Call it a super-secretary thing, but Donna somehow already knew Harvey was on his way to her before he walked in, minutes later.

She was facing the New York skyline, breathing in the cold air, trying to ignore how it made her lungs feel like they were shrinking. For a moment all she could do was stare at the clouds she was making in front of her, as if they were the most interesting thing there. As if the man she was sharing the balcony with wasn't standing right behind her, trying not to focus all his attention on her red and sinful lips.

"Donna," he started.

It was time to face the music.

"Harvey," she acknowledged, proud of herself for not wavering with her voice but refusing to look him in the eye all the same. She kept making clouds.

"You're cold," he commented after noticing the goosebumps on her arms.

"No, I'm not," she shot back.

"Look, don't be ridiculous, take my coat." He started shedding off his beautiful Tom Ford jacket, and Donna couldn't help but notice how impeccably good he looked anyway, with just his vest and bowtie.

"No, Harvey." Donna stepped back. "You can't keep doing this. Why are you here? Why did you follow me here? What could you possibly still want from me now? Fake kids?"

"I'll tell you right after you cover yourself, woman. I can't have my secretary catch pneumonia and die on me; you know I can't be me without you."

"Harvey," she pleaded, "you have to stop saying things like that. Why are you here? "

"Like I said, to talk. Put the jacket on." She did, but only because it would get him to talk. "The night at the Harvard reunion. What happened?"

Donna hmphed. She didn't know how he could possibly ask her this question when he clearly knew what happened. "Really, Specter? You're going with the innocent card here?"

"I'm serious, Donna. All of a sudden, I'm at the bar, trying to recover from the best sex I've had since like, 1995, and I'm sure you feel the same way, don't you deny it, then all of a sudden you're calling me a pig and leaving me shirtless in the middle of the night, and-"

"Well, sorry, Harvey Reginald Specter. I'm sorry I took your shirt after you clearly went after sleeping with me to conquesting Scottie of all people in the next fucking room in the middle of the night,"

"Since we're on the level of middle names, DONNA ROBERTA PAULSEN. Why in the world would you think I'm sleeping with Socttie right after.. what we did?"

Because you're a manwhore, she thought.

"And don't you dare say it's because I'm a manwhore!" Damn him and his telepathic abilities.

"Well, how do you explain why she was in the adjoining room then?! IN HER "I'VE CLIMBED MOUNT HARVEY" OUTFIT?!"

"It was the adjoining room, Donna. You really think of me as a person who would sleep with one person in one room, then wait for her to fall asleep, then go to the next room and do it all over again?"

"Yes!"

"Donna!"

Their argument had gotten so heated that they hadn't noticed how close together they had gotten. Harvey, always on the offensive, had kept closing in on her and Donna had fought back until her back was pressed against the railing of the balcony and he had boxed her in. They both breathed hard, the same air, riled up after the accusations they had thrown each other.

"Donna," he tried again, not bothering to distance himself, "who else went to Harvard with me?"

"Scottie," she spat out. "But I don't see how-"

"AND which event did we go to together?"

"Your Harvard reunion,"

"Which room did we snag when we..." he waved his hands around in the air.

"The last one."

"Scottie came late. When I was at the bar. Drinking. I let her into our adjoining room because it was 4 AM and she was roomless."

"But that still doesn't explain why she was wearing-"

"She arrived with her date."

At this point he was so close, they were breathing the same air.

He continued. "Donna, Scottie's victory outfit is.."

"A button up shirt."

"You left the building with?"

"Your button u- oh."

If it were physically possible, Donna was pretty sure she turned as red as her hair.

"This whole time I've been mad about noth-"

"Yep."

"Oh my god."

"Yep." He popped the p, just to spite her. It was fun to see her wriggle.

"I'm so..."

"Sorry? Don't be. Everyone gets a little jealous when it comes to me."

And just like that, the Harvey Specter smirk was back, and both were ever so relieved to see it again.

"Donna," Harvey whispered, serious now but meaning ambiguous. He was so close, just two inches away and he could almost feel the softness of her lips on his, she was closing her eyes-

bzzt bzzt.

"Damn it," he breathed.

"Get it," Donna whispered.

It was a text from Jessica.

[Hurry up, you love birds. Your favorite song is about to play.]

"I'd love to continue this but could we do it after I ask you to dance again?"

"Why, is She Will Be Loved about to play?"

"... Yes."

"I guess. But only because I know you have a soft spot for Adam Levine."

SORRY THIS TOOK 2 MONTHS! BUT I'm DONE WITH SCHOOL WHICH MEANS I'M BACK SO I'M GONNA FINISH THIS I PROMISE!

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