Sorry about the small hiatus on this as I have been spending time updating my other Fic too (The Way It Should Be.) I hope you enjoy their date... review if you wish x

Chapter 13 - Harvey Specter Experience Part Two

As Ray drove out of midtown Manhattan, Donna's intrigue began to peak. Del Posto would have been the obvious choice, yet she had noticed they had been travelling in the opposite direction for at least fifteen minutes.

'Are we leaving Manhattan?' she enquired after finally giving in to the urge to ask.

Harvey smirked, his eyes creased playfully as he answered, 'Not exactly...' She could see the boyish grin that hadn't changed in the slightest and still did amazing things to her insides.

Before crossing Manhattan Bridge, Ray turned along the FDR expressway.

'Hmm, since when did you get all secretive? Things sure do change in a few years don't they?' she smiled, relaxing herself deeper into the seat.

In only a few minutes, Ray had taken the next exit and moments later pulled into a large parking bay next to a river jetty.

'Ok Specter, I hope you're not thinking about skinny dipping in the East River as this dress isn't coming off for anyone tonight...'

'Really?' He eyed the dress.

'Hey! Eyes on the face!' she swept her finger in a circular motion around her perfectly highlighted face. 'So, are you going to let me into this secret date location now?'

Ray opened Harvey's door first and allowed him to walk around and help Donna out himself.

'Well,' he said as he moved to the side so she could see, 'I think it's pretty obvious we're not skinny dipping.' He leaned in closer, 'Although, please feel free if the mood of the evening changes and you feel the need...' She dug her elbow gently into his side, she felt so comfortable with him, even after such a long time apart, it still felt normal. However, their normal seemed to be shifting some what if this date was anything to go by, as she caught sight of their apparent date venue.

The white boat's spotlights were fully lit and illuminating a red carpet, which was running the length of the gangway. She cast her eyes towards the boat and after registering that it was completely

empty, turned back to Harvey, who stood

expectantly next to her awaiting her response.

'Since when do you...?'

'Since I'm making a fresh start, I thought I'd make a fresh start with something I've never done on a date before...' his smile sincere as he held her arm, 'shall we?'

'Well, lead the way,' she brushed her hair back behind her ear, revealing a diamond cuff that caught the spotlights' reflections. Suddenly a feeling she couldn't recognise crept over her, as she walked with him towards the boat. Did she feel nervous? She thought. It was something which she never usually felt, but for some reason being here and being here with Harvey had started to sink in. What had happened in the last few days? How did I end up here within a few days of first seeing him? Her thoughts cascaded like a slight waterfall of doubt as she walked towards the staff who greeted them by the walkway up to the dimly lit deck. She tried to shake them off, as she studied the modern, sleek river yacht, which was usually reserved for events or parties. Do I really still know him? She looked over towards him as he smiled and he held out his hand to help her onboard.

'You ok?' He sensed her shift in attention.

She focused back on his face after thanking the man who had greeted them on to the boat.

'Yeah, just a bit...' she paused and looked around the deck. 'Wow, this is amazing Harvey. Thank you,' she desperately tried to swallow away the lump that was beginning to form in her throat. It had caught her in her moment of realisation of what was happening. The past few days were fuelled with a mixture of jet-lag, adrenaline and the excitement of seeing her friends back in the city, but this? This, she had not planned on. She wasn't even sure what she wanted. Yes, they'd opened up about how they felt, but surely they've changed in so many ways over the past few years? Her thoughts were interrupted again as they were led to the sheltered deck area at the stern of the boat where a small table laid for two sat perfectly inline with the city's skyline as its backdrop.

'Ok, this is not what I was expecting!' Her eyes trailed across the neatly laid table and then back up to meet Harvey's.

'I know, I think I've surpassed myself,' he smirked pulling out her chair.

'If I didn't know any better Specter, I'd be thinking that you came up with this all by yourself?'

He slid the chair back under so she could sit neatly to the table. As he pulled his own chair out, he turned and smiled, 'Believe it or not, I actually organised this entirely by myself,' he gestured slightly with his hand, referencing the boat. 'If I'd have gone to anyone else, it would have got back to Louis and then the whole evening wouldn't have gone as smoothly as I'd planned.'

'What? So no one knows that we're going out tonight?'

'Umm, no. I didn't have anyone I needed to tell and to tell you the truth, I just wanted this for myself... well, us.' His smile was genuine and it warmed her heart, feelings of doubt from earlier had began to drift away at the same time as the boat began to drift from its mooring.

'Oh, we're moving,' instinctively she held her hand on the side of the table.

'What? You think we were just going to stay moored up to Pier 17?' He laughed as he poured them some wine. 'Oh no Miss Paulsen, I told you this was going to be one hell of a date. I've got a lot of time to make up for...' His grin met his eyes which sparkled in return.

'Ok, hot shot. You got me, this is pretty damn good!' She picked her glass up and drew it to her lips, she felt his eyes on her every movement, every motion. As she sipped her wine, he sensed her intrigue to his wanderings.

'Sorry,' he began, 'I know the other night didn't get off to the best of starts, but I just wanted to say, thank you.'

'What for?' She flipped her head slightly anticipating his response.

'For finding me. Friend requesting me and giving me a chance to make up for being a total dick.' He laughed nervously as a server had appeared as if from no where to place down their food.

'You're not a total dick Harvey, you're just you.' She chuckled, 'Look, at first when I left, it was mainly because I was fired, and I didn't realise then, that Jessica was going to hire me back and that it was only temporary. Hell, I wanted to cut my ties with the place right then and there, but it took me less than a week to realise what I wanted in the first place.'

'Your dream?' He pressed his lips into a thin line, a look of forlorn crossing his face.

'Yes. The same one I told you about all those years ago in the bar when we first met. You understood then that acting was my first passion.'

'I know but, if there was anything in the world that could have taken me back in time I would have stopped the whole thing from happening in the first place.' He stopped and placed his fork down. 'But then I would have been an even bigger dick because I would have been stopping you from what you loved most.' He turned to face her. 'I'm so happy for you Donna, I heard all about your time in the West End. Louis always thought I didn't know, but I did. It was the only time I would actively listen in on one of his conversations; when he was talking about you and what you were doing. It was painful to listen to but at the same time, I was bursting with pride,' his smile had reached his eyes and Donna swore she could see a glistening of moisture rising under his lids.

Momentarily she couldn't respond, she couldn't find words fitting enough for how sweet and understanding he was being.

'It was one of the best things I've ever done,' she agreed, rising the glass to her lips another time.

'One of the best things? So there's more?' His grin earned him a chuckle in response.

'Really?' She mused, slowly spinning the glass in her hand so the wine swerved around the edges. 'You think pretty highly of yourself?'

'Well, I am pretty...'

'You're so incorrigible!' She leaned in to him, lowering her voice, 'So sailor, tell me, what have I missed out on with the great pretty Harvey Specter for the past few years...'

He let out a breath and leaned back.

'You don't really want to know that,' he raised his brow.

'Well, you could maybe fast forward through the Dana Scott parts, as we both know that story...'

As a surprise to her, he let out a laugh, 'You're definitely right there, we were and have always been one end of the same stick and could never meet in the middle. We were too alike. Yet you, you have never left me Donna. I don't mean that in a physical way, because you did,' he smiled.

'Haha,' she mock laughed.

'I meant, you. Your smile, your words, your advice and spirit never left me.'

'Goddamn it Harvey, I didn't die!' She nearly spat out her drink, 'I'm not a figment of your imagination, you know that right?' She laughed at him.

'Oh, you're definitely not imaginary,' his eyes darted down her body, landing on the low cut v neckline.

'Seriously?'

'What? Just checking you're alive.' He placed his hand jokily on her heart.

In that second, the immensity of his unexpected touch flew from her chest to every cell in her body, rendering them all immobile. She swallowed hard, not taking her eyes off his. The laughing stopped but the chemistry had never left them. It hadn't even left after four years.

'As I was going to say,' he moved closer to her, his nose just brushing the side of her cheek as he whispered in her ear. 'Thank you for coming back to me.'

'I knew I would one day,' she moved her lips to meet his and found the softness of them in return, sweeping along hers and making up for lost years but encouraging the new ones to be had. Goosebumps rose through her body as she felt his hand rise up through her hair and gently cup the back of her head as his kiss became more eager and deeper. After a few moments, if only to get air, they parted and kept their gaze, 'Ok, you've got me, you nailed the Harvey Specter Treatment...'

'Oh, there's a part two,' he pushed his chair back and held out his hand which she gracefully accepted and stood up to meet his height, only due to the four inch heels.

He led her slowly up the narrow, spiral staircase, which opened up on to the top of the deck. The night air was cool, but not unbearably, so he slipped his jacket off and draped it gently onto Donna's bare skin.

'Thanks,' she blinked, 'I've never seen the city from this direction before.' A thousand city lights sprawled out in front of them, a thousand lights framing their moment. 'It's beautiful,' she breathed as he slipped his hand slowly into hers.

'I know it is,' his gaze still on her as he tucked a stray piece of spiralled hair away from the side of her face following it with a brush of his thumb.

'Are you talking about the view or me?' She smiled not taking her eyes from the lights of Manhattan.

'What do you think?'

'Yeah, I'd agree with you, I think your view is pretty damn amazing...' she grinned and turned to face him, taking his other hand and letting him draw her towards him. His strong, muscular arms wrapping themselves around her, making her feel like she was now home.