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"Why isn't anyone dancing?" Laura asked, encouraging her friends to walk to the dance floor. Donna took Harvey's hand, the alcohol in her blood making her more impulsive than usual. "Let's dance" she said, dragging him to the middle of the room. Young and beautiful by Lana Del Rey was playing, and Donna put one hand on Harvey's shoulder, as her other held his. His hand went to her waist as he made the effort to keep a certain distance between them. He wasn't sure he could resist her, their proximity scaring him. Donna noticed the distance between them, feeling a bit disappointed. Without noticing, she did a small pout as she said: "Is this a flashback to kindergarten dance?", motioning to the space between them.

Harvey hated seeing her disappointed, but he wasn't in full control of himself and knew he wouldn't be able to resist her. He thought about an excuse, a joke or something witty to say, without sounding too weak. He finally decided to opt for the truth: "Donna, it's hard to…" he started, as she quickly stopped him: "I know" she whispered. She did know what he meant and she knew he was right to be cautious, despite how bad she wanted to be in his arms. It was typical of her, knowing exactly what he means without him needing to say it. It was exactly her ability to do so that made him feel at such ease around her. She was hands down the person who knew him most, even better than he knew himself. This feeling of comfort automatically made him hold her closer, his effort to keep a distance dissipating.

Her arm was now wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers playing with the hair on his neckline. His hand held her by the waist closely, resting on her lower back. "So, are you finally gonna come out and say it?" she asked, mimicking his words from twelve years ago. "Say what?" he retorted, knowing exactly where this was going. "You're into me" she whispered seductively into his ear. Oh he was, he knew he was, it became clearer every day. "Please, you're the one who couldn't resist kissing me earlier" he answered, ignoring the goose bumps on his skin from her breath on his ear. "It was barely a kiss and I was in character" she answered, as he teased her: "Yes you were", pretending not to believe her. She hit him lightly on the chest, before he spun her around and dragged her towards him, her head resting on his torso as his hand lingered dangerously lower than it was.

"Hands Specter" she warned him, her tone more accepting than she wanted. "You're too sexy" he shot back not moving his hand, her cheeks flushed with red from his words and the too many to count wine glasses. "I am" she said confidently, despite the rush she felt because of his words. "It's the going commando thing isn't it?" she teased, making his teeth grit. "It is the damn going commando thing. You're dangerous Paulsen" he agreed, making her smile. "It IS hard" she said, referring to his arousal. "Hew, not fair" he said, a bit ashamed. He thought she would take a step back, the rational Donna would. But fiery drunk Donna was a different one, and he was happy to be the only person around whom she lets her guards down. Her hand left his, wrapping around his neck, as both hands played with his hair, their eyes now locked.

Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Donna suddenly felt like the heroine in the romantic books she used to read when she had the time and energy. She looked into his brown eyes, feeling so much affection for this man, despite the ups and downs they've been through. As for Harvey, he kind of related to the men in romantic movies, and blamed Donna for making him watch so many chick flicks. Donna's hands climbed from his neckline to his hair, her fingers passing through his hair, making his eyes close. "Donnaa" he said, his cheek resting on the top of her hair. "Hmm" she said, her body resting on his, as his arms wrapped tighter around her. Her lips rested on his neck. The mere contact of her lips on his skin made him shiver, as he felt his heartbeat pump out of his chest.

Donna felt the room spinning, the silky contact of his hair on her fingers and his scent sending butterflies to her stomach. The feel of his skin on her lips reminded her of the other time, how she kissed every part of his body from his lips down. She then faced him, their faces inches apart. "Harvey, can you get me a drink?" Donna asked. "Donn, you've had too many" he tried to reason, although he knew it was probably why she was acting the way she was. "I don't care" she said. "You've got me, right?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes. "Always" he whispered, making her breathing hitched, his eyes reflecting the sincerity she loved. "Then can I please get a glass of wine?" she asked. "Yes m'am" he answered, "just wait for me here". Her body felt cold at the loss of contact of his fingers.

Harvey walked to the bar to get Donna and himself a drink, thinking about how amazing his night has been, and staring at the clock that read 11:15 pm. Donna looked around, staring at the crowd, when she heard an old familiar voice: "Donna Paulsen". She stopped dead in her spot, turning towards the source of the voice.

Harvey spotted Donna, walking towards her. Suddenly, he sees a man taking her hand and planting a kiss on it. He felt his blood boil, ready to beat the shit out of him. He then heard Laura, standing next to him: "Shit, Scott is here"

These words were enough to make Harvey's heart tighten, as he stared at a flustered Donna, wondering what his next move will be.

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-G