Donna woke up and found herself in an unfamiliar setting. It takes her a moment to remember she was in Vegas with Harvey. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall in front of her: 7:30 am. She thought about her plans for the day; Harvey would be gone most of the time, so she'll have plenty of time for herself. She remembered that he wanted to join her in her jog and realized she needed to wake him up. She decides to get dressed before heading to his bedroom, something about him and her wearing minimal clothes always bringing back memories from that night. She finds jogging tights and a sports bra, slips them on and walks towards the room where Harvey had slept.

She walks in to a darkened room; he had managed to get up at night and let down the shades, blocking any sunlight. She winces as she tries to locate the bed, triumphantly smiling as she finds herself standing next to the side Harvey was sleeping on. Her smile was quickly stopped by her tripping over his shoes and falling on Harvey, waking him up. It's so dark she's not even sure what part of Harvey her hands were touching.

"Well hello there" he says softly, grinning smugly, the only thing she can discern in the obscurity

"I was wondering when you were going to join me" he continued. She doesn't know if it's the lack of light, his husky morning voice or the fact that he had wrapped an arm tightly around her waist that make her stomach tingle like a 8 years old. "What the hell Harvey?! Turn on the damn light" she shouts. "Yes boss" he sarcastically answers, stretching his body to reach the switch on the other side of the bed.

Her hand slides to his abdomen, dangerously lingering around its lower part. He tries to focus his attention on reaching the switch, but the touch of her fingers there were turning him on, something she seems to notice, and he curses his body for shivering and giving in. Oh she definitely knows, he thinks, as she starts caressing with her nails where her hand was lying, drawing circles and patterns on his soft skin. He finally hits the switch and goes back to his initial position, finding a devilishly smiling Donna staring at him.

"You know Donna if you wanted a trip to paradise, all you have to do is ask" he says suggestively. "Paradise? Really Harvey? And what do you call it? Your secret weapon? " she answers, annoyed. But her hand keeps caressing his lower abdomen, and Harvey is not sure how long he can contain his arousal. "I could get used to this you know" he says. She stands up now, leaving the spot where her hand was filled with goose bumps: "Be careful what you wish for Harv" adding a wink. "Now if you want to jog with me, get up" she says as she walks out of his room, feeling his burning eyes on her.

Even through his blurry sleepy eyes, he can notice how hot Donna is. The jogging pants she was wearing fit her perfectly, and the way her back arched as she walked flawlessly, covered with freckles from her neck down her spine. He rests in bed for a while, trying to calm himself and wondering if he was way over his head, and if Donna coming was indeed more than he could handle. He finally gets up, gets dressed and joins Donna in the kitchen.

He finds her cutting a mix of fruit: strawberries, kiwi, oranges, bananas and blueberries and marveling at how equipped the kitchen was with all kinds of food. "You need help?" he asks, as he sits down on the counter facing where she stood. "No thanks, I just need to find the mixer, trying to make us a healthy shake" she answers, as her eyes screen the room for a mixer. She finally finds one and mixes the lot, adding soy milk, getting a colorful shake. She serves it in two cups, and hands one to Harvey. He tastes it, enjoying the silky mixture between his lips "Is there any whipped cream?"

He doesn't mean to reference to that night, but her face changes colors as she hears his words. He wants to apologize, but he can't because they had agreed not to talk about it again. "Donna I-" he starts "You're not getting that so just drink what you have" she quickly stops him. He's not sure if she's talking about the shake or them and he feels the need to know whether he isn't getting it ever…or just now, the possibility of the former disturbing him. But he decides not to push it and silently drinks his shake, and thanks her for preparing it.

As he walks towards the sink to clean his cup, he notices a bit of shake near her mouth."You got a little something" he says, pointing at the area around her mouth, carefully restraining himself from removing it. She starts moving her tongue all over her lips, trying to remove the shake, his eyes following its every movement. "Just take it off Harvey" she says defeated. He softly removes is from a zone just above her upper lip, his thumb brushing over her mouth with the movement. She blushes a little; something he doesn't seem to notice. "Thanks" she whispers.

Donna had found a park at a ten minutes walk from Jessica's condo. They walked towards it, Donna prepping him for his meeting with Mr. Johnson. They soon started jogging, and Donna's outfit was getting more attention than Harvey appreciated. He doesn't say anything, but the repetition of guys staring at her and appreciating her sexiness was annoying him. So by around the 10th guy, he can't stop himself from shouting at him: "What are you staring at?!" scaring the poor fellow away. "What the hell?" Donna asks, still running. "Well it's the 100th man to pass by and stare at you" he expresses, annoyed. She huffs: "So?"

"Can't they see that I'm right next to you? That's some serious lack of respect" he says pouting. "But we are not really together" she argues. "They don't know that" he counters. She's not really in the mood for arguing during her jog, and the possessiveness Harvey was displaying filled her with a satisfying yet annoying feeling. She was not his to keep, but she was kind of glad he wanted her to be. "Oh Harvey don't worry I'm sure we'll pass by a group of women who'll drool all over you" she tries to joke. "It's not about that" he still complains. "You're sexy, I'm sexy, no harm in letting the world admire that. You know what they say about how art should be transmitted and shit". He grins at her answer before commenting: "Sexy huh? What about dashing? I'm sure there are more words to describe me" She laughs "Yeah, asshole is on top of the list"

"Hop in the shower Harvey, your meeting is in an hour and a half" she commands him, as she mind-absently takes her jogging pants off. He stares at her, admiring her beauty despite the sweat making the hair on the borders of her face frizzy. She notices him looking at her, his face titled to the right, with his naughty look on, only to realize then that she had taken her pants off. It was a robotic movement, something she always does when she comes back from a jog, alone. She flushes as his eyes meet hers, as he flirtingly says: "Well, I thought you'd never ask" suggesting they would be sharing a shower. She fakes an offended look: "That is NOT happening" she firmly says, raising her finger in a snappy gesture that made him imagine her in her cheerleading days. "You took off your pants Donn" he continues, stepping closer to her.

She hates how he gets to her, how hot he can make her feel. "What are you 5? I was hot Harvey" she justifies. "Yeah you are" he whispers, still trying to maintain eye contact. She laughs then, not really sure whether it was a nervous laugh or a natural one. His smile widens as he hears her giggle, gosh he loved her laugh. It sent a bubbly feeling through his body, one he only felt at times; he must've gotten so used to it he doesn't recognize it anymore. He takes off his shirt, watching her eyes travel down his body. He winks at her and walks in the bathroom, leaving a troubled Donna behind.

She breathes in, reminding herself to stay calm. She thinks about why Harvey was getting to her as much, blaming it on the fact that they haven't spent time together outside the office in forever. She wasn't lying when she described their relationship as 'complicated'; she really couldn't define it even if she wanted to. She had convinced herself that she wasn't in love with him, for her sake as well as his; and that has been working pretty well except for a few moments of weakness.

She decides to stop thinking about it, and walks to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She was craving crepes, with chocolate and strawberry, a meal she's been doing for years. As soon as she finished, she walked to Harvey's bedroom to prepare the suit he will wear to his meeting. She found the perfect one, in which his charm in her opinion was tripled. As she inspected closely the lapel, she found it to be a bit wrinkled, and decided to iron the whole suit, just to be safe. Knowing Jessica as well as she did, she was pretty sure she would find an ironing device; she was right, it was placed in the small storage room near the kitchen.

Harvey walks out of the bathroom with just a towel on, searching for his suit. When he doesn't find it, he puts on a pair of boxers and walks towards the kitchen, muffling the small towel through his hair to dry it. "Donna" he calls as he walks in the room, "where's my suit?" he asks. He sees her fully focused on ironing his suit, and stares at her "Do not disturb" facial expression he loved so much. She doesn't even raise her head, carefully tracing a sensible zone near the lapel. She calmly raises her head then, finding an only-boxered Harvey. "Here" she answers, as she avidly tries to not stare too much at his sculpted body. She finishes then, carefully grabbing the suit and walking towards Harvey.

"For the love of God, put it on" she teases, faking a nauseated look. He smiles then, understanding that she was finding it hard not to stare. He puts down the towel from his hand and starts dressing up in front of her. He was challenging her, and she wasn't one to reject a challenge. She stands there staring at him as he elegantly slips into the pants. Something about a man, well not any man really- something about Harvey wearing a suit was turning her on. "This is boring" she jokes, and turns around towards the counter to set the table, before she does something rash. When she's done, she turns towards him to find him struggling with his tie. "Come here" she whispers, as he defiantly walks towards her.

As soon as her fingers touch his neck, she feels his body getting rigid, disturbed by her touch. This move, though repeated a thousand times through their 13 years relationship was now as new as it was the first time, because of a few last years of distance between them. Not actual distance, she always was 10 feet away, but more of an emotional one.

The proximity they were in was dangerous, their face merely inches away. She could smell his perfume, and he could feel her breath. He's trying hard not to stare at her, but god she was beautiful. Even more than usual, their proximity perhaps was emphasizing what's always been there. She finally unties the knot he had failed to do correctly, teasing: "How long have you been wearing ties? You're supposed to be a pro now". She was right; he could've fixed it alone, but he wanted her to do it, something his brain seems to be ready to share, to his own surprise: "Well maybe I wanted a reason to be close to you" he barely whispers.

She swallows as she hears these words, noticing the regret on his face. She wants to scream, really, since when was he so open? But she smiles instead and says: "Get your head in the game Specter; you have a client to close. You'll have time for these shenanigans later", as she finally presses her hands on the lapel of his suits, caressing his chest, and stepping away. He smiles back at her winking: "I'll hold you up to that offer". They eat in silence, as he stares at her seductively biting a strawberry, before he gets up when it's time.

She looks at him, giving him a nod full of belief and reassurance. "Make him sway" she says, smiling. "I will" he smiles back, grateful to have this amazing woman to stand by him. He walks towards her without thinking, still controlled by that latest thought, and kisses her cheek. "I'll talk to you as soon as I'm done". He walks away before he can see her face turning red. That was ironically the first time Harvey Specter had given her a kiss on the cheek.

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