Hey guys,
This was a quick whim story that just kinda fell together. I honestly had no idea where I was going with this yet here we are. I hope you enjoy, but if you don't, that's okay too. And please feel free to like, comment, subscribe, all that jazz.
(I called this 'Third' kind of to do with the plot, but also kind of to do with how this is my third story I've written PAHAHA)
But also, I just wanted to say, despite all the negative energy surrounding us in our current world today, please remember to be kind to one another.
All the love,
Gabby.
Three years into working with Harvey, Donna never would have thought that these annual dinners with him at the infamous Del Posto would be a highlight of each year. Sitting across from each other, they exchange looks, laughs and conversation as the evening slowly dwindles down, but one thing's for sure; their chemistry doesn't.
As the laughter does slowly die between them, they find themselves sharing a look. A different look to the ones they've been sharing all night, but not so different at all.
"Donna."
Donna raises her eyebrows at him and takes another sip of her wine.
"Harvey."
A topic comes to mind and deep down he knows he shouldn't bring it up, but he figures he's had enough wine flowing through his system and so has she…
So what the hell.
"You know, that night- the one we shared a few years ago." He lingers on the last syllable as if waiting for her to finish his sentence.
She sends him a warning glance then, and he feigns ignorance as he grins, knowing full well that every detail of that night is now occupying every crevice of her mind. "Harvey. I thought we agreed to not talk about- "
"I'm not talking about it. I'm mentioning it."
"Same difference."
"Not really," he says, taking another sip of his wine but keeping his eyes firmly on hers.
"I only wanted to ask you, Donna, what's the minimum amount of dates we have to go on before we get to sleep with each other?"
She chokes on her wine then, scoffing, then clearing her throat with a cough.
"Sorry?"
"The number of dates. What's the count?"
"Harvey, we are not sleeping together again!" She whispers hastily. Nerves suddenly rushing through her veins, she subconsciously reminds herself to calm down and to not give in, but he cocks his head to the side and gives her that tight lip smile and those raised eyebrows that make her pulse quicken and her legs shake and that reminder is completely thrown out the window.
"You know you want to." Harvey leans forward, propping his elbow on the table then, resting his chin on the palm of his hand gazing up at her with a mischievous look.
"What I want is none of your concern."
"Not if it concerns me."
She glares at him, he laughs and calls the waiter over to deliver the cheque.
"Let's get you home."
As they stand to leave, Harvey helps Donna shrug into her coat and they walk out of the restaurant, Donna's hand finding its way on Harvey's arm as it usually does at the end of these nights. Ray waits for them outside and Harvey opens the door for her before walking around and getting in through his side. Hardly any words are spoken between each other, but occasional glances from Ray are given from the rear-view mirror, the obvious tension thick in the air.
Pulling up outside Donna's building, Harvey is quick to unbuckle his seatbelt. "I'll walk her up, Ray. Won't be a sec."
As Donna opens her mouth to protest, he's out the car and at her side as her door swings wide open. Strutting into her building side by side, Harvey leans towards her just slightly so she can hear him more audibly.
"You're thinking about it."
"Shut up, Harvey."
"You didn't deny it."
"I am not thinking about it."
She was.
The corner of Harvey's mouth turns up as they make their way into the elevator, and he presses the button for the twelfth floor. As the elevator dings and the doors finally open, Donna steps out hurrying so far in front of Harvey that he has to keep his pace up to at least be in a 2-foot radius of her.
"Donna," he calls trying to keep up with her. She doesn't slow down at all.
Stopping at her door, she looks over her shoulder as she fumbles with her key and smiles at Harvey.
"You can go now, I'm all good."
He can't control the smirk he has now, completely grinning, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Donna can't open her door, and she's desperate to get inside. To put a barrier between them before she goes against her own rules, turns around, jumps him, surrendering herself completely to the man behind her.
But she drops the keys, mid-thought, in a frantic rush for the safety of closed doors.
"For God's sake," she whispers, bending down to pick it up, but before her hand can reach it, Harvey's hand is in front of her eyes, grabbing the keys quickly from the floor. A short breath escapes her as she suddenly feels the close proximity between them.
They both stand. She feels his breath on her neck suddenly as he stretches the hand with the key in front of her while his other hand finds itself on her waist.
"You dropped this," he murmurs. His nose touches her skin this time eliciting goosebumps all over as he skims the side of her neck with his lips and she closes her eyes at his touch.
"Harvey, please don't do this."
She says the words but doesn't mean them as she tilts her head back giving him more access to the points in her neck that will drive her crazy.
"Tell me to stop."
She turns around in his arms, palms gently pushing against his chest to force a bit of separation from him. Disappointment immediately washes over his face as this was obviously his cue to unwrap himself from her, turn around and go home. But she gazes into his eyes; dark with lust, and she's pretty sure she looks the exact same.
It's clear that that face is telling him to stay right where he is.
"Third," she breathes.
"What?"
"Third date. That's when."
He can't help but smile and his hands grip her waist harder.
"I've lost count either way."
His mouth meets hers fast, leaning into her hard as she knocks into the door with a soft thud. She moans and grabs his face forcing him closer this time. Running his tongue along the seam of her lips, she gladly parts giving him entry and he rolls it against her own. She sighs into him again and this time Harvey's fumbling with the keys in his hand, quickly inserting it and swiftly opening the door as they both stumble through the threshold.
Her hands push his coat off his shoulders as she shrugs out of hers, she tugs at the front of his collar pulling him towards her. In one short movement, his tie is on the ground and his top three buttons are undone. Pieces of clothing strewn across the hallway already as he backs her up against the painting at the end of the hall, lifts her so she's sitting on that small table and slides his tongue up her neck as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
"Ray," she groans as she feels his hands roaming around her breasts.
Harvey stops abruptly, looking taken aback for a second.
"You want him to-?"
Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him back, he finds himself devouring her neck once again.
"No, you idiot. He's downstairs," she pants as his teeth drag across her jawline.
"I sent him a text in the elevator," he mumbles. His hands find themselves unzipping her dress.
Thank God it isn't a tight one today.
He pushes it down with his palms as he slides his lips over hers again, taking no time to deepen it, leaving her moaning and groaning and pulling him closer.
Donna sighs as his lips lose connection with hers and she runs her hands through his hair as he leaves a wet trail on her chest.
"You knew this would happen didn't you."
He smirks.
"Intuition."
She rips off the rest of his shirt, throwing it down on the ground and hopping off the table, her dress falling to the floor with no problem. She pulls him closer by his belt as she quickly undoes it and in no time, his pants are around his ankles on the floor along with her bra, leaving him left in his boxers, and Donna in her underwear. He bends down, wraps his arms around her thighs and picks her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him instinctively as he roughly holds her against the wall in the hallway.
Kisses turn frenzy as she tugs at his hair and he bites her lip. He sucks hard at her neck, for sure leaving a mark. He presses into her harder, making sure she's secure against the wall and he loosens one of his hands and drags it down her side: her waist, thigh, and…
"Oh, God Harvey."
She's wet as hell and he groans at that fact as she pulls on his hair and he shoves the necessary fabric aside and plunges two fingers pumping slowly. His chest is pressed so firmly against hers, there isn't a millimetre of space between them anymore as she locks eyes with him while he inserts a third finger. Donna's head knocks back into the wall, her mouth wide open and her eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head.
She slightly slips down the wall though and his legs start shaking. Harvey moans in frustration having to disconnect from her as Donna sighs, forehead slumped against his shoulder so close to her first release of the night. But before she can dwell on it for longer, her back suddenly feels lighter and she's off the wall being carried to her bedroom, arms around his neck and his wrapped tightly around her waist.
He lowers her down on the bed, still wrapped around him. She hooks a finger in his boxers and catches his eye as she provocatively slides it off not wanting to waste any time, needing to be joined once again as quickly as possible. He kicks it off and onto the floor as he moves his hands down to peel that one last layer.
The urgency and desperation intermingle so strongly that her underwear is still hooked around her left ankle as he suddenly sinks himself deep inside her. She releases a deep and guttural moan from the back of her throat as she quickly flicks the piece of lingerie off and onto the floor with Harvey's boxers, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging just under his ass and toes curling up. They trade sighs, visions going blurry, senses heightened.
"Oh god."
Her nails scrape the skin of his back and he moans loudly into her neck as his hand travels up her thigh, stomach, chest, finally resting on her throat. He curls it around her neck gently as he leans back and meets his eyes with hers. One arm curling beneath her back, he begins moving, rocking back and forth. Slowly for a couple of seconds, but there's a dire need for a release and Harvey quickens his pace so fast he never thought it was possible.
Slightly tilting his pelvis, he hits her in that spot he only knows so well. As that happens, Donna's breath catches, and she forgets how to breathe as her nails dig into his back hard that he's sure she's drawn blood. His hand squeezes on her throat slightly and she gasps, but he removes it, inching its way down to her clit. His thumb rubbing on it in time with his thrusts and before he knows it, she's screaming his name over and over again. Her walls clench around him fast, and there's no warning as he starts falling with her seeing nothing but white and black and stars all around. He falls on top of her, heavy and spent, a significant amount of sweat between them.
Harvey grumbles into the darkness. This whole time they hadn't flicked a light switch or thrown back the covers, but there were pillows scattered all around them on the floor, at the foot of the bed, no knowledge of how they got there. He sighs and rolls off her, still keeping his arm around her waist as she reaches hers over to the nightstand, plucks a tissue out of the box and starts dabbing at the slight amount of blood that had spilled over his back.
"I really made a mark on you," Donna whispers in his ear, concern lacing her voice as she continues to wipe off the blood, turning her head slightly so they're now cheek-to-cheek.
"You really did," Harvey mumbles into her neck, slightly wincing in pain. Donna chucks the tissues back on the nightstand as she massages Harvey's scalp and back, hands roaming everywhere with the premonition of Harvey dozing off. He doesn't though, keeping his eyes open slightly, never taking them off her feeling every possible sensation of her hands roaming against his naked skin. He brings his face to hers then, smiling and he draws her to him, kissing her slowly, sensually. Mouths open, tongues exploring, they part after what seems like hours.
"Harvey…"
"Mhm?" He rolls on top of her again, kissing her cheek and neck and lips. Her hands find their way into his hair again as her expression saddens.
"I think you should go, Harvey…" she whispers. He pulls back for a minute, looking at her confused.
"Why?" Brushing the hair off her face, he inches closer to her feeling his breath against her mouth.
"We shouldn't've done this."
"Why? Because it would've been a mistake?" He asks.
"No."
"Do you think it was a mistake?"
"No."
"Donna, I'm just-," he places a kiss against her lips.
"Trying-," he kisses her chin.
"To enjoy your company," he finishes placing a kiss against her neck. She groans out of pleasure and frustration. After a few minutes, she tries a feeble attempt of pushing him off.
"Harvey, we can't go again!"
"And why not?"
She raises her eyebrows at him as he looks at her. "You'll have to wait for our next third date."
He laughs, finding that humorous as his hands trail down the familiar path on her body once again.
"Well let's think about this then, shall we." He makes his way down her body, kissing his way down as he gets to her torso.
"You brought me coffee yesterday, and then you drank it with me, so that counts as one." He leaves an open mouth kiss against her thigh. She sighs heavily. He looks up at her and she huffs at the separation.
"To think about it, you've brought me my coffee every single day, so that would make it about 5 years of you bringing me coffee, which is-," he pretends to think about this long and hard.
"Many, many days." Fingers suddenly start to wander where his mouth is, slowly gliding against her lips.
"Harvey."
"And then I bought you that bagel the other day," he places a long lick up her clit, and she grips the covers, knuckles turning white.
"And you bought me one two years ago," inserting another finger.
"And I presume all those counts as dates," he mumbles against her, but she's pretty sure she can't hear whatever he's saying, the buzzing in her ears growing increasingly.
"So that makes it around 300 dates, right? Give or take, and if you divide that all by three, that'll give us (add the six, carry the two), another hundred rounds to be exact."
She casts a glance at him, her mouth open panting uncontrollably, he smirks back up at her.
"You really are an idiot."
"I really am. But," he says lifting himself up to Donna's horror. "If you wanna wait until our next actual dinner date in three years, that's fine by me too."
Donna lifts her foot, unexpectedly slamming it on Harvey's shoulder so his face lands between her legs with a grunt.
"Get back down there, Specter."
He smirks back at her and dives right in.