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They reached Las Vegas in no time, and quickly found themselves outside the airport, waiting for their ride to arrive. Harvey had rented the newest exclusive Bentley and had someone drive it to the airport, making a few jaws drop at its sight; including Donna's. She shook her head in amusement: "You like a big show don't you?" He smiles back as he takes the keys from the driver and opens the door for her: "Well you know what they say; go big or go home" He sat in the driver's seat and drove away.
He then continued, with the hint of a serious tone; something Donna was not gonna let go easily: "No but really I need to impress this guy; tough competition apparently". Donna quirks her eyebrows: "Oh honey, are you scared?" she asked teasingly. "I'm not scared I'm challenged! There's a difference" he defensively responds. "Yeah sure" she continues "You know you just need to flash your specter smile and he'll sign right? " she asks. He flashed that exact smile at her and said: "Didn't know you had such faith in my smile. There's also my undeniable charm, brain and sex appeal" She deliberately frowns, mocking him: "I can't believe you just said sex appeal. I hope you're not using that on an 80 years old man". He laughs and says: "Damn it! I'm going to need something different". She quickly follows: "And I've done my research. Apparently…"
They arrived to their destination, a luxurious skyscraper in a not so crowded area. Harvey parked the car in Jessica's reserved spot and they went to the last floor, the 40th. "Shotgun I'm taking the bigger room" Donna snaps as the elevator crosses the 39th floor. He chuckles lightly: "Fine". He was holding both their suitcases; ever the gentleman. So when they reached the door, she spontaneously slid her hand beneath his suit jacket, reaching for its inner pocket where the card/key was. This move caught him off guard, and it doesn't help that she flashes a daring look at him as she does it, and that her tongue unconsciously lingers at the corner of her mouth.
She notices his reaction to her touch, and she likes that she can still do that to him, despite the distance that had grown between them the last couple of years, stimulated by Zoe, Stephen, the memo and Scottie to name a few factors. Harvey realizes she's been teasing him deliberately, and thinks of the last time she was feeling at such ease, flirting without over thinking, enjoy her powers over him. It's been a long time; and he doesn't understand why the sudden switch back to how they once were. He doesn't really care because it's really all he's ever wanted lately, for them to be like they used to. He stops himself from over analyzing what it means, his desire to be consumed by her devilish flirting, and admits to himself how hard it will be to keep his hands off of her that weekend.
His train of thoughts is stopped by her enthusiastic shouting: "This one's mine!" He follows her voice towards a huge room with a master bed, a balcony with a view on the city and a seemingly even bigger bathroom. "This place is huge" she comments, walking with excitement to discover the rest of the rooms. Harvey had to admit, the place looked amazing. The woodwork gave an antique but yet modern look, and carved details filled the furniture, giving a general feeling of style, classiness and grandeur. He nods before adding: "Very Jessica-ish".
Donna admires the kitchen: "I think this is officially my favorite room", while Harvey screams from the other end: "My bedroom is pretty awesome". She opens the kitchen closets and fridge to find them full. "I wonder how often Jessica comes here" Donna comments, as Harvey walks in the room. "I'm gonna fix us something to eat. Any special request?" she asks. "Just something edible" he answers, teasing her about her cooking skills. He hadn't witnessed them actually; she had never cooked for him before. She darts a look at him before saying: "Oh you'll see, it'll be orgasmic". Again, the choice of words was emphasized by the way her lips close mischievously after the word.
He sits at the high table watching her in motion. The way she flips her hair, or absent mindedly bite at her bottom lip as she debates on the quantity needed, a hand at her hip, the other swinging the fridge door. With each second passing he felt more and more captivated by her every move, drawn by her charm. He decided to find the alcohol stash and pick the finest whiskey available. He poured them both a glass, before stepping behind her and putting the glass next to her right hand. Two can play the game, he thinks and he doesn't miss the way her body shivers when he exhales on her exposed neck and her knife-holding hand slightly trembles. She reminds herself to breathe and quickly jokes: "I knew there was something missing!"
They sat for dinner and she was right; the meal was delicious, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her as she licked the top of her finger, wiping whatever was left off there. She went through his schedule for the next day: Meeting at 11 with the client, followed by lunch with him if he manages to persuade him. The rest of the day was flexible according to how his plan works. "What are your plans?" he asked her. She sips from her glass before answering: "You know, a little bit of this and that: a jog in the morning, a massage, probably some shopping". He nods "I'll join you at that jog, and maybe we go out at night?" he suggests.
She finds it weird the way he refers to them as a we. It's nothing really, he probably didn't mean anything, but this experience of time spent with him outside the office was foreign territory to her. "No crazy poker night ending with some girl as your trophy? Growing old Specter" she jokes to ease off the tension she only was feeling. "Who said no poker? You and me will go gamble a bit, maybe play our own game of strip poker" he winks at his words. "You wish. Save that last part to the poor woman who'll fall for you " she huffs, hoping she didn't sound as bitter as she felt her words to be. "I'm afraid my shelf no longer holds a place for more trophies. It's jackpot or nothing now" he says. She doesn't believe what she hears and tilts her head: "Who are you and what have you done to Harvey Specter?" she jokes. He laughs softly before saying: "He's here, evolving". They both suddenly feel the serious tone their topic drifted to.
"Oh shit shit shit!" Donna suddenly screams. "What's wrong?" he asks. "It's my parents' anniversary today. Shit I forgot" she explains, guilt covering her face. He calms her down: "It's okay. Skype with them now, and I'll think of a nice gift while I shower" She sat down trying to think of an appropriate gift for her parents, and quickly texted her mother: "Still awake? Skype?" Around ten minutes passed before she answered: "I'm online" She laughed at how she had just acquainted her parents with technology, and how they were fascinated by it. She video calls her mother: "Hey mom!" she says cheerfully. "Donna! Where are you? I called your apartment a couple of times. Is Harvey making you work late?" her mother responded.
Before she could answer, Harvey walked in the room, wearing his "sleeping trousers", topless and shuffling the towel in his hair. "I found the perfect gift! OH shit" he says as he realizes that Donna's mother was currently seeing only his topless torso. "Donna? Who's that boy? Oh my god is this Harvey?" she asks, as Harvey steps away, grabbing a tshirt from his suitcase. "Hello Mrs. Paulsen!" he says embarrassed. "Oh well hello Harvey" she answers, confusing clear in her tone. "Donna honey, what's going on" she asked. Donna clarified the matter: "Nothing mom we're on a work trip to Vegas and I wanted to talk to you and dad, wish you a happy anniversary. And Harvey is just an idiot who believes that if you lose the t-shirt you get something called sleeping trousers. How fancy!" she mocks, looking at him as he settled next to her on the couch. "They ARE sleeping trousers" he argues. She answers coyly "You're wearing a t-shirt now, regular pants". He shakes his head in disbelief: "You're unbelievably stubborn". "She gets that from her father", Donna's mother explained. "Speaking of which, here he is" she continues, as Mr. Paulsen sat next to his wife.
"Soo I have a brilliant idea for a gift!" Harvey said enthusiastically as soon as they hang up. She was surprised by his attitude; she didn't really think he'd be worrying his head with such a trivial thing. "I'm listening" she says, angling her body towards him. "Your parents met a Yankees vs Red Sox game right? There's a game next week I know a guy he'll get us tickets and then they can put a congratulations on your 23rd anniversary thing on the screen. Followed by a dinner somewhere fancy?" She looks at him with disbelief, so shocked that words won't come out of her mouth. "Bad idea yeah? It sounded good when I thought about it" he shrugs. She puts her hand on his arm: "No. It's perfect, it's great, thanks". He looks at her hand on his arm and realizes that this move wasn't for teasing or flirting; her hand reaching for his arm was a genuine sign of affection, despite the fact that she looked as beautiful and attractive as when she plays her little mind games. "It's nothing" he smiles at her.
They drank another round of whiskey, talking about people at work and random topics before she excused herself to go shower. She came back to find him shirtless, asleep on the couch. She took a moment to admire his body; Harvey Specter was a man in shape. She then drew closer to him and shuffled her hand through his hair. "Get up sleepy head. Just move to bed" she says. He opens his eyes at these words, and he's not really sure if it's a fantasy or reality. It doesn't help that she's wearing cotton shorts and a white I-shirt highlighting her curves. He gets up and follows her to his room, where she made sure he arrived to bed before completely falling asleep. "Night Harv" she whispered. "hmm" is all he could manage to say.
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