Harvey was woken up by a glorious New York sunrise streaming in through the glass surrounding his bed. He turned over expecting to glimpse Donna's face, lighting up his world and causing everything around him to pale in comparison, instead finding a drawn and crumpled up sheet. He stumbled out of bed wearing only his boxers, effortlessly pulling off that look, and found her in the kitchen making them both coffee.

He walked up to her quietly from behind to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her neck, and caught her off guard.

"God, you scared me. Good thing I wasn't still pouring these coffees!"

"Sorry." Looking over her shoulder at the coffees, he kissed her softly on one cheek.

"Did you put vanilla in those? I haven't been to the store in a while. Pretty sure I'm out of it."

"I was just adding some as you decided to scare the living daylight out of me. I found it deep in the bowels of your kitchen. I can't guarantee it's in date. The use-by must've rubbed off. You really should go shopping, mister...!"

"I clearly have more important things to do." He pulled her around so that they were face-to-face.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" She raised an eyebrow at him as she'd said it.

"Like this..." Harvey kissed her much the same way she did back in her office about a year ago but, this time, the recipient was one Donna Paulsen who had wanted this for so long and neither of them needed to break away. This kiss went on for what felt like an entire morning to the two of them. And it would have, had they not had a little thing called work to worry about that same morning.

Finally, the bliss had to end. They'd broken away from each other, but Harvey's hands were still resting gently on either side of her face. He never wanted to let her go.

Donna was looking straight into those dreamy eyes she had to keep herself from getting lost in so often, and all she could think was - at last I don't have to try not to get lost in them. It feels good. This feels good. But they knew 'this' wouldn't come easy and they were both smart enough to realise that they needed to talk this through - fast.

"I know I'm irresistible but you know I make a good coffee, so we should drink these, right?"

Harvey kissed her on the forehead before releasing her of his touch. She smiled a new smile, one that said she'd be happy for that to happen more often, before turning back to the bench to grab their coffees. Harvey took his coffee from one of her outstretched hands. Heading for the couch, all he could think was this moment is better than anything I've ever dreamed of. So much better than that one dream that still stood out to him, where he waited for Donna to make them coffee and she walked in with them wearing only one of his shirts...

Sitting on his couch, curled up together - the epitome of comfort - with their vanilla-infused coffees, they tried to delay the dreaded moment as long as possible. She was wearing one of his old black t-shirts and a look that said, "what are we doing here?"

He didn't want to know what his face looked like because he knew he must've looked a bit afraid. Afraid that this could all come crashing down at any moment. She always said that if they became this she could no longer work with him. And the last part of that dream he'd thought about just before was feeling a little too real...

"I know I threw my rule out the window with Stephen - not that that worked out - but, Harvey, can we make this work? Us?"

"Donna - you're COO now. You're not my assistant. Louis is managing partner. Not Jessica. Neither of us has been seeing anyone for some time. I wonder why that is? For one, the firm is our life. And I don't know about you but, whenever I walk into my office each morning, I wonder when I'll get to see you. But when I do, it's always business. Or flirting. Or business. Or we fight over something stupid."

"Like David Fox...?" Silence. He picked up a strand of her hair that was hanging in her face & put it behind one of her ears. He looked her straight in the eyes, getting lost in their warmth and wondering how on earth he could tell her that nothing else mattered except that he, Harvey Reginald Specter, wanted to be with her - and anything that was stopping them could go straight to hell.

"My point is... I'm done pretending and avoiding and thinking of all the reasons that us being together would be a bad idea. I want more. And I know that's what you meant before you left me to go work for Louis. I just didn't want to risk losing what we had. You were right. But Donna..." He reached for the mug she was holding, taking it from her to place on the coffee table. Taking both her hands in his, gripping them tightly like he never wanted to let go, he looked her in the eyes and said calmly and simply, "We will make this work."

"And I want to make this work, Harvey. But, maybe we should keep this between the two of us for now. Until we figure it all out. I mean, the last thing we want is for Louis to find out and make work a living hell for us, now that he has all the power. God, what was I thinking?"

They both burst out laughing before cuddling up to each other to sit and enjoy the last few minutes they could spare before they had to get ready for work. For a few glee-filled minutes it was just Harvey and Donna in each other's arms and, as far as they were concerned, Zane Specter Litt Wheeler Williams and the rest of New York City didn't even exist. Nothing would ever come between them again. At least, that's what they thought...