel before welcoming her in and sharing the bottle of wine. "Donna, what's going on? You've been married only two days and already you are sleeping a part?" Rachel said cutting to the chase. Donna curled her legs up on the couch they were sharing. It was a way to protect herself from her emotions. She let out a sigh.
"Rach, you and Mike have dated awhile now, you've been through the highs and lows as a couple. Harvey and I, we just jumped right in," Donna started to explain.
Rachel shook her head, "But you guys have been through more than most couples ever will," she said.
"We - have, but it was business related," Donna said staring at the floor for answers. "Harvey can be reckless, and today just proves that the past can come back and haunt us. What if we end up starting a family and he goes to prison for some shit. I'd have to raise a kid by myself?"
Rachel's face lit up at the mention of kids. "Oh my god, you two want kids. They'd be so beautiful," Rachel said.
"That's the thing. Back to my point about rushing into marriage . We've never discussed having kids."
"But you want them?" Rachel asked.
"I didn't really consider it until Lily and my mom kept talking at the pool about what great parents we'd be. And how they can't wait for grandkids."
"Donna it's not too late to have a meaningful conversation with Harvey. You two will figure out what's best for you. Have a little faith in your marriage. And as far as this mess with the Feds, Harvey and Mike it will fix it."
"You are the bestest friend ever. I feel better. Thank you," Donna said squeezing her hand. She was still feeling emotional but Rachel's words of encouragement were enough to pull her out of the darkness.
The next morning, Mike rushed into Harvey's office. He had found some interesting information. "I got it," Mike said waiving a folder, "Mary's long time partner, Jeff Ryan is trying to prove that he had nothing to do with money laundering. He's trying to pin this mess on someone. Harvey, his attorney is Daniel Hardman."
"And that's why they are coming after us," Harvey said excitedly. "I bet Hardman forged those documents." Harvey realized this whole mess had nothing to do with the backdated document he fudged with. It had everything to do with Daniel Hardman.
Feeling more upbeat about the case, Harvey sauntered over to Donna's office. He hadn't seen her since the day before. He was excited to share the news. But he was met with a cold stare and silence.
"What's going on here Donna?" Harvey pleaded. "I love you. You're supposed to be my wife, but how can that be if we are living a part and not communicating." Donna dropped her head and pressed her lips together to keep her from crying. "It's just been a lot, Harvey. Last week you weren't speaking to me because you were still mad at me for kissing you. And now, we're here, in a shit load of trouble as a married couple. It's overwhelming and I'm struggling to find the right head space and clarity," Donna said.
"I get it. But I'm not questioning my love for you. And we are not fighting each other. We are fighting Daniel Hardman."
That name made Donna's head pop up. She gave him a quizzical look.
"Please, Donna don't shut me out. We will find the solution to this whole mess if we just stick together as a team like we've done for years," Harvey said. He was hoping he was finally getting through to her. Donna was trying to read his eyes to see if there was any hint of manipulation. But all she saw was his truth. The revelation made her smile. She stood up and embraced her husband. "Ok, I'm so sorry I doubted you. I just feel like I've been on the world's craziest rollercoaster ride." Still holding on to his shoulders, she leaned back and looked into his eyes. "So? Hardman is involved. I should have guessed."