Chapter 2
His mouth lands on hers and she feels all thirteen years of him in one second. She lets it happen like he let her only yesterday. She gives in though, deeply and unequivocally gives in. His lips are familiar, and she remembers it all. How well they fit together, how they've always been together physically and mentally.
She melts into his touch as his hands pull her closer by the waist, her own arms snaking behind his head. She pulls him in deeper and a sigh escapes her mouth as she relaxes into him. Like they were both made for this, for one another. Her hands run through the short strands of his hair and he bunches up her dress in between his fingers and presses firmly against the fabric and into the skin of her back.
He knows they shouldn't be kissing in a public foyer in front of the whole world to see. He knows they shouldn't be kissing at all.
But God, it feels so good.
His tongue runs along the seam of her lips and she opens immediately, and once they touch, he's done for. Stars explode and waves flood through him as he moans into her mouth, the palpable tension deteriorating around them. She bites his lip gently and he can't take it anymore because as far as he knows, it's always been her.
"Donna," he mumbles into her mouth. She hears it, but ignores it never wanting this to stop.
"Donna, please," he's saying the words again, begging, pleading because he's not going to stop so he needs her to. But he's so desperate for her taste, and he never wants to let go so he slides his tongue against hers one last time before mustering up all the willpower he can and separating himself from her.
They look at each other for what seems like forever. The eyes they've both stared into for over a decade feels seemingly different now, but not so different at all.
She tries to disentangle herself from him, trying to keep a distance before she jumps him again. But he doesn't let her, instead keeping his hands firmly on her lower back, so she relents and folds her arms around his shoulders as he stares at her.
"Let me guess. You just had to know," she breathes.
He inches his face closer to hers and his gaze ripples through to her very core, and she can hear him breathing and she can feel his breath and oh god he's going to have to back away before she fucks him in this very public building with very public windows.
But he stays right where he is.
"I've known for a very long time."
They look at each other again, communicating without words like they always do. She steals a glance at his lips as he keeps his eyes on her. She traces his eyebrow with her finger, slowly bringing it down to his top lip and following the curve there before stilling her movements.
"Harvey, take me home," she whispers, her thumb stroking his cheekbone. He shakes his head sadly, and slowly rubs his hand up and down on her back soothingly.
"I can't."
She closes her eyes at those softly spoken words and they reluctantly let go of each other. Not before his fingers gently skim the length of her forearm and before her fingernails lightly scrape his jaw.
"You need to talk to her." She phrases it as a question although she knows she doesn't need an answer.
"I do."
"And then you'll talk to me?"
"I will."
She gives him a sad smile, then turns and starts walking away, but just before she can get out of his reach, he gently catches her fingers with his and tugs her back to his chest. He smiles down at her and she giggles as they walk together to the elevator. He laces his fingers through hers, brings their arms over her head and loops his arm around her opposite shoulder, fingers still interlocking as he pulls her closer to him. Her head knocks into his chest on the walk to the lifts and she looks all giddy and happy and he's just lucky to have her in his arms. They stay like that in the elevator as they head back up to the offices. She feels his heart beating and his breathing slow as it adjusts to hers. His warmth spreads through her like wildfire and she wishes that they could stay like this forever.
They separate again for what feels like a lifetime, needing to collect their things from their respective offices. But his arm is back around her in no time, and her bag is in his hand and they make their way back down laughing and talking like they've been doing this forever.
They walk into the night with a newfound freedom. Harvey shucks his jacket off and wraps it around her shoulders. They stand in the evening air for a while and wait as he hails a cab for her and opens the door. Handing her her handbag, she smiles with her eyes, her heart and her whole being. He kisses her cheek and promises to see her soon. She goes to take off his jacket, but he tells her to keep it for tonight. That he'll come and get it later.
When the cab departs, he waves her off. Although the night is cold, all he can feel is her warmth still pressed up against him and that's all he needs. So he shoves his hands deep inside his pockets and walks away knowing tomorrow is going to be a different day.