He'd made sure to find out the exact dates from Louis, keep his evening empty and push any remaining work out of his mind. He'd deal with it tomorrow. Tonight? Was about her. His leading lady, Donna. He'd asked Ray to be ready and waiting half an hour before she was due to leave, just incase, and waited an extra fifteen minutes in the cold. He couldn't miss it, miss her, miss the chance to drive his best friend, his secretary, his compass..to her closing night. Miss the chance to make her feel like a global star, even though the reality was just a small off-broadway production, in a theatre tucked away between the hustle and bustle of New York City. To him it didn't matter. To him, she was Oscar worthy. In thirteen years Harvey had never missed one of her plays, not that she knew of course. The great Harvey Specter didn't watch off-broadway productions. In fact, the great Harvey Specter didn't even like broadway, let alone Shakespeare. But he liked- no, he loved Donna. So he would endure Shakespeare or Hairspray or whatever shitty rip off production he had to if it meant seeing her in action, seeing his star shine.
So there he was, waiting for his leading lady with a bouquet of flowers tucked behind his back. Admittedly, they weren't the prettiest bunch of flowers, he'd sort of just picked the colours he thought she would like, but he knew she would cherish them all the same. Place them in her dressing room amongst all the others and adore them just as equally. He'd told the puppy not to bother him tonight under any circumstances and Mike being the way he was, instantly teased Harvey for wanting to watch a play he didn't even like.
"Name me one production you've seen that WASN'T Donna related." God he hated that kid sometimes, his smug smile and crossed arms as he leant against his desk in a suit he wouldn't be able to afford it it wasn't for him. "See? You can't." He laughed, shaking his head down at the floor. "Imagine if word got out that Harvey Specter, New York's BEST closer, was completely and utterly whipped for his." He paused, a fake pout spreading across his face before pointing at Harvey. "How would you describe Donna, Harvey? Your friend, your secretary?….your lover?" He teased, the word lover being purred at him in a fake Spanish accent. "Your relationship is filled with so much desire and passion! So much fire in his heart that he follows her anywhere. That he MUST see her performance! Yet…there is so much tension and poise for her rule prevents him from declaring his everlasting love."
Harvey looked down at Mike, who was now kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and hands pulled into his chest. "Are you finished with whatever telenovela narration you've got going on here? Because I have somewhere to be." Mike laughed and got up as he walked out in a huff, calling after Harvey. "Just tell her already goddamnit !"
He'd been so caught up with his thoughts of the puppy that he didn't even see her until she was walking towards him. "What are you doing here?" She called out to him, snapping him back to reality. Despite his heart racing at the sight of her, her orange curls bouncing on her shoulders, the blue dress hugging her curves in all the right places and that keyhole giving him a teasing glimpse of the breasts he so longed to have between his lips, he managed to play it cool, pulling out the flowers from behind his back. "I'm here to deliver these."
"Who are those for?" He looked at her with a small tilt in his neck, so that's the game she wanted to play. "Who do you think they're for? For you." He paused, realising how quickly his true meaning could be seen by her and covered his tracks. "For your dressing room."
His heart raced as she looked at him, her hazel eyes warm with affection, appreciation and something else he couldn't quite read. "Thank you" she said softly, with a smile that was reserved only for him as he handed her the flowers. "Let's go" He grinned at her, opening the door for her the way she deserved, only to look up and see her face full of confusion and surprise.
'You're coming?" Donna asked slightly shocked. She hadn't expected him to even know, let alone bring her flowers and want to watch her perform. "You think I'm going to miss your closing night?" He quickly replied, as if him coming to her closing performances was something he had done for years. Which he had, she just didn't know. "I didn't know you were a Shakespeare fan?" She teased, causing him to lean closer and try not to get distracted by the scent that was so full of vanilla and yet so…Donna.
"I'm a Donna fan." He simply replied, truth seeping through in a low and husky tone. She simply smirked and stepped to get into the car, allowing him a chance to straighten his pants and take a quick glimpse at the way her dress hugged her ass so-. She turned to face him, causing his eyes to shoot up to hers and quickly swallow his thoughts away. She definitely noticed. He knew. She knew he knew and now he was caught with his dick in his hand. Metaphorically speaking anyway, in reality he'd like his dick to be in-
"You know Harvey you don't HAVE to do this, I know you got a lot going on with Mik-" He cut her off before she could finish. Closing the already short distance between him with his lips on hers, pouring all of his thoughts, dreams and sins into the kiss as he pressed her against the car. His hands were instantly on her hips, soft enough to make her feel wanted but firm enough to make her feel needed. Because she was, needed. By him. In every way possible. As his friend, to confide in. As his secretary, to keep his life running smoothly. But most importantly, as his leading lady, to love and hold in his arms whenever he deemed necessary. To put before anything and everything else in the world. To make scream in pleasure as he worshipped her in an endless string of kisses, touches and whispers. He needed her. And she needed him. They were like day and night, fire and water, Louis and prunies. They were synonymous. Harvey and Donna. One could not be without the other.
He pulled away, his chocolate eyes melting at the sight of seeing her so caught off guard, so speechless. He tucked a loose hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek as he brushed his lips against hers once more. This time softer, barely there. He stroked her side, looking at the woman he'd spent years adoring but never fully appreciating, his Cheshire smile spreading across his face.
'The only thing I got going on tonight is you."