Hey all! Here's another delicious chapter for you to feast on. I hope it's ok, it's probably the first time I've had a good bash at a T/M rated chapter. Review if you care to share! Thank you and enjoy (hopefully!) I love this crazy pair.
Chapter 17 - I'm More Of An Ice Man Than A Maverick
He really couldn't remember the last time he had tried three consecutive shirts on, usually he knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. But the thought of the evening ahead of him, with Donna, it was throwing him well off his game. He knew she wouldn't care which shirt he had on. Of course she'd notice every detail, she's Donna; they all looked good, maybe he was just trying to put his mind elsewhere rather than getting carried away to what might happen that evening.
Ever since their earlier, double entendre conversation in his office that afternoon, his mind had been running wild with thoughts that he really should have shook off, especially in an important deposition and then in Jessica's office.
He laughed to himself as he checked his hair in the bathroom mirror, remembering the times she would touch it, just so, making him right. Only she could ever make him perfect, without her, he knew he wasn't. He could never lose her again.
Three small knocks at the door, brought him back around from images of the past. A nervous smile quickly glanced back at him from the mirror as he then made his way to the door.
'Hey,' Donna smiled as she resisted the temptation to glide straight past him and into his apartment like she had done so on many occasions in the past, but this time it felt different. She hovered in the doorway, hugging a white A4 folder to her body, which was so unlike her; she never held a guard up to herself before. Maybe it was because there may be no going back from tonight.
Transfixed on her face, radiating the warmest, reassuring smile, he realised he hadn't welcomed her in.
'Come in, come in,' he held the door wider and stepped aside. 'I don't think I've ever said that before...' he laughed, closing the door gently behind her.
'Well, it was the right of your assistant to not wait to be asked, and as I no longer work for you... well.' She smirked, as she slipped her navy blazer from her shoulders and held it over her arm. 'I see you've done a lot with this place?' She cast her gaze around his apartment, it hadn't changed in four years. Even down to the position of his fruit bowl; she laughed that she had even noticed that small intricate detail.
'You know I don't like change...' he took her jacket from her arm and placed it on the hooks by the door. 'And, now I have you back, everything is just as it should be.' He took her wrist gently and pulled her flush to him in one swoop, a small squeak of unexpected excitement escaped her lips, right before he covered and caressed them with his. He couldn't wait a minute longer, he had been imagining the taste of her lips and mouth on him again ever since their afternoon in his office.
She let him explore and tease her mouth, opening slightly to feel the wanting pressure of his tongue waiting to take her further. Hot breath colliding as in one step, Harvey had grabbed his arm and hand around her waist and pulled her in closer towards his body. He was emerged in the feeling of not ever wanting to let her go.
Donna brought her hands and fingers up to his cheek, sensing exactly his thoughts, both never wanting to leave each other again. Reluctantly she parted her lips from his, instantly missing the connection and their warmth. She took a deep breath to steady her breathing and to take in his face, his endless dark eyes, fixated on hers.
'I'm not going anywhere,' she placed another quick kiss on his, following that with small, lighter kisses until she finished her thought, 'And I'm definitely not going anywhere tonight...'
'Oh, you will be going places,' his grin and outward ego set a fire burning in her lower body. She knew he wasn't kidding, if the last time was anything to go by. The thought of it hit her spot causing a tidal wave of arousal through her body, she held back, finding an ounce of strength not to let him take her there and then so she could feel every inch of him.
'As much as I'd love to go there right now, I have actually brought these along. Remember? As promised,' she picked up the folder which had been discarded on the wooden floor in the middle of their last kiss, 'Your design plans? Your office?'
His mind was well and truly in other places, particularly in other places he wanted to be later on.
He shook his head with a chuckle, 'If that's how you want to play it,' his lips pursed and curled, 'how about I get us some drinks?' He led her through to the living area, his hands delicately brushing the top of her shoulder, his heart pounded as he resisted pulling her back around to feel her lips again, he had missed their warmth within the last minute. As she walked over to the couch and he made his way to the drinks table, his hand lingered and smoothed down her spine, sending a shockwave through her body which halted her in an instant. She flicked her head around to meet his gaze, 'Make it a large one,' she raised her brows with as much seductive enthusiasm as she could muster as she sat on the couch and placed her folder in front of her on the glass coffee table.
Harvey splashed the amber liquid generously into two short precision cut glasses and picked them up with his finger tips hovering over the top. He walked over to where she had positioned herself at one end of the couch, leaving enough room for him.
He handed her the glass and positioned himself close to her. Their thighs brushing, his hand gliding slowly around her back, feeling the soft silk fabric of her top as he peered over with interest towards her folder.
'So, what do you have in store to remodel me with?' He wiggled his eyebrows as he sipped his drink.
'I could never remodel you...' she smiled up at him leaning in to kiss him, then stopping abruptly and pulling slightly back, 'your ego could never take my suggestions,' she laughed as she turned back away and flipped the white folder open with an enthusiastic flair.
'My what?' His grin as wide as his mouth could allow, 'You're telling me I have an ego? Since when?'
She gathered his sarcasm and decided to brush over it, as his dark-eyed, lingering look could escalate this conversation. Leaving the hours she'd spent that afternoon wasted, as she would be in his bed, tangled in his limbs and feeling every feel she was immersed in, just like the other time.
She shook the tempting thoughts off for now and cleared her throat, bringing her around to what she wanted to show him. He sensed her need to get to the point so zoned into her.
'Ok, shoot,' he instructed as he tilted his glass towards her work.
'First of all, you do realise I've wanted to do this since the first time we moved to that office don't you?'
'Really? What was wrong with what I had? In fact, you were the one who said my couch suited me and the colour bought out the power in my eyes...' he laughed.
'Harvey, Harvey, Harvey, when will you learn?' She shook her head, letting her loose shiny waves bounce across her chest.
'Look, this is pretty much like the layout and design you have now, but I was thinking, it needs more of a...' she looked upwards to an invisible spot for a moment searching for the right phrasing, 'West End chic...' her smile beamed at him realising her perfect phrase.
He found her eyes, the emerald pools alight in front of him. He loved her enthusiasm, her passion. He loved her.
'Excuse me?' He half laughed, half coughed. 'This is Manhattan last time I checked...'
She let her head fall to one side, slightly exasperated that she needs to explain what she means.
'My last five clients in London Harvey, were based in the City. I helped design the interior of a new floor of offices in Canary Wharf, trust me, I know what I'm doing.'
'Donna, you know I trust you. I always have. Actually...' he pulled the design sheets across the table towards him and placed his glass down. 'You know what, this does look pretty damn good Donna, but you do know what's going to happen don't you?'
'What's that?' She smiled, glad that he liked her ideas and glad that the Macallan had warmed her body, calming nerves she didn't realise were there.
'Louis is going to want in on this. As soon as he gets wind of you doing this for me, he'll be on it like mud baths in Cartagena.'
She smiled, 'Well, I was kinda hoping that would be the case,' she smiled, studying his face, while wondering how long it would take him to register what she was saying.
'Really? You wouldn't mind working on an office design with him? We are talking about Louis here aren't we?' He looked perplexed, yet somewhat amused by her comment. 'You do realise this is the same Louis who managed to get one of the office cleaning ladies fired because she hoovered diagonal lines along his office carpet and not vertical?'
'Oh Harvey, do I need to spell it out for you? Considering your notability to detail, your ability to grasp what I'm trying to suggest is somewhat not up on par...' she smiled and placed her hand on his cheek, bringing her mouth close to his. He succumbed to her hot breath and couldn't focus on a response so let her do what she's planning. Her lips brush slowly across his top lip, tugging slightly to elicit a response from him, to pull him from his Donna-haze. His hand took the hint and glided swiftly up into her hair holding the back of her neck, gently, yet just strong enough to pull her closer, forcing his lips on hers. Deepening and penetrating against her, his mind beginning to swirl and collapse against the need to have her close. Closer than ever.
She pulls away, immediately still needing the contact so placed her forehead tenderly against his, her eyes still closed as she controlled her breathing.
'Don't you see? I plan on staying around the office Harvey. I miss you. I've missed you. For four years.' As soon as the admission left her Harvey-tasting lips, a tear made its exit right on cue, as she tired to blink it away, not wanting to let down that vulnerable side of her. He immediately swiped it away in a caress so tender she hardly felt it. She lifted her hooded eyes to meet his.
'Having you back in my life is a gift in itself. Having you back at the office is something that only happened in my dreams for those years. The fact that you're going to be there, doing something that I know damn well that you're amazing at and something you love so much fills me with pride.'
'Harvey. The something I love is you. Everything else is just an added bonus.'
'I'd never go back Donna you know that don't you?' His voice soft, his jaw tensed, 'We've been through so much, and it's taken this long and it's taken so much time apart, for me to Goddamn realise how much...' he paused and placed a chaste kiss on her awaiting lips, followed with, 'I' another kiss, 'Love', a longer kiss, 'You.' Their eyes now aligned, mirroring the love they declared and the realisation that they can no longer live without each other. An instant shared connection, knowing what the other was thinking and feeling.
She couldn't resist him any longer, how the hell she'd sat next to him for the past twenty minutes she didn't know, but all she wanted to do was feel him. Feel him everywhere on her body.
Within a second, his hand bunches up her hair, pulling her in, crashing his lips to hers, both meeting with paralleled force, a sensual tug of war where there's no winner, just the two of them in tune to what they both want. Harvey moved his lips from hers for an instant, taking them down her jawline, around the front of her neck as she allowed her head to fall back to enjoy every feel he sent through her body with just his lips. His hands. His hands were setting every inch of her body on fire. They began to smooth, glide, caress her back, her rib cage, her thighs. She couldn't keep track on where he was, each bodily receptor confused between need and lust. She found her fingers gliding up through his hair, the feeling of him allowing her free reign over him began to ignite her want for him even more. In a flurry of buttons being undone, zips being pulled tantalisingly down and clothes beginning to be discarded, Donna's clarity kicked in, against his unwillingness, she pulled away, a look of want and desire etched across her face as she fixed her gaze on his aroused eyes.
Between the semi dressed state and frantic kissing, grabbing and greed, she'd ended up with both her thighs either side of his. His need for her now very evident pressing into her inside leg, so close to where she needed...wanted it to be. The thought caught a breath in her throat, 'Hey Harvey,' she purred as she recovered from loosing her breath momentarily, 'Take me to bed, or loose me forever...'
He let out a short chuckle as he also caught his breath.
'You know me too well,' he hissed as he then grabbed her ass, lifted her up and carried her towards his bed in the adjoining room. 'Who knew a movie quote could mean so much?' She mumbled into his neck, appreciating his strong arms wrapped around her. Holding her safe.
He laid her down, now half dressed in only her skinny jeans and white laced bra, taking a moment to gather her, lying in a place he'd only dreamed she would be.
Moving down to kiss her again, his lips already missing that contact, starting at her lips, moving down to her neck, her chest - where they lingered around the lacy edge still enclosing her breasts. Her body instinctively arched, pushing her chest up, needing more. Before she knew it, his hand had flicked the clasp behind her and he was now rolling her straps done to the bottom of her arms, slowly pulling her bra away - taking just another barrier away between them. His mouth, like a magnet, was drawn to each nipple, sucking, flicking, pulling. He began to realise he couldn't last long after feeling the taste of her skin again, feeling the hardness of her nipples in his mouth for him.
Donna's eyes struggled to open, each touch, kiss and tug forced her into submission, a sixth sense of feeling everything. Something she'd only ever experienced one time before; something she remembered every time another man never made her feel the way he did.
In no time, every piece of clothing had been removed and had now released them both to each other.
His eager hand now able to explore every part of her smooth, cream body. His fingers drawing circles up her thigh towards where she needed them to be. She needed him. He nuzzled into her neck, taking in the sweet smell of her familiar Marc Jacobs, a scent that clouded his head and filled his mind with her. He needed her. And with that thought, his fingers found where she desired him at that moment. His thumb finding the exact spot it needed to be. She let out a moan, forcing him to press harder, slipping in his fingers to feel her again. He steadied himself, taking a breath and gently kissing her, their eyes locked.
'No one, could ever make me feel this way,' he brushed a stray hair from her face with his spare hand, while the other was still gently exploring between her legs. 'It's always been you.'
'Shhh,' she smiled and placed a finger up to his lips, 'Keep going.' He could feel her squeeze herself around his fingers, edging him on further.
As his finger glided more exquisitely, her breaths began to grow louder, rippling into moans, like waves of pleasure floating from her mouth.
He stopped and gained her focus again, mirroring each breath she took, feeling her warm body underneath him. He wanted to be closer to her, to see, feel and hear her come beneath him.
'Harvey, please,' she'd never beg, but for him, she let her guard down. She needed him more than anything. He brushed his kiss over hers, dragging his tongue along her bottom lip, their tongues forcefully playing, teasing, touching.
'God Donna,' he had moved his frantic kissing and pulling down to her breasts again, enjoying the feel of having her to himself, breaking down their barrier which had held them apart for far too long.
She felt his desire and need for her pressing deliciously along her centre, she caught her breath.
'Do we need to use...' his breath deep. She heard a slight tremor, a slight hitch in his voice. She suddenly saw a side to him she'd never seen before, he seemed nervous.
She pressed her hand to his face, drawing her soft thumb along his cheekbone, then tickled her fingers gently back around his ear, pulling him slightly closer. 'No Harvey, I want to feel you.'
The kiss that followed was the most intensely slow and love-filled meeting their lips had made since they had met. Every part of their bodies hypersensitive, feeling every curve, every pulse point, every hardened desire.
She arched herself up to meet him, her legs encapsulating his body as he slipped himself in, so perfectly filling her, she felt an instant fullness. It felt like a piece of her that had fitted so perfectly in the past had now been returned. This time she knew she would have this feeling forever.
And with that thought, she pulled herself around him, enjoying the feeling of him inside her, her hips moving up to met his, encouraging him to explore her deeper.
'God, I love you. I love you in every way,' his head fell into the warm crook of her neck as he began to move deeper inside her, pulling back out so she could feel his length slowly plunging back inside. His thumb tracing the edges of her hardened nipple, sending shivers through her body, meeting the growing fusion between her legs.
His perfect grinding of his hips on her and him pushing himself into her at the same time just hitting the exact spot. The spot, which was not so long ago, was fully on the edge of exploding against Harvey's incredulous fingers. Now his length was completely taking over her insides, she felt every inch of him sliding along her. His hands were wrapped around each of her hips; he angled them up and moved himself deeper, hitting harder and sending a final thrust that hit her and sent her spinning over the edge and releasing herself under him. His hand grasping and grabbing at her right breast, the other supporting his weight above her, as he continued to thrust inside her until she let out an appreciative groan and threw her head back in to the pillow.
The sight of her beauty laying in front of him, completely open to him, sent fire down his body, back into his hips. He waited for her ride the waves he had created through her body and, as he couldn't hold back any longer, he kissed her hard, with every ounce of his being. She knew what he needed, so pressed her hips up towards him, nudging him to go, gripping his toned, muscular back with her burgundy manicured nails.
She let out an expel of breath as he pulled himself out and pushed in again, this time increasing the pace, depth and force. God she needed him to do that, to let himself go inside her. He gripped on to the bedsheet with his hand as he set a faster pace, his hips pushing themselves harder and harder into hers. He could feel her nails pressing sharply into his skin, tipping him over the edge. With a slight heavy groan, his head fell against hers as he flowed into her, pushing himself deeper, wanting to fill her. Needing to.
As he rested his head further down on her chest, the echoing beat of her heart calmed him. They stayed still and in each other's heart beat rhythms, noticing that they were in sync, in the same rhythm.
'Hey,' he lifted his head and placed a chaste kiss on her pink, swollen lips.
'Hey back,' she smiled, echoing their first words shared on Facebook.
One Friend Request. One message. One hell of an evening.
'Well,' Donna smiled as they parted and lay towards each other, 'You're definitely not going to lose me forever now Maverick.' She purred, referring back to her previous Top Gun reference.
'Hell no,' he kissed her gently, 'but to be honest, I see myself more of an Ice Man.'
Donna's confusion made him laugh. 'He won the trophy. Now I've won my own trophy.'
'Hey,' she gently pushed his shoulder back, 'You see me as a trophy?' Her eyebrow raised.
'Goddamn right you are,' he teasingly pushed her back onto the bedsheet, climbed on top and crashed his lips down to hers. It was going to be a long night.