When the car stopped, Harvey looked around to find what he had expected; a deserted street with no obvious sign of life. "Donna, are you sure this is the place?" he asks her. She nods, getting out of the car and walking towards an old building. "Wait up" Harvey says, accelerating his step so he could catch up with Donna and steady her walk. He wasn't walking steadily himself, but she had more drinks than him and clearly needed his assistance. Donna stopped at an old cement door at the corner of the building, leaning on it and turning around to face him. Her sudden movement caught him off guard, and he found himself inches away from her, his body leaning against hers.

There's a heavy silence, accompanied only by the sound of his breathing and her scent mixed with alcohol. He wants to break it, attempting to make a joke, but his brain was too jammed to come up with something. He wants to break it because he's not sure how long he can handle her pressed against the door, looking as beautiful as she did. Soon enough, she starts talking, her eyes lit by a fire that made his heart pound in his chest. "Ready for what's coming Specter?" she asks with a devilish smile, using the most seductive tone Harvey had ever heard, something he noticed to be her regular tone when she's had too much to drink. He nods in agreement, bracing himself for what's coming. She was like a tornado, a force of nature upon his life, constantly surprising him, constantly amazing him and then hanging him out to dry.

With his sign, she pushed the door behind her swinging it open, where a stony staircase made its way underground. Harvey was more intrigued by the minute, holding her even closer for fear of falling. Little did he know how late he really was. He could hear music louder as he went down the staircase, until they reached another door where a tall robust guy was standing. "Donna" he acknowledged her presence, a smile turning his face soft. "It's been such a long time" he continues, pulling her into a hug. To Harvey it seemed to be too long, so he coughs to assert his presence, Donna introducing them to each other. "You must be really something Harvey. She's never brought anyone here in all the years I've known her" Frank said in admiration. Harvey smiles widely, wondering for how long Donna has been coming here, what this place was, and how many things he still has to know about her. "Don't feed him compliments Frank, he's already full of himself" she jokes, walking past the wooden door.

As he walks in, Harvey is not sure where to look. This place they were in was a Latino underground club, nothing like he's ever seen. Music was loud, everyone was dancing, and the room was so colorful he could swear he's been colorblind for years. He can spot a photo booth in the corner of the room, right next to the bar. He looks in front of him to find Donna walking, her hips absent-mindedly swaying to the music. He tries to focus his attention back to the setting, still following Donna's steps towards the bar. "So" he starts, as they reach the bar now face to face "this is your secret place" he states. "One of many Specter, one of many" she winks, making him laugh softly. "It's amazing Donna. But you know I don't dance. I barely do ballroom dancing" he explains. She eyes him suspiciously: "Oh I know about your little dance comp…" he cuts her before she could finish: "How do you know that?! That's classified information" he nags. She grins and uses her usual catch phrase: "I'm Donna, I know". She leans against the bar, ordering 8 tequila shots. "It's my dad isn't it?" he asks, still trying to figure out her source.

"Whoa Donna, don't you think that's a bit too much?" he asks, referring to the shots. "Well since you're such a pain in the ass and refuse to dance, I think you need to loosen up" she retorts. They start drinking, and Donna takes him by the hand after the second shot. "Let's go into the photo booth, I'm pretty sure this is as pretty as we'll look tonight" she explains. They were running towards the booth, and he felt like a teenage boy on his prom night. He felt alive, and young and happy, something he hasn't felt in a long time. He knew she was the only one around whom he could be relaxed like this, just Harvey and not the best closer in New York. So he runs, not caring about who sees him, and he bursts into laughter when Donna slips, almost hitting ground before his strong arms reached for her. They walk into the booth, and she sits next to him staring into each other other's eyes. The camera starts clicking, and Donna crosses her eyes, making them both laugh, a moment captured amongst others. When they went out, they found Frank putting the rolls in an envelope, promising them to keep it until they leave.

They went back to the bar, Donna quickly finishing her shots, and heading towards the dance floor, her back to it, facing Harvey. "Are you coming Harv?" she winks, awaiting his response. He shakes his head in a no gesture, making her pout before answering with her sassy attitude: "Your loss Specter". With these words she let down her hair, sexily removing the band from her ponytail, her hair falling down like a flamboyant flame, hugging her face from both sides. He stared at her with the hungriest eyes, congratulating himself for his impeccable self-control. He drank his last shot, and tried to locate Donna on the dance floor, only to find some random guy stepping closer to her, dancing her way to her. He tries to ignore the nauseated feeling in his stomach, tapping his fingers on the bar, staring in void. He looks again, to find the guy sliding his hand on Donna's stomach. He orders two more shots, sipping one and taking the other to the dance floor. He could feel the alcohol kicking in, stumbling towards Donna. He put his hand on her hips, moving her towards him, away from the other guy.

"Hey you, I thought you'd never come" she said, pressing her hand on his chest, her behavior clearly controlled by alcohol. "Well I wasn't planning to, until Mr. perfect here came by" he explained, drinking his last shot, half of it spilled , giving the glass shot to a random person passing by. She throws her head back in laughter, her neck now exposed to him, covered in freckles. She straightens up, brushing her finger against his upper lip. "There's salt" she whispers, before seductively licking her finger, making Harvey swallow hard. "So, show me your skills" she challenges, throwing both hands around his neck. He never rejects a challenge, quickly starting to move his hips to the beat of the music, finding his own rhythm before guiding her body to follow it. He was moving with such ease that it surprised her, how elegantly he swayed his hips, how strong he was as a leading man. His hands on her hips steadied her movement at first, before settling in a comforting position just above her ass.

It takes them a couple of minutes to adapt to each other, before completely letting go. Without even noticing, he was flipping her around, dancing left and right and in all directions. She had never thought the synchronization in their everyday life would also dominate in dancing; they were moving in unison, as if they had practiced this dance a thousand times before. They were both losing control with each passing minutes, hands moving in dangerous places, before finally turning her back to him, rubbing her behind on him. He was turned on, still trying to control his arousal. It doesn't help that she moves her hair to one side, exposing her neck to him again, this time in some kind of invitation. She grabs his hands from both sides, rubbing them against her lower abdomen, making him wonder whether it was all just a fantasy. He doesn't think twice before softly setting his lips on her neck, in a tender kiss. She responds by leaning even more on him, and he takes it as a sign of approval. The kisses along her neck grew more passionate, fiercer, and her right hand reaches for his head, deepening the contact of his lips and tongue on her skin.

She turns to face him in a quick movement, her hands tracing his body from his hairline on his neck through his torso down to his abdomen. Her fingers caress his bruise, as she stood on her fingertips, leaving a soft kiss on the now darker area. Her touches sent chills down his spine, tightening the space in his pants, and his grip on her sides. "Donna" he whispers, his voice begging her to take it easy on him. "What Harvey?" she asks innocently, the teeth biting her lower lips proving there's nothing innocent about her. "You drive me crazy" he hisses between his teeth. "That's nothing new" she says, her smile widening at his arousal, leaning close to him to whisper those words into his ear. He decides to challenge her this time, making his hands travel down her body through its curves. She moans slightly, finding that the only way to control the sounds she was making was by closing her mouth on his neck. She starts kissing and biting his neck, leaving a mark, making Harvey's body tremble.

Neither of them is sure what triggers it, but they both slow down the pace, just holding each other close. She could literally feel his heartbeats, resting her head on his forehead. He kisses the top of her head, turning her for one last swing of the evening, before she settles by his side, as they walked away from the dance floor. They were both officially drunk, however still aware of what was happening. Harvey could swear he had never felt the way he did tonight; he wasn't one to hold back. If he felt like kissing someone, he simply would. Yet here he was, staring at the only person he's ever felt the need to kiss, unable to. He knew the stakes were high, he knew they were both drunk, and he couldn't do it, not like this. "Let's go home Harv" she whispers, as he holds her closer by his side. As she spoke these words, he started wondering what it would be like to live with her, and he could totally imagine it. She'd wake up before him, showering him with kisses to wake him up, or just hitting him with a pillow when she's not in the mood. She'd yell at him for leaving water on the floor of the bathroom, he'd go crazy about all her hair products that he ends up using and smelling like her all day. They would make breakfast together; she would fix his tie and attempt to fix his hair, which he'll reluctantly agree to. God you've gone soft Specter! the voice in his head screams.

His thoughts were interrupted by Frank, who handed Donna the envelope of their pictures, before wishing them a good night. "Take care of her Harvey" he said, to which Harvey answered: "Always". They rode in the car, totally exhausted by their night, Harvey reminding himself to pay the driver generously. Donna looked at the man sitting next to her, hoping her eyes weren't leaving as much affection as she was feeling. "Harvey" she called him, his face turning to face her. His hair was all messed up because of the sweat and Donna's touches. She's not sure why she calls him, and just says: "Your hair looks nice" she smiles, drunk. He smiles back tenderly at her: "I look like a 7 years old boy" he states. She laughs softly, before asking him: "Harvey. Would you hold my hand?" He is surprised by her request, he was actually trying to fight the urge to and his smile widened when he said: "There's nothing I want more". Damn it! Donna thought, who are we? Harvey wasn't someone who would say that, and she realizes how odd it was of her to ask him. She knew why she did; she wanted to hold his hand, and she knew he was too much of a gentleman to attempt something when they were drunk.

Her body immediately filled with warmth as he took her hand, opening it and caressing its palm, before sliding his fingers between hers. She glances at the clock, it was 3:30 am, and she hasn't been up at that hour for years, yet she felt as energetic as ever. "Still up for that poker game Harvey?" she says, as he turns to face her with a big grin:"Donnaaa! It's late, I'm drunk, you're drunk. Let's shower and see" he tries to be rational. "Gooosh you're so boring sometimes" she jokes, rolling her eyes.

They arrived to Jessica's condo, and he held her hand to sustain their balance. When they reached their floor, she let go of his hand, quickly removing her heels. "Why don't we shower?" he suggests, referring to the bathroom next to the bedroom she occupied. "I'll use the one in my room" he explained, to avoid any misunderstanding. "As if you were getting anywhere near my bathroom" she jokes, as he starts walking towards his bedroom. "Hey Harvey. Unzip me?" she asks, turning her back to him, moving her hair to the side. He takes the zipper and starts lowering it, exposing her freckled back to his lusty eyes. She was such a beautiful creature, fragile yet so strong. His touch lingers on longer than it should, as Donna whispers: "Thanks", obviously feeling the tension rising up. She lets the dress slide down her body, as she walks to the bathroom in her black lacy underwear, under Harvey's staring gaze.

He could sure use a freezing shower.

Thank you so much for your reviews and kind words. I'm sorry for the delay, I was lacking a bit of inspiration. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, I still have one or two to go, depending how I decide to take it. I'm open for suggestions.

I'm leaving town for a few days and won't have my laptop to write, but I promise you'll have the next chapter up by next week.

Please review and let me know if you like it.

-G