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"We're in a church!"

"I don't remember suitable locations being a problem last time..." He smirked.

"That was 13 years ago." She uttered, a small smile gracing her features.

"Too soon?" He quipped playfully.

"You're an idiot." She slipped out of his grasp with a gentle laugh, walking away.

He caught her wrist immediately, frowning, "Where are you going?"

"To get our things and call Ray, unless you want to stay here alone?" Her step didn't falter, and she swayed her hips as she moved across the ballroom, not needing to turn around to know that he was following her like she was his first crush.

They entered the town car like giggling teenagers, and though they were blaming their behaviour on the alcohol, they both knew that the effect of the other was more intoxicating than the spirits that they had consumed.

"Miss Paulsen." Ray greeted, a knowing smile on his face.

"Ray." She nodded, laughing softly as Harvey's hand found hers and he pulled her closer.

"Where to, Mr Specter?"

Harvey glanced over at the redhead and, seeing her dark eyes, rattled off her address on an instinct he hadn't given himself the chance to pursue in twelve and a half years.

The short ride to her apartment was filled with heated glances (and warning ones from Donna when his hand lingered a little too high on her thigh for a little too long), teasing touches and more anticipation than either one knew what to do with. Ray pulled over soon enough, turning off the engine and settling down to wait for his boss when Harvey's voice spoke, "Take the rest of the night, Ray. I'll see you Monday."

Ray thanked the pair and said goodnight, and Donna only commented on his statement when the dark car was almost out of sight.

"That was a bit presumptuous, don't you think?" She smirked, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she walked towards her apartment building.

"I think I presumed just right." He replied, sliding an arm around her waist, "Besides, I never said that I wasn't going home tonight, just that Ray wasn't taking me."

"It may not be what you said, but we both know that it's what you meant, Mr Specter." She raised an eyebrow as they ascended the stairs to apartment 206.

"I plead the fifth." He winked, leaning against her doorframe as he waited for her to unlock the door.

"Okay, I may not be a lawyer, but even I know that 'pleading the fifth' does not work in this scenario." She turned to him, stepping closer as she awaited his response.

"Donna?" He said frustratedly, "Just open the goddamn door."

"And why would I do that? I'm not one for one night stands." She spoke teasingly, yet she was more desperate for reassurance than she let herself admit.

"I thought we'd been married for the last thirteen years?"

She tilted her head, waiting for a real answer.

"I'm in this, okay?" He moved closer, expectation filling every feature as he uttered, "Now what are we waiting for?"

She ran her hands over his lapels as she bit back a smile, "For you to figure out that it's time to come inside."

Donna let out a surprised laugh as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him as he muttered, "You, Donna Paulsen, will be the death of me." And kicked the door shut.

Donna woke late, lips curving upwards as she thought of the night before, though the smile quickly fell from her features as she looked across to see an empty bed. Her mind immediately led her to the idea that he had left, though she quickly shut down that voice, having faith that he wouldn't hurt her like that again. She swallowed back her nervousness, slipping on a robe and then venturing into the kitchen. Her eyes softened as she saw him leaning against her kitchen counter.

"Can you really not figure out how to use my coffee machine?" She smiled teasingly, trying not to show that the sight of a barely awake Harvey Specter standing in her kitchen was leaving her damn near breathless.

"It's not my fault that you use a coffee maker from last century!"

She rolled her eyes, "If you paid me more, I could get a new one."

"You're getting paid a partner's salary."

"Your point?" She raises an eyebrow as she handed him the mug, but he only smiled and followed her into the living room, sitting opposite her on the couch.

"So." He started, hands playing with his cup.

"So." She replied, fighting every instinct to cave and let him get away with saying nothing.

"About last night." He spoke uncomfortably.

"Yes?"

"You're really not gonna help me out at all here, are you?"

"Nope." She popped the p, hiding her smile behind the rim of her coffee mug.

"We can't go back."

"No, we can't."

"I don't regret it." He tried.

"Me either." She didn't try to hide her smile this time.

She takes pity on him then, saying quietly, "What do you want to do now?"

He only raises his eyebrows, a Cheshire Cat smile on his face as his eyes imply a crude answer, trying to lighten the mood.

"In terms of what you want us to be, not... that."

He took a breath, glancing cautiously towards her before sighing, "I meant what I said last night. I'm in this, Donna, whatever this ends up being."

"Okay." She looked up at him, a smile lighting her face.

"Okay." Then, after a beat, "So what now?" He asked, shuffling closer to her as he saw her eyes brighten.

"Rules." She said boldly, simultaneously grabbing a notepad and pen from the desk and pushing Harvey back to his end of the sofa with her foot.

"Like, rules of play?" He pouted, slightly annoyed that she wouldn't let him have his way with her yet.

"No, Harvey, this isn't baseball or something. It's for how we need to act at work, since we're breaking the rule."

"Can't we just, I don't know, figure it out as we go along?"

"If we're keeping it a secret then we need ground rules."

"Keep it secret?" He questioned, taking hold of her wrist to still her writing.

She sighed, "If people know, it won't just change things for us. People will use us against each other at work, for one."

"They already do." He shot back.

"Harvey. It will change how other firms look at ours, not to mention the rumours about how I got my promotion."

"You deserve to be COO, Donna." He stated.

"We know that, but other people won't." She took his hand gently, "You know I'm right. And it's not forever."

"Okay." He said begrudgingly, pulling her to him, "Set some goddamn rules."