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Harvey Specter woke up, stirred to his right, noticing that the time was currently 3:45 AM. Then he stirred to his left, smiling as he saw Donna, sleeping soundly in nothing but the sheets, her fiery red hair circled around her as if it were protecting her. Was it possible for someone to look this damn good without even trying? He let her naked beauty sink in, remembering everything had been last night. Harvey remembered Donna had been remarkably good the last time they had been in this situation, but last night was seriously off the charts- he hadn't felt so much pleasure in so little time in well, ever. And it was too good to have only once. Thus, Harvey reflected that for the first time in his life, he didn't feel the need to leave after bedding a girl because a little something in his brain told him it was something beyond just a one night stand. In one aspect, it was a refreshing feeling, in other ways, it scared him to not extent. So regardless of the fact he had drunk for the majority of the previous night, he needed his best friend, scotch at the downstairs lobby bar, to help him sort things rustled out of bed, but it was only after that he noticed quickly that he indeed was also stark naked. With that, he wrapped a white cotton robe provided by the hotel and shuffled out of bed. As he walked out the door, he paused, then walked back in. Slowly he leant over the sound asleep Donna and kissed her slowly on the forehead. He wasn't sure what made him do it or why, but it just felt right. As if he was telling the universe and himself that this was different. That he intended to stay with this one.

By the time Harvey arrived at the bar clad in only his fluffy robe, he was extremely surprised to see a very sour-looking ex-girlfriend already there.

"Scottie?" Harvey asked, unsure if she was actually there or if sleeping with Donna had somehow thrown him into the Twilight Zone.

"Oh god. I'm having the worst day of my life, and now I run into the man who made me miserable for a good half of my life."

"Technically sleeping, Scottie, I believed I made you very happy for at least a fraction of that time, so sorry, your argument is invalid." He shot her his irresistible smile. "What are you even doing here?"

"The Harvard reunion. Did you seriously forget we were at the same school in the same class? Wow, Harvey, what a dick."

For a brief moment Harvey panicked. If Scottie had been there then she certainly must have seen him and Donna acting very inappropriately, to say the least. But yet she seemed clueless. But before he could ask if she was just baiting him, she continued

"...but my flight got delayed by six hours. So I missed the entire thing and I JUST got here, only to be told that there are no rooms here available. And what else is there to do but wallow in my woes with some alcohol." She smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

"Speaking of which, which girl have you bedded this time? And god, would it really hurt your ego that much to put some clothes on?"

Harvey just raised his eyebrows, in a wouldn't you like to know fashion before shaking his head and offering his extra room key.

"Here, I got a two-room suite. Here's the key to the other room, since I'm only using one. When you get to the room number go in through the door on your right, and if you dare go near the room on the other side I will somehow make sure our entire Harvard Class know you got that impossible A in Professor Bedford's class because you bedded our TA."

Scottie smirked. "You got yourself a deal. Except one thing.."

"What?"

"I brought a date. Can I take him with me?"

"Ugh, gross. I don't care, Scottie. Just don't make too much noise, okay? I'm going to have a drink and then I'd like to go back and go to sleep. So do whatever you want with your freaky London-timed bodies, I just don't want to hear it."

"I dunno, Harvey, silent sex has never really been my thing, you of all people should know that.." she winked, clearly kidding.

"Good to see you too, Scottie."

It was Donna's time to stir when she heard the door in the adjoining room close shut. Still a little fazed, she reached an arm around to her right for Harvey, only to learn that he wasn't there. That was weird. Where was he and who was in the other room? As tired as she was, she wanted to show Harvey more of her capabilities solely for the purpose to hear him sexily whisper her name again.

Donna quickly got up, also forgetting she was wearing nothing. As she put on the second bathrobe that was conveniently there, she walked towards the door separating the two-room suite and looked through the peephole, only to have her blood freeze. She had a clear shot of the bed, and saw a man who looked like Harvey on the bed and a clear vision of Sottie in nothing but a button-up shirt walking towards him.

Donna didn't know it was possible to have her heart drop so fast. A second ago she had been undoubtedly confused, but a feeling of happiness had ebbed into her emotions, and now it was replaced by rage, fury, and most of all, disappointment. How high of her to think that this night had changed them for the better, that they could actually find it within themselves to be together. But Harvey Specter didn't change for anyone, not even her.

Right now, all she wanted was to get away from here. She felt so used and worthless because even after ten years, she still wasn't immune to the Harvey Specter charm and now she was paying for it big-time. And even though she felt like room servicing a gallon of Chunky Monkey (that bastard could pay for it) and crying a river, she still had her pride and refused to let Harvey see her break down. In a hurry, before Harvey (now to be referred as the pig in her mind) could come back from next door and pretend everything was alright, she wanted to leave. She gathered her stuff, pissed that she wasn't wearing underwear so she couldn't throw it at his face if given the opportunity. But shit, she had only came in a dress with nothing underneath, and she sure wasn't in the mood to get catcalled in her robe because at the moment she seriously thought she was capable of murder. She glanced around, looking for anything that could help her cause. She saw Harvey's clothes scattered around, and before she lost herself and ripped it to shreds she grabbed his dress shirt, buttoned it up halfway, and used the empty sleeves to tie a bow around her front. Sure, it wasn't much better than the robe, but it sure was a lot classier. And it actually looked pretty damn fashionable at the same time. If Harvey could see her now, he'd be aware that two-timing her was the biggest fucking mistake of his life.

As she perfected everything else about herself, Donna left. And for the first time in her life,she wasn't sure if she was ever coming back.