Chapter 16 - It's All About the Balls

'If I recall, you've always been impressive at handling my balls...' the husky deepness of his voice penetrated the office as he stepped through the doorway to the vision of Donna gently passing his MJ ball from hand to hand in a slow, rhythm.

'Shh, this is an office and someone could over hear and misunderstand that was eleven years ago...'

'Really? Cause, it feels more like ten and a half to me... Anyway, where's your mind at Paulsen? I was thinking about your ability of getting them signed for me. What were you talking about?' His devilish grin smothered his face as he ambled towards her, transfixed on her creamy legs, crossed as she perched herself on the edge of his window ledge.

'I was thinking, it's been a while since I've touched these...' She flipped it up in the air and snatched it back down with a simple catch.

'Fondle away,' he smirked as he pressed his hands into his pockets, 'Just be gentle.'

'As much as I'd love to do this all day,' She turned and placed the priceless basketball back on its stand over looking Manhattan. 'I've actually come to see when you want to finish what we started last night. Well, you know before our soap opera moment...'

As she turned back around, the proximity between them had narrowed considerably. His hands whipped out of his pockets and had taken their place upon her hips, pulling her towards him in one swoop where she expelled a short gasp of surprise.

'Har...' Before she could even respond, his lips were on hers, light at first, featherlike, brushing them over her top lip until she succumbed and pressed hers further towards him. Her hand came to rest along his cheek, while the other she planted firmly on the centre of his chest, just long enough to enjoy his taste before gently pushing him slightly away.

He hummed in pleasure as he kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds.

'I'm not sure how I've lived without doing that for so long,' he opened his eyes, still fixed on hers, his hand still pulling her close, very close, so she was flush and resting against his obvious groin.

She bit her bottom lip gently as she slid her fingertips subtly across her mouth, trying to prolong the tingling that his kiss had left.

'Harvey, seriously. We can't do this here,' she flicked her head around his shoulder towards the doorway.

'There's no one out there, Maddie's in the file room,' he smiled.

'It's strange,' she started.

'Ok. Not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, right after I've kissed you like that...'

She laughed and placed her hand reassuringly on his chest.

'Oh no, nothing strange about that,' she side stepped him and stood in the centre of his office. 'I meant this!' She opened her arms up to his office.

'Harvey. This was my home. That desk out there was a major part of my life, I meant it's strange that I'm here, but I'm not, if you get what I mean?'

'Ok...' Harvey looked worried. 'Do you not want to be here?' His dark, brown eyes searching her face.

'God no, I love it here, I've always felt at home here and it's strange that after four years, it stills feels like... home.'

His fingertips reached out to her hand and he wrapped them around it, pulling it up to him. 'You are home, you're with me,' he leant in towards her and placed his forehead on hers. 'And I'm never Goddamn letting you go again.'

'You do know I'm not working here though?' She laughed.

'Of course...' Harvey smiled, 'from what I've heard you're going to redesign the whole interior of New York City.' He pushed her hair gently back behind her ear and rubbed his thumb over her diamond earring that twinkled at him.

'Too right I am...' she grinned in response.

'And...' he grinned, 'If you want, you can start here...'

'Erm, what do you mean? Your office?' she looked around the familiar room.

'Well, as you've noticed it hasn't changed in all the years I've been in it. I want the Donna touch...'

'You do know you can have the Donna touch somewhere else too later...'

'I wouldn't say no to a personal consultation later at my place?' His lips crept around to her ear and whispered softly, 'And I'll even bring my balls with me too.'

'You do know it's all about the balls don't you?' She smiled, 'Their size, position and where you put them...' she breathed across his neck.

'Are you still talking about your interior design idea for my office?' His response was low and guttural, he felt the intensity of the metaphorical heat rising between them.

'Oh Harvey, you're going to be so impressed with my ball skills...'

He swallowed hard and his jaw tensed. 'I'm looking forward to it.'

NB: A shorter chapter as I wanted it to stand alone before the next chapter... I hope you enjoyed it. There's more to come, so stay tuned... review if you'd like. I know the years quote at the beginning is different to when it's said in 8:05 but it's the time frame of this story. Thank you so far everyone for your lovely reviews. Thanks Carebearmaxi for your supportive comments too. They all mean a lot and spur me on.