AN: This is a very, very special chapter of this fic because it was written in collaboration with my best friend, brilliant writer, wonderful beta, kindest person around, Blue. I'd like to thank her so much for helping me with this and for every beautiful word she wrote. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing together.
We want to dedicate this one to Lila, Nour and Juliet who have been asking for a Belle (Lila trademarked the name hahaha) collab for so long and who are always so sweet to us.
Chapter 3
The second he finishes typing up the last motion he absolutely had to finish tonight, Harvey turns off his laptop and calls it a night. It doesn't matter that he has a pile of e-mails he has to reply to or that he really should revise the terms of the Kodatech acquisition if he doesn't want to look like a fool on his meeting tomorrow morning. He's leaving now so that his night with Donna can finally start.
They never really talk about where they're going on their once a year date night. (He wonders whether he should even call it a date.)
Usually, in the previous days one of them hints, in a both subtle and teasing way, that they have plans for the night and the other one very willingly goes along with it, knowing they'll just spend some time together shedding the mask of professional distance and then inevitably fall into each other's arms.
This year it had been her. Yesterday she was in his office waiting for him to sign some documents when she very casually said, "You know, it occurred to me today, we never had that threesome..."
He was so shocked his hand slipped and the T in Specter reached all the way to the middle of the page. He had done his best to push down all the images that conjured because he now very much knows he'd never want to share and yet anything to do with her naked stir things inside, even if it was mad jealousy.
Her body was curved in the most sensual of ways, eyes wide and innocent even if her lips weren't. The slightest quirk in the corner of her mouth gave it away and she laughed unashamedly and he rolled his eyes in annoyance at her joking about this very important matter on the important day.
She had another copy of the document on the ready for him to sign and he kind of loved that she timed this so he would need that. As she was leaving, she turned and looked at him over her shoulder, a teasing smirk now fully formed on her lips and her eyebrows raising when she said, "But I do have some ideas for us."
This had been far from subtle, but he caught himself grinning like a goddamn idiot when she left. He's not sure which of them enjoys it more, him for getting swept up in her sudden tease, or her for having the ability to cause it.
So as if he wasn't already looking forward enough for tonight, since then he also really wants to know what kind of ideas about him and her together flow around that head of hers.
She's on a call when he walks up to her desk, his face all smirky and smug as he waits for her to hang up and he doesn't make any effort at all to wipe that grin off his face. He's happy. Happy and excited like he hasn't felt in a long time.
He has finally made senior partner. Has a dangerous new secret in the form of a fraudulent associate to keep life from getting boring. The Aston Martin was available when he called the car club. Closed a twenty million dollar deal this afternoon.
He's going to spend the night with Donna.
Life's just pretty great right now.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks when she finishes the call, his voice low and hoarse, but when she turns to face him it's clear there's something wrong.
She keeps the phone in one hand, hanging up the landline with a press of her fingers and her lips are parted but she doesn't immediately find the words.
"What is it?" he asks, worried.
She swallows and puts the phone down in its place before she says, "That was Jeremy Miller's secretary. Kodatech is dropping out of the deal."
"Shit. He'll want to go ahead with a hostile takeover."
"I know."
"How do you know that?"
"Because his secretary was calling to tell they're sending a carrier here right now with every single file they have on Kodatech for you to find a way to make them go along with the acquisition in tomorrow's meeting."
"What?!" Harvey barks at her. "They want me to come up with a way to force a twelve million dollar company to the ground in one night?"
The question is obviously rhetorical so Donna just tells him, "She said Jeremy's in another meeting and will call you to discuss this in about twenty minutes." Then she waits for Harvey to control his frustration and set a course of action.
And the truth is, as much as he paces around and huffs and thinks about punching goddamn Jeremy Miller, he knows this needs to be done tonight because if they show up at that meeting tomorrow without an ironclad strategy they'll lose this company.
Of course something like this had to happen tonight of all nights. Realistically, there isn't the slightest chance he can manage to get out of the office tonight. They're stuck here and they both know it.
"Where's Mike?" he asks in a huff.
"I'll call him."
Harvey walks back into the office, drops his weight on the chair and reopens his laptop with such force the thing almost breaks in half. He allows a wreckless daydream of saying fuck it to Jeremy Miller and facing Jessica's wrath. He nearly groans when he mentally feels Donna's naked skin pressing into his and then his scowl deepens when he realizes he'll be replaying this for another year. Then he starts reading on the goddamn acquisition.
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They're two hours, thirty-seven minutes into what has turned into an evening of tortured restraint. Harvey has a pile of about one-hundred and fifty case files in front of him, with only about ten even registering in his brain because he's too busy being distracted by the contour on her leg the flex of her heel makes when she's fidgeting, creating a shadowed path which he keeps trailing up with his eyes. Not to mention the multicolored pen that she occasionally places right between her lips in a way that makes his dick twitch.
The last of these things is more than distracting because even boring law shit isn't shutting it down. He rationalizes it's because it's something he's waited three-hundred-sixty-five days and two hours for, and the thought of it has been his go-to fantasy all along.
Of course he's fantasized about her since the day they met, but now that his fantasies escape to the realm of reality one night a year he became this ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. And it was supposed to go off tonight but instead he's stuck here, frustrated, unable to concentrate and getting hornier by the minute.
At the very least he knows she's not doing that much better. Fidgeting around, shaking her heeled foot while she reads, changing the record they're listening to every few songs like she just really needs to get up and around and release some energy in any way she can. If they have to be sexually frustrated, at least they're doing it together.
The visual of her sashaying across the room is not helping him, though.
They've planted themselves as far apart as possible on his office sofa. She reads each file carefully and has begun creating a paper barrier between them with each discarded page. She's fooling neither of them and frustrating both of them with the action, preventing him from fulfilling his crave to brush against her to indulge in his foolish belief that just a taste will cut the edge when in reality he'd succumb to his need for her if given the chance.
He's getting nowhere, reading the same page for the third time. He decides to distract himself with her. "You find anything yet?"
Only her eyes move up from the page, not daring to fluster herself with his playful eyes, smirky curved lips, or sharp jaw. "I'd have mentioned it if I did."
"It's been over two hours."
"Were you expecting this to be quick?"
He drops the file in his lap. No, which is the current problem.
"The sooner you stop messing around the sooner we might find something." There's a slight scold in her tone, but she's silently amused by the fact the best closer in the city can't even manage more than a quarter of a shift when their night is hanging over them. It's…relatable. She chances a glance his way and his eyes are dark and fixed so deeply into hers her breath catches.
"Maybe we need a break." His tone is low as he makes the suggestion and she really doesn't need many more clues about where he's taking this.
"No way that's ending well."
"A break?" he plays dumb, even though he knows she isn't. And it's ending very well, if he has anything to say about it.
"That's not what you're asking."
He pouts, bouncing his foot and thinking of another angle. He knows he sounds like a rookie associate that can't manage a few hours without whining about the work but she'd been minutes from within his reach. Now she's there, legs crossed, the slight crinkle between her brows, hair catching the New York moonlight as she gives up her planned night with him. And all he knows is he wants her.
"You do realize we really might be stuck here all night, right?"
"Which is exactly why I'm not sure why we're having this conversation."
He cocks his head at her, pressing his lips together, unamused by her pretense to be unaffected by their situation.
"We're not getting anything accomplished like this."
"And whose fault is that?"
The fact that they are losing their chance becomes more real at each turn of the clock, making him desperate and blunt. "You know you're not fooling anybody, right? I know you want this too."
Of course she does. He knows she does which is why the arrangement is in place. But she can't agree to what he's suggesting because they're stuck here, at their place of business, and this sure as hell doesn't belong on her resume.
"Is midnight the deadline for this arrangement?" he asks. "Because that's approaching quickly and we should hurry before we lose the chance." His tone is urgent, his body on alert like if she gives the okay he's ready to set them into action.
"We both know we've done that far past midnight," she tries to deflect, unsure of what he expects her to do and even less sure about what she's willing to do.
"In that case, could we postpone this to another date?"
"What– No."
"Then we really need to deal with this situation right now because I'm not waiting another year."
"You look like you couldn't wait another day." She arches a brow, eyes darting to his lap.
"Donna," he warns, his skin growing flushed.
Suddenly the tension between them becomes ten times worse. Even in her feverish state she knows she can't just agree to being with him on any other day because that would open precedent. It's way too dangerous and their agreement is already risky enough as it is without them allowing themselves to simply be together whenever they feel like they need each other. But waiting another entire year? She really doesn't think she can make it.
She needs to put some distance between them to clear her thoughts or she might lose her mind and actually agree with what he's suggesting because, as insane as it, she really, really needs him and it seems like that's the only way to make that happen tonight.
"Maybe we really should take a break," she says in a heavy sigh, her skin feeling hot and unsettled by the dizzying reality that she has no idea what to do here. The fact that they currently find themselves in a sort of now or never situation makes her want to throw all caution out the window.
She glances at her watch, trying to determine if there are still people at the firm or if it's late enough that everybody else might have already left. The way Harvey's gaze follows her around only aggravating her need.
She moves to change the record again.
Mildly nursing scotch, burying her nose in the files and distracting herself with becoming his disc jockey had been her plan to make it through the night, but it clearly didn't work. So she attempts to recenter her mind as she slips Miles Davis back into its sleeve and slips out one she doesn't remember hearing before, saxophone player Ronnie Adams, and places the needle gently at the rim. It pierces out into the room and the alcohol in her system seems to ripple from the vibration of the tone and make her feel heady as she moves to place the record back on the shelf.
His eyes are determinedly not on his paperwork anymore and she tries to resist the urge to just climb into his lap. She's trying to remind herself what she's doing and all the reasons they shouldn't do this here when suddenly he's behind her and his fingertips warm her skin through the fabric on the waist of her dress and his hot breath is tickling just beside her cheek.
"The timing of this case was cruel." It comes out of his lips with both whine and grit.
She momentarily forgets whether Miles Davis goes in the M or D section when his nose inches back her hair and his lips are against her neck. "What you're doing is crueler," she points out.
"I can't help it. And you can't help responding," he says as she's angling her head back and over to give more room for his mouth.
"We can't do this here," she lamely protests, but her ass is pressing back and hoping to find his groin.
He grinds against it and he might as well have entered her for the noise that comes out of her lips. He's so hard.
"I'm running out of time for my yearly window. I can't focus without this." He presses into her once more and then spins her around suddenly, so suddenly that all focus on keeping the record between her fingers completely fails and it slips out of the sleeve and impacts against the edge of the shelf.
"Oh my god!" She starts to kneel to pick it up from the place it settled on the floor but he tightens his arms around her waist to stop her.
"Leave it until after."
"After?" she checks but she knows what he's intending.
"I'm not waiting two years."
"What about Mike?" she asks, needing him to talk her out of her last fears.
"Thought we agreed I wouldn't be sharing you."
Donna slaps his arm and he presses his grin to her mouth.
Harvey had just hired his new associate and the new fraud kid had been practically sleeping at the firm trying to prove his worth so Donna knows even if it's the middle of the night, he's still there.
"I told him to read all of Kodatech's contracts over the last ten years. Trust me, he's not going to come barging in here anytime soon."
She has a barrage of what-ifs to counter with but his lips are firmly on hers and suddenly all the rest of the consequences and good judgment fleet away with his tongue erasing her thoughts.
They're alone. The cleaning crew has gone. Security is on the bottom floor. Her clit has been throbbing at each thought of any part of him between her legs for the past three hours.
Sex in the office it is.
God, she'd missed kissing him. There's just something about the way their lips fit and his tongue tastes that drives her absolutely insane. She could kiss him for hours on end but the reality here is that they'll only have a few minutes. She runs her hands over the muscles in his back while they shifted and flexed, yanking her closer, needing to consume every inch he can envelop.
His mouth is back on her neck, hot and possessive, hitching her breath and drawing her airy moans. He turns her body, pressing her into the shelf holding his record collection while he devours her neck. He's usually careful, but tonight, after holding off for longer than anticipated and being pressed for time, he will probably leave marks on her skin.
He pulls the zipper on her back enough to push her dress down below her breasts and she assists, freeing her arms from the straps even though this makes her feel way more exposed than she naively thought she would. For a second she worries about each one of the lights on at the buildings around them and whether they can see anything within Harvey's dark office, but then he's scooping out one of her breasts and dragging his mouth over her cleavage until his lips draw in her nipple and all rational thought is replaced by pleasure.
Her fingers weave through his hair as he sucks on her, his mouth leaving wet kisses all over her skin as he moves to give the same attention to her other breast and only when a moan escapes her lips she realizes she's pressing Harvey's head into her breasts and he is complying eagerly.
He moves up her body, running his tongue at the seam of her lips until she meets it with her own, tangling them together even before his lips meet hers. He presses his body firmly into hers, kissing her deeply, both his hands sliding to her ass and pulling her to him and she feels more than hears the groan emanating from him.
Harvey starts bunching up her dress, pulling on the fabric at the sides of her body and running his hands over the soft skin of her thighs. She quickly manages to undo the buttons on his shirt, hastily pulling it out of his pants and pushing the fabric over his shoulders until it falls to the floor.
She starts at the buckle of his pants but he stops her with a press of his hands. "Wait."
Suddenly he's dropping down, fingers slipping in the hem of her panties and his fingertips dragging them down the edge of her thighs until he slips them off her feet. He inches closer, outer edge of his hands pressing into her inner thighs and demanding them apart.
She grows shaky as she shifts, already uncertain on her feet just from the view between her legs. A breath comes out in a pant. "H-Harvey."
He hums in response.
"How am I supposed to—"
"Grab on to something behind you."
And before her head fully catches up with what he wants he's hooking a thigh, lifting it high on his arm almost to his shoulder and she's grappling for any edges on the shelf behind her she can find, her knuckles fully at work.
His opposite hand parts her, and then his lips begin to tease her clit. Just enough so she feels the suction with each kiss of his mouth on her center but cruelly pulling away, only to come back again. The heat pools between her legs, liquid and aching for any more friction or fulfillment she can get. Her body is begging her to be lewd in its search for his mouth. Pinned against his records, dress bunched at her waist with her naked breasts heaving, Harvey shirtless and mouth attaching to her center as she's barely able to keep herself from bending over the paper-strewn sofa and begging to be fucked.
Then, he's done teasing. He licks the length of her slit, once, twice, thoroughly tasting and then swirling his tongue around her clit. He sucks it into his mouth, gently, while his tongue strums a rhythm. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him in for more. His head tilts back enough so his eyes connect with hers as he increases suction, tightening his hold around her left thigh to steady her for the change.
She stares down at him, subservient to her needs, her practically perching on his face while he laps and sucks her to full pleasure. She's using a free hand to pinch and roll a nipple, feeling the vibration of his groan while she helps with pleasuring herself, panting and wiggling her hips because she needs him inside her.
He doesn't fully give her what she's seeking, instead using his free hand to press fingers at her opening, and suddenly she's stretched, fingers sinking easily inside from how wet she'd become but not tampering the soreness of the intrusion. He's not gentle working them inside her. Thank god there's really no one around because if the sight of them together like this wouldn't have given them away, the sounds she's making surely would.
Pressure builds in her belly, a sinking tug telling her she's growing close. Her legs begin to tense, and his fingers hit her front wall on each inward motion. It forces her clit against his sucking mouth and it's only moments before she's contracting around his fingers, her body completely surrendering itself to his face slowing to light licks and kisses while the throb slows and lets the grasp inside her come gently back down.
Leaving wet kisses on her inner thigh, he unhooks it from his arm and places her unsteady heel on the ground. He climbs his way up her body, mouth dragging on her dewy skin as her chest heaves and she struggles to remain upright. He grips the fabric of the dress bunched at her middle to anchor himself up, which doesn't help with her balance but works perfectly for him as she falls forward into his arms.
He bites on her bottom lip, pulling it slowly, a smirk on his lips from the satisfaction of seeing her like this, breathless, satisfied, with little control over her limbs. And all because of him.
She kisses him, letting her hands trail down to finally unbuckle his pants and this time he lets her, closing his eyes and enjoying her kiss and the feel of her fingers wrapping around his erection inside his briefs. She squeezes and strokes him, but when he pushes his hips forward, pressing into her hand, she has the mercy of pushing his pants down, freeing him from his constraint.
His hand travels up and down between her neck and her breasts, while the other keeps a firm hold on the back of her neck, binding her mouth to his as he pumps into her fist. When he doesn't think he can take this anymore, he runs both hands down her body, settling on her hips and pulling her into him, his thigh moving between her legs to coax them open.
Donna folds her arms around his neck, bracing herself for what comes next, but she's still caught by surprise when Harvey buckles his knees, hands traveling down the backs of her thighs and hooking behind her knees, pulling her up as she wraps her legs around him on instinct.
There's a moment of immobility as he fixes his eyes on hers. She's noticed he likes doing this, staring at her as he enters her and right before. His mouth curves softly and it's like it's his favorite moment and he wants to savour it, or like this is monumental and he needs a moment to prepare. She's not quite sure. Maybe it's just that he likes to watch her reaction, her mouth opening in a moan as he stretches her, pushing in deeper and deeper until their bodies join completely. Then he closes his eyes and kisses her just before he starts moving.
When he starts fucking into her, really fucking into her, it becomes clear this is the most impractical place they could possibly have chosen to do this. He adjusts, pressing her firmly against one of the spots where the shelf divides so the wood is digging into her back each time he drives inside her. She slips down just a bit every time he withdraws, then she's pinned between him and albums she knows are worth more to him than anything in this office. Even if he doesn't seem to mind he's risking more crashing into the ground with how hard he's jostling the shelves.
She's gripping around his shoulders for extra safety, her upper body smashed up tightly against his. It's easy to say this is to brace for safety but she admits deep inside it feels good to cling to him after being separated for so long. Wrapping herself up around his strength, taken closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. Her lips find open skin along his shoulder and neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin from the long day while she can feel the heat of his breath burying into her hair just below her ear.
Every so often he bounces her up to try and adjust them again. At some point he slows, groaning in frustration and firmly holds her left leg in place, while coaxing her right leg to slip down until her foot braces on the sofa back behind them. The change in angle feels more secure at first but does nothing for her leg wrapped around him that's beginning to shake from trying to keep in place.
She almost starts to wriggle that one free too until the first full slam deep inside hits from the small bit of freedom this allows. Her fingernails dig into his skin, pressing all limbs as tightly as they can be pressed to will her muscles to last until the end. Her head falls back and his mouth quickly responds by taking advantage of her revealed neck, attaching itself, open and hot and sucking perfectly in all her favorite points.
He loves that she's so warm, so perfect. The sounds she's making are far better than any of the ones from the records he's fucking her against. The way she's clinging to him, wrapping around his dick and around any part of him she can manage is driving him mad. She's got to be so close and he doesn't know how much longer he can physically manage this except he knows that this ending means he's going to long for it all the longer, and that alone drives him to draw this out even if it means they're tempting consequence by the act to begin with.
"Oh god. Harvey," she whines out to him, and they both know she's close and pull apart enough to sear the memory of each other. He kisses her as he grinds himself against her, trying to create the last bit of friction she needs since the rest of him is concentrated on not letting her drop to the ground and only letting her fall surrounded by him. She's moaning, breathy and too loud and his mouth covers hers to muffle them.
She readjusts her arms above his shoulders, other leg falling to the sofa too as the ripples begin to spread. They rush, sending bolts of pleasure through her limbs and throbbing around him. She's completely full from this, inside and out, him still slamming his hips into her now tender pussy. And it's this way, clinging onto Harvey until her nails make indents on his skin, legs spread around him as he squeezes her flesh, being fucked and kissed into his record collection, that she succumbs, mind going numb with pleasure.
She's moaning his name into his mouth, his lips failing on keeping their sounds muffled when he can't contain his groans anymore. She's writhing in his arms, completely his, and as much as he wishes they could stay like this forever, his body takes over his mind and he loses all control, emptying himself inside of her until he's completely spent.
He pants heavily into her neck and when some oxygen makes its way back into his head he remembers to put her down, helping her place unsteady heels on the ground, but keeping his body firmly pressed into her, still inside of her.
Donna kisses a spot just below his ear. Inhales the scent on the crook of his neck and drags her parted lips over his cheek to find lips, kissing him slow and thorough.
He has both arms wrapped around her waist, lost in her taste, and can't deny his disappointment when her hands gently press over his shoulders and she parts her lips from his.
"We should probably…" she trails out.
He inches forward one last time, pressing his lips to hers for one lingering second, before he pulls away and steps back.
He quickly crouches, tugs his pants up and then assists Donna by helping pull the hem of her dress down over her legs and closing her zipper when she turns her back to him, after having adjusted her bra and the straps of her dress.
"I can't believe we did this," she says, with an amused tug on the corner of her lips.
He smirks, picking up his shirt from the floor and buttoning it up. Unable to contain the urge, Donna reaches for him, adjusting and smoothing his collar in place while he does the last couple of buttons. When she looks back at his face, she realizes he'd been watching her, something so fond and warm in his eyes.
There's barely a breath between then. If she reaches forward just the slightest she could kiss him again and something deep inside tells her if she just tilted her chin upwards he would lean in and take her lips. Instead she stays. Both hands on his chest, heart hammering hard inside her own, both of them suspended in the moment.
Harvey's lips part and his eyebrows draw together the tiniest bit, the kind expression on his face only she would spot. Then Mike's voice by the door startles them both.
Harvey hastily takes a step back, bumping against the back of the couch while Donna sinks to the floor to retrieve the record currently lying to their feet and spots panties which she quickly shoves under his couch.
Luckily, when Mike came in he had his nose buried on the document he was quoting so he didn't notice both of them jumping out of their skin. He does notice Harvey's messed up hair and hard expression and Donna crouched down on the floor.
"What… are you guys doing?" he asks, elongating his question as he frowns at them, eyes jumping from one to the other.
"Record fell," Donna says lightly and only them he notices her picking up a disc and its sleeve from the floor before she straightens to her feet.
"Oh." Mike says, satisfied with the answer and so eager to get back to what he had been saying Harvey and Donna are both sure he didn't notice anything weird. "So, two years ago Kodatech—"
"Oh shit!" Donna interrupts him.
"What?"
She's eyeing the record on her hands and then looks at Harvey saying, "It scratched."
Harvey takes a closer look, spotting the indented line right at the edge where the disc had impacted against the shelf.
She looks at him with big and worried eyes because she knows it's one of his favorites and it's a rare edition of the album. He's clearly not happy about it, but he shrugs, takes both the record and its sleeve from her hands and puts it in place on the shelf.
"So. As I was saying," Mike starts one more time, now moving to sit on the couch. "Two years ago Kodatech made a deal with an investment bank…"
He goes on explaining what he had found, but before Donna can move to follow him, Harvey places his hand on her waist, keeping her still. She looks back at him inquisitively, looking back to Mike in worry when he brings his mouth to her ear and murmurs, "It was worth it."
She smiles and shakes her head at the boyish, proud grin on his face and then they go back to work.
The sun is nearly rising when they finally finish everything up. Donna had left a couple hours before and Mike's in the bullpen typing up a motion when Harvey crouches under the couch to retrieve her panties. He places them in her desk drawer before he leaves to shower and change for his meeting, smirking at both the thought of the look on her face when she finds it tomorrow and the fact that she went home in his car without them.
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It becomes his favorite inside joke, teasing her about having scratched his Miles Davis because she can't dispute him without bringing up what happened. So he teases her and challenges her and smirks at the look on her face every time he says something about it, which sometimes lean more towards "shut up, Harvey" and others it's just pretty obvious she's fondly remembering that night in his office and how nice it would be if they could do it again.