Hey! First of all I genuinely want to thank you for your encouraging reviews, I didn't know I'd have that much positive feedback. With that said, I am really hoping I don't disappoint in that last chapter, and I'm sorry if I do! Enjoy, and don't forget to tell me what you think!

Donna opened her eyes, feeling Harvey's breath on her neck. She was lying on her back, while Harvey slept on his side, his arm around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She replays in her mind the events of the night before, acknowledging that despite how much she had drank, she knew what was going on, the alcohol making her only bolder. She remembers the kiss they shared, brushing her index against her lips, his taste still lingering there. She thinks about getting up, but Harvey's tight grip around her and the pounding in her head changed her mind.

She looks at the clock, reading 3:30 in the afternoon. She hadn't slept that much in years, and decided it was time to wake Harvey up. One of her hands reached for his arm, softly caressing it, and he moves lightly under her touch. She thinks he's awake, but he soon pushes his head further into her neck, the smell of his shampoo filling her. Her other hand reaches for his hair, her fingers diving there, caressing his scalp. "Harvey" she breathes his name. He opens his eyes, to find her neck covered with freckles exposed to his lips. He leaves a long kiss there, starting to raise his head. He leans on his elbow, his arm still around her waist, his body now on top of hers. "Good morning" he whispers softly. "Hey" she breathes, the alarmed look in her eyes not escaping him. The kiss he had just left on her neck confused her; sure they had kissed last night but they both had alcohol as an excuse, although he knew they were still very aware of their decision. He wants to comfort her, apologize for his rash action, but instead he quotes:

You rolled over from under,

you rest atop me.

"You,

are the only person on Earth

that can turn me on

by simply breathing,"

I mumbled

into the top of your hair.

As he spoke these words, he regrets them immediately, realizing that they might frighten her even more, and because well, he never says things like that. He's not even sure how he remembers it, the words just escaping his lips. Instead she raises an eyebrow, asking: "Who says that?" and he answers: "Tyler Gregson". She nods, before she asks again: "Some movie?" wondering why he would know such a quote since he never read. "Contemporary Poetry, Law School". "Do these lines usually work for you?" she teases, patting his chest, urging him to get out of bed. She joked about it, but she knew that he hadn't picked it randomly, her heart secretly smiling at that fact. Even her quote was meticulously picked; she could've chosen any other one that didn't fit them like this one did.

Harvey got out of bed, as he watched her struggling to get up, the light piercing through the shades, making her wince. "Why don't you stay in bed? I'll make us some coffee and get you an Advil for that headache" he says as he exits the room, leaving Donna to her thoughts. She assesses the situation, something she always excels at. In a situation like this, she would usually urge Harvey to talk about it immediately, but this time she doesn't want to. She wonders whether she is scared of what he might say to her, that he might hurt her again; knowing that he was in any case not ready for a relationship, no matter how much he wanted it. But did he want it? She questions herself. It's the fact that he might not want it that scares her the most, although he had specifically asked her to wait for him. Then again maybe he was just afraid to lose her, acting solely by selfishness.

She stopped her thoughts at that instant, angry for being so confused and lost. She was never someone like that, someone who questioned everything including herself for a man. Or maybe she's unaware that she has changed, somewhere in between late nights at the office with him, excursions to Hermes and exchanged looks, becoming the way she is now. He walks in with two cups of coffee and Advil tablet, noticing how deep in thoughts she looked. He sits on her side of the bed, putting down both cups and giving her a pill. "You ok?" he asked, wondering why she hadn't told him that they should talk yet. She hesitates for a second before saying: "Yeah thanks Harvey", reaching for the pill from his hand. He doesn't push her, and excuses himself to go prepare breakfast.

She follows him a few minutes later into the kitchen, sitting on the chair and watching him flawlessly cut vegetables. "You can cook too? God you are the perfect package" she jokes, making him jump at her unexpected presence. He looks at her and she flashes him a big grin, notifying him she was feeling better than before. "So what's the plan? What time do we leave?" she asks, finishing up her coffee. "I'll check for flights now. What do you want to do?" he answers, as he put a plate of a deliciously looking veggie omelet on the table, reaching for plates from the counter. "Why don't we just…relax? Watch some tv? I'm not sure my body can handle much" as she eagerly looks at the omelet. "Yes, we did go pretty wild yesterday" he says, trying to poke her into a reaction. She doesn't say a word, diving into the breakfast he had prepared.

When they finished, Harvey quickly spoke: "Don't you wanna talk about it?" he asks, trying to keep it cool. She's surprised by his request; she never would have thought he would be the one to ask for it. She simply expected them to sleep on it and pretend nothing had happened, not that she wanted it to be that way. "Euhm, yeah sure" she answers hesitantly. "So…" he starts. "So…" she mirrors. "Come on Donna help me out, you know I don't do well with words" he nags. "Ok so yesterday was" she starts. "Fun" he continues, as she smiles at the memory of how passionately they danced. "Yes it was" she agrees, before he adds: "But not only that", barely whispering. "No?" she asks, trying to keep calm, her heart beating so fast she thought she was having a tachycardia attack. "No" he repeats.

A silence fell, as he tried to gather words in his head. "Look Donna, I think that everything we've been through these past couple of years made me realize that" he pauses, carefully choosing his words. "I want to try. I want you to know that I am trying to be a better man". She gulps at his words, her throat tightening, making an effort not to have teary eyes. "For you" he continues. "And I know it is not fair to ask you to wait, but I'm hoping that you do. It may take time; but if I ever were to make it work, I know it would only be with you" he concluded, not believing the words he had just spoken. That was the first time he'd opened up to someone that much, and he suddenly feels naked, waiting for her response. The silence feels like hours to him, before she speaks: "Ok". "Ok?" he asks, surprised by her short answer. "But last night can't happen again. Not until we know for sure, what this" she gestures to the space between them "is" she continues. He nods, agreeing to her terms. "And I get to go on dates if I want to" she negotiates, knowing that she never really wanted to, but she just went anyway. "Ok" he says softly, trying to block out images of her on a date with another man.

They walked towards the couch, crashing on it side by side, arguing over what movie to watch. Instead of agreeing on a movie, they end up watching a cooking channel, both still tired from their night. She slides closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, quickly alarming him: "Do not even think about". He laughs at her warning, enjoying the feel of her soft hair on his neck. She shortly gets up, checking for a flight back to New York, finding one for an hour later. They quickly packed their bags, Harvey making sure the necklace he got her was still in his suit jacket. The flight back to New York was peaceful, as they both glanced over Las Vegas, before promptly falling asleep.

Ray was waiting for them upon their arrival, cheerfully greeting them both. "Donna's" Harvey indicated, before asking Donna if she wanted the morning off. "No that's fine Harvey" she smiled at him, as he insisted: "Are you sure? I can talk to Jessica". She assured him that she would get enough sleep tonight, as they reached their destination. He got out of the car, opening the door for her, and helping her all the way to the elevator. "Thank you Harvey. I had a great weekend" she admitted. He smiled tenderly at her, "so did I". A few moments of silence passed, before Donna stepped closer, leaving a long kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight Harvey", she whispered, getting into the elevator. "Good night Donna" he replied, making sure the elevator reached her floor.

He shuffled his feet back to the car, thinking about how he had to show her how much he meant it, him wanting to change. His place felt lonely and sad as he walked in, took of his clothes, and placed the gift on his desk, quickly going into bed.

The next morning, Harvey walked into Pearson Specter, smiling at the sight of Donna, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing an aubergine colored dress, making her hair stand out more than usual. He stops at her cubicle: "Good morning", as she glanced up, looking at him with a knowing smile. She watched him through the glass as he sat down, noticing the envelope she had left him. He opens it intrigued, to find a strip of pictures of them from the photo booth. In the first one, they are looking at the camera with a big grin, the second one showed her laughing, her head thrown back, with his happy eyes staring at her. She had somehow managed to sit on his lap for the third picture, the camera capturing a moment where she rested her forehead on his, both softly smiling.

She watches him smile as he looks at the picture, that smile that didn't say: "I'm trying to charm you", rather a genuine one he doesn't show often. He glances up, looking at her with thankful eyes, winking at her. The blood creeps up her face as she smiles, before Jessica stopped at her cubicle. "Hello Jessica" she greeted her with a polite smile, hoping her cheeks weren't as read as she felt them to be. "Donna, how was your weekend?" she asks genuinely, curious to what happened. "It was…" she paused, before continuing "good". Jessica eyes her suspiciously before entering Harvey's office.

"Congratulations Harvey!" Jessica said as she walked towards his desk. "Told you I'd do it" he said smugly. "And I haven't doubted it for a minutes" she smiles. "How was your weekend?" she asked. "It was…"he paused, "good". She laughed at how identical his response was to Donna's, asking him if there's something she should know. He hesitates before saying no.

Just before lunch, Donna walked into his office for the first time that day. "You have a meeting with Hopkins after lunch" she said, laying the folder for the case on his desk. She sees it then, the strip of their pictures on his desk, clipped to one of his awards. That was the first personal item on his desk, and Donna couldn't believe he had put it there. "Harvey, people can see this" she warns. "I don't care" he explains softly, making her blush for the second time that day. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, and she answers "How I sleep is none of your concern", laughing at this exchange they often have. He winks at her: "Doesn't stop me from thinking about it" before continuing: "and remembering how you look in bed". She rolls her eyes at his proud smile. "I'm going for lunch" she dismisses him, swaying her hips even more than usual, his gaze not leaving them."Donna" he calls her. She turns around, and he asks: "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" She nods."For now" she whispers, as they share a look of mutual understanding.

Harvey exhales as she leaves his office, looking back at their pictures on his desk. He reaches for his jacket pocket and takes the box with the necklace, wondering when he should give it to her, before opening the locked drawer of his desk, and putting it there. An envelope with his father's handwriting that read "To Donna and Harvey" was in that drawer, a letter he hasn't opened.

For now

I hope you enjoyed how it ended. I know a lot of people wanted them to be together, but I think it felt more true to the characters this way, and it just leaves you wondering, kind of how Suits is doing it now. Let me know if you liked it, or didn't.

I don't know what my next story will be, and I am open for prompts and suggestions, I feel like going out of my comfort zone by taking your suggestions.

Thanks again,

-G