Sorry this was a little long... hope you enjoy!

As they pulled into the Plaza Hotel, Harvey looked at Donna and smiled.

"You ready?"

"I've been ready for this my whole life."

Ray opened the door, and they stepped out, hand in hand. Luckily, they weren't celebrities, so they weren't bombarded by the media or anything, so Donna rejoiced in the fact that they were still holding hands because Harvey wanted them to. They made their way up to Ballroom A, and as the elevator opened and threw them into the midst of other Harvard Law School graduates, Harvey untangled his fingers with hers. She gasped at the loss of heat from his palm, but felt it soon after resting on the small of her back. She immediately lit up with her dazzling smile and mentally began to act as if she were, in fact, Harvey Specter's charming and gorgeous wife.

As they walked, Harvey couldn't help but notice that the entire room was staring at the most gorgeous couple on Earth walk towards the event. As he kept his hand on her back, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You really do look beautiful tonight, Donna." and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

By this point, Donna had believed Harvey had taken it a little far and was convinced this was for the people to see so she just smiled lovingly back at him and squeezed his ass lightly.

"And you really look quite yummy yourself," she whispered back

Did she really just do that!? Harvey's head was screaming, trying not to process what this woman had just done, otherwise he was going to lose it and take her against the nearest wall. She was really going to be the death of him if she kept this up.

After an hour of mingling, Donna and Harvey had charmed almost everyone in the room. They had received hundreds of invitations to go on double-dates, as well as envious glares from previous couples as they saw a Louis look-alike. But soon the fun and games was over, as Harvey finally met his match: Henry Ebenmeyer.

"Harvey!" exclaimed the old stranger as he saw the couple.

"Henry, ya old scumbag, how are you doing?" The two exchanged a hug as Donna did her Manhattan one-over on the guy.

She had to admit, he was pretty good-looking; he might even surpass Harvey in the looks department. He also had a distinctive jawline but was definitely much more well-built than Harvey. He was also a little bit taller, and Donna could see traces of European descent in him, probably German. But when she caught eye contact with him, he was rooted to the spot. The most striking color of blue met hers, and she was overwhelmed as he smiled, showing his white, perfect teeth. If Harvey was a 10, Donna had no problem arguing that Henry was probably an 11.

"Ahem. Donna. This is Henry." Harvey interrupted her thoughts. She also noticed how his hand had gone from behind her back to protectively around her waist.

"Hi, Henry. Nice to meet you. Olivia, Olivia Specter." They had both decided to go with that name because everyone in the lawyer world knew Donna was Harvey's secretary, but despite her vast network no one actually really knew what she looked like.

"Wow, Harvey. I have to admit, you do have a smoking hot wife."

"That he does," she responded, slapping his butt again as she winked at Henry.

Harvey gritted his teeth for self control. Seriously, this woman... but soon he spoke.

"Where's your wife and kids?"

"Over there. Hey, Maria!"

A tall and skinny woman with three boys came over. They were all dressed to the nines, in little tuxedos, and had all inherited their father's eyes. The whole entourage looked as good as David Beckham and his whole family. Donna could tell Maria was a model, and was jealous of her figure but proud to say that she herself had better curves. But still, for a woman who gave birth to three kids, she looked really good. In fact, almost too good...

They shook hands and exchanged greetings. All was going well until the natural competitiveness between the two resurfaced once again. Henry smiled and made a remark,

"Sorry to say, Specter, but I almost don't believe you. Your wife's a solid 10 and you, well, you were and I still hear that you're kind of a dick. How'd you get her, did you win a case for her? Woo her with your lawyer talk?" His family laughed and giggled.

Whatever attraction Donna had for the man plummeted. What derogatory terms. But he kept going on.

"Why don't you give her a kiss- so I know you're not faking it?"

They both froze, but only for a moment because they knew Ebenmeyer would catch on.

Donna's heart was pumping yet again. She wouldn't mind if they kissed, but then again, her dam of emotions might be set free...

Harvey's mind was racing. He refused to do such a thing because that kiss could certainly lead to more, but he couldn't lose. He reminded himself that there were 146 ways to escape someone if they had a gun pointed to your head...

"I don't really see the necessity. Geez, Ebenmeyer, I thought you were a lawyer, not Judge Judy."

Donna snickered. Good one, Harvey. His hand squeezed her waist, as if he got her telepathic message.

Before Ebenmeyer could question them any more, the dancing part of the night started. "Crazy in Love" by Beyonce had started playing over the loudspeakers, and people were starting to approach the dance floor like flies toward a light.

"Oooh, Harvey, you know I love this song. Can we go dance, please?" Donna pressed against him, making sure to show her incredible ass to the staring Henry Ebenmeyer.

"Yeah, I remember. Let's go. Bye, Henry." Harvey replied, as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Henry was still starstruck by what he just saw, covered in gold sequins.

His wife had to slap his head and mutter "Pervert" before he looked up, only to have his jaw drop. There she was, Harvey's wife, her back against his front, grinding up against him like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't even the one being grinded on, but even then he could feel his blood rush to this nether regions.

Slowly, more people inched on to the dance floor. It was surprising that Harvard graduates would be doing such provocative moves, but hey, everyone had an inner wild side.

If anyone saw from the outside, Harvey and Donna had done this many times before. Their hips were moving at the same time, and both looked like they were enjoying it. At the same time, one could see Harvey lean down to kiss her ear, but in reality, he was whispering,

"Donna! What are you doing?"

"What, you think I take yoga to stay fit? If you look discreetly, Henry looks like a truck just ran over his foot. It's working. Now stop being such a prude and put your hand on my waist. But your hip motion is good."

Harvey swallowed. Little did she know he actually knew how to dance, he had taken a course for General Education during his undergrad years. But if she kept going this far, there was going to be a bigger problem, in his pants. On the other hand, if she was willing to take it this far, so was he. He pulled her closer, so that they were touching in every aspect. Both of them had to keep a moan from the contact. They danced like that as the songs kept playing and playing, Donna's move evolving to her shimmying up and down against his body.

Before Harvey was actually going to lose it, a slow song, "A Thousand Years", began to play. Now Harvey's problem was already very evident, but if they were to dance in such close quarters now front-to-front, Donna would know about it as well for sure. So when she turned around and smiled, he put his hands on his shoulders so they could keep some space.

Donna was appalled. "What are we, Harvey, middle-schoolers? Have you never danced like this with other women?" She didn't understand why he was dancing so far away. If it was to ensure that nothing would happen between them, she was ready to slap him in FRONT of Ebenmeyer.

"No, Donna, just- trust me." He was heartbroken with the fact that she thought he didn't want this, but he really just couldn't explain his situation without completely embarrassing himself.

She looked at him sternly and let it go. Perhaps it was for the best. Over to the side, she saw Henry sucking face with his wife Maria.

"Hey, Harvey, look over there at those aliens exchanging information."

He chuckled. "Oh, god. Gross. He used to do that with a different girl every day in front of the library."

She smiled. "Ew.."

They fell into comfortable silence again, although awkwardly very apart.

Donna continued, "You know I never made it to my senior prom? My dad lost all our money when I was 13 and nobody asked me, so I couldn't go."

Harvey's heart went out to her. It occurred to him he didn't know much about Donna before their time at the DA's office. He made a mental note that he would try to learn more. But in the meantime, he would make it up to her, her lost senior prom.

With a deep silent breath he pulled in her in gently and wound his arms around her waist and she naturally looped her hands around his neck. Her head rested on his shoulder and at that moment, Donna felt complete. With Harvey hugging her she felt excited, safe, and most of all, happy. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Harvey, at the same time, was looking towards the ceiling embracing the moment.

"I've loved you for a thousand years.. I'll love you for a thousand more,"

"Hey, Donna. I haven't loved you for a thousand years, but does eight count?"

They both chortled.

"Of course, Harvey. And I'll love you for eight more."

They were now looking into each other's eyes, foreheads touching. Their lips were just inches apart, desperately waiting for the other's to touch.

"Donna," he breathed, voice low and heavy with desire.

"Harvey... why couldn't you just kiss me back there? We've done much worse."

"I couldn't. Not there. Not like that."

"Then never?" The song was ending, and Donna started pulling away, tears forming in her eyes. She now realized there was a part of her that said yes to this stupid thing in the first place. She wanted them to happen, and thought tonight could be their one and only chance. Donna was a strong woman, but she had also built a way for only Harvey to tear down the walls she had so carefully built. Now she just felt stupid, and turned around to walk away.

Wait, Donna, no, that's not what I meant, raced Harvey's mind as he saw Donna completely change emotions. He meant that when he kissed her he wanted it to be real, not for some show, but didn't know the words to tell her that. As she walked away from him, he thought any moment couldn't be more real than now, so he pulled her arm back, used his other arm to cup her face, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and landed his lips on hers. He tried to pour in all the years of emotions and passion he had built for them, as well as a "I'm sorry we're so fucked up" apology into it. After the initial shock, Harvey was relieved to see Donna responding with the same urgency and fervor.

After several seconds of them "communicating, Harvey leaned in for one last kiss, a soft and gentle one, an indication that this was beyond affection for Olivia Specter. He loved her, Donna Paulsen.

They pulled away, out of breath, faces red.

"No, Donna. Not never. Now."