Hey! I didn't get much feedback from the last chapter but decided to update anyway. I hope you enjoy reading this, it's a long chapter as promised. Enjoy!
Harvey finished painting the bathroom and decided to go check on Donna and take her opinion on his work. As soon as he walked into the big bathroom, he stopped, his heat pinching at the sight in front of him. Donna was now in her socks, her body stretching up and down with the movement of the brush, her crop top rising to the limit of her black laced bra, her pony tail moving left and right. He knew he shouldn't be staring, and prepared himself to speak, but she suddenly stopped painting, dipping the brush in the bucket of paint, leaving it there.
Harvey watches her as she stopped moving, standing hugging herself, staring at the wall facing her. She seems to be a million miles away, and he had always been jealous of these thoughts and places her mind drifts to, depriving him from her full presence. He often wonders what she is thinking about, what goes around in her mind. But he never dared asked; he isn't supposed to care, and she was too damn sassy to admit anything anyway.
Donna tries to push the thoughts away off her mind, as it starts raising question about Harvey, how she truly felt, what they relationship really was. She felt someone's presence in the room and turned around to find Harvey leaning on the door frame, a curious look on his face. She wants to tease him about staring at her, but a simple "hey" is all that comes out of her mouth. "Hey" he repeated, a small smile on his lips. "Ready to see my horrible work?" he asked, as she let out a chuckle. "More than ever" she answers enthusiastically, walking to the bathroom as Harvey followed closely behind her. "This is…" she starts out, letting out a sigh as her eyes travel around the painted walls. She pauses for a second, a silence Harvey fills with horrible adjectives "Disgusting? The ugliest thing you've seen?". "Not bad at all" she continues, impressed. "You still need to work on the corner skills but other than that, not bad at all Specter" she explains, smiling at him.
Harvey's smile grew wide as he proudly says: "There's nothing I can't do". Donna rolled her eyes, huffing "Please, you were two minutes away from quitting".
"Are you hungry?" Harvey asked. "We can order from that shitty Thai place you like" he asked, as her stomach let out a growl, her face turning red. "Well I'm obviously starving so yeah" she stated, as Harvey grabbed the phone and ordered all of Donna's favorite meals.
Donna walked comfortably around Harvey's condo, as he stood in the kitchen, grabbing wine glasses and a bottle from under the sink. The door bell rang, and Harvey shouted to Donna as he opened the wine bottle: "Donn can you open the door please? It's the delivery guy, money's next to the door"
Donna grabbed the money and opened the door, prepared to see the delivery guy. Her face falls in shock at the sight of Jessica, standing there with a curious look on her face. "Hello Donna" Jessica greeted, noting Donna's casual attire. She had never seen her dressed like that, so comfortably, unguarded. "Jessica ,euhm, hi. Come in" she manages to say, suddenly very aware of how little she was wearing. "Harvey" Donna called out, as he walked into the living room with two glasses of wine, to find Jessica sitting on the couch.
"Jessica, what are you doing here?" he asked surprised. " I didn't mean to interrupt" she stated, her tone bearing a bit of warning and a bit of agreement, "but if you answered your phone I wouldn't be here". "Oh I must've forgotten it in the bathroom when we were there" he said to Donna, not fully realizing how wrong his words were until he saw Donna's face turn yellow. "We were painting the walls" Donna quickly explained, the blush creeping up her face. Jessica didn't seem to believe Harvey would paint, but decided to drop the topic; it was only a matter of time between Harvey and Donna anyway.
"I wanted to tell you I have a family obligation, so I will be flying to Washington tomorrow. I trust you can manage the firm when I'm away?" she rhetorically asked. "Sure" he affirmed, as Jessica prepared herself to leave, just when the delivery guy arrived. "Why don't you stay for lunch?" Donna invited her. Jessica politely declined, as they both walked her to the door. "You kids have fun" she finally teased, winking at Harvey who rolled his eyes.
"Well that was awkward" Donna stated, opening the bags of food and setting them on a tray. "It's fine" Harvey said nonchalantly, well aware of how Jessica most probably got the wrong message from Donna's presence. He didn't really care though, rumors about them have been there since day 1.
As soon as they sat on the high table facing each other, Donna commented on the alcohol. "Wine? Why not whiskey?" she lamented. "I thought it's good for a change" he explained. "Wine makes me slutty" she blurted out. "Even a better reason then" he flirted, as she darted a warning look, a smile however not leaving her lips.
The meal went on smoothly, both of them not aware of how high their alcohol consumption was until they emptied the bottled. "Shit I'm drunk" she said, as Harvey giggled. He stood up, cleaning up the table, and caught Donna just in time to save her from a fall. She had stood up rashly, loosing balance for the second time that day. This time he catches her from the waist, as her arms wrap around his neck, looking for support. He straightens her up, realizing how close they now stood. Her fingers absent-mindedly caressed the hair on the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Her hot breath tickled his cheek, as she tried to regain control: "Let's go out" she said, "I could use the fresh air and I'm pretty sure you don't have any Chunky Monkey in this fridge" she continued, breaking the contact and walking slowly towards the door.
Harvey and Donna went for a walk in the city, Harvey's arm protectively holding her by the waist when he felt her swinging, stopping by the ice cream shop where Donna bought enough Chunky Monkey for a year, storing them in Harvey's fridge. When they came back home, they decided to start painting the living room, leaving the bedroom for Sunday. Harvey put some music on his gramophone, filling the air with jazzy rhythms.
As the hour approached 6 pm, Harvey suddenly remembered: "Oh I forgot to tell you! Guess which movie I got" he said excited. "Hmm" Donna started thinking, "You've been pushing me to watch it for years now" he hinted. "Last night?" she asked, unsure. "Yes! I haven't watched it yet though". Donna's eyes shined with happiness. She loved that he finally listened to her suggestion."I love this movie! Let's watch it tonight" she said excited. "Deal. I'll make us dinner" he added.
Donna knew they were treading dangerous territories, spending so much time together, watching movies and sharing meals. She tried to reassure herself, reminding herself she was strong and could spend some time with him outside the office without falling for him all over again. Because yes, at some point, back in the D.A's office, she had wished they were more. Over the years she came to terms with the realization that the nature of their relationship had shifted the minute she spoke of her rule.
Harvey washed his hands and started preparing dinner, as Donna sat on a high chair watching him work. She never knew he was skilled in the kitchen, but she noticed how much he enjoyed it now that she was watching him. He felt her scrutinizing look, asking her: "What?". His question woke her from her daze, replying nonchalantly "What? Nothing". "You've got that look where you wanna say something. Say it" he said curiously. "I just never knew you could cook" she stated.
"I'm full of surprises Red" he flirted, the Specter smile lighting his face. The combination of the word Red and the fire in his eyes threw her back some twenty years ago, when they were careless, lighter. "Oh I'm sure you are" she flirted back.
They sat for dinner, the wine making another appearance. It fascinated Harvey how the conversation was continuous, both of them still able to find new stories constantly. He finds himself unconsciously comparing his relationship with Donna to every other one he had. Zoe, Scottie, and even way before them. No one compared to her, she was on a different level, playing in the major league while the others barely made it to the minor league.
After dinner, Harvey put the movie in the DVD player, noticing Donna's legs covered with goose bumps. He went to his room and grabbed one of his sweatshirts and a blanket from the closet. "Here. You're cold" he said handing her the sweatshirt. "Thanks Harvey" she said smiling, sliding it over her head, his perfume haunting her right away. He sat, spreading the blanket over both of them, as she naturally shifted closer to him, and they shared a bucket of ice cream. Donna couldn't stop squealing every time Guillaume Canet appeared. "He's so freaking handsome" she kept repeating, Harvey growing a bit jealous. "I'm way more handsome" he finally pouted, causing Donna to let out an "Awww. Don't be jealous Harvey. Sometimes you can't have it all", she teased leaning on his shoulder. Harvey laughed and raised his arm, lightly wrapping it around her arm, bringing her head closer, resting it on the top of his torso.
The movie ended , Donna glad that Harvey enjoyed it. "I mean I'm sure what's his face actor is why you love it that much, but it's pretty good" he commented, Donna rolling her eyes. "Whatever. I should go home" she stated, noticing how cozy they were, her hand on his stomach, his fingers drawing patterns on her arm, and catching locks of her hair for a few seconds before letting go. She started to stand up, rotating her shoulder. "Does it hurt you?" he asked, noticing her wincing. "A bit. It's probably from the effort today" she explained. "Let me give you a massage" he suggested. "No it's fine, I really should get going" she said, unable to imagine his touch on her skin.
"Come on, it won't take too long. I'll drop you home after that" he insisted. He took her silence as a yes, leading her to the bedroom. "Where are we going?" she said, terrified from the thoughts in her mind. "Lay down on the bed, it'll feel much better" he explained, as she looked at him with confused eyes. She did as he said, ignoring the warning voice in her head. "Take off the sweatshirt and top" he said, his voice trembling at the realization of what he would be seeing and how hard it will be to act appropriately. He finally saw the black laced bra he had been wondering about all day, as she took off her top, lying on the stomach.
Harvey sat on the bed, trying to find the ideal posture. He finally sat on his knees, appreciating the view in front of him. Donna's fiery hair was spread on the white sheets, her perfectly shaped back covered with freckles. He felt her body tighten when he touched her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Relax" he whispered, his voice and the motion of his hand sending shivers down her spine. Donna gradually started relaxing, as Harvey struggled not to kiss every freckle on her skin. She let out a moan followed by a "God Harvey", making Harvey smile. "I get that a lot" he gloated. "Harvey I swear if I wasn't relaxing I would hit you right now. Shut up and keep working" she warned, a smile recognizable in her voice. "Yes ma'm" he answered
The sounds she was making started to fade, Harvey only realizing a few minutes later that she had fallen asleep. He looked at her, wondering whether she would be angry if he leaves her asleep. He decided she looked too peaceful to be bothered; he would sleep on the couch. He delicately pulled the covers from under her and covered her, making sure she wouldn't be cold at night. Just as he was walking out of the bedroom, he heard her voice.
"Harvey" she called "Stay" she whispered so low he thought he was imagining it.
"What?" he asked, unsure. "Stay" she repeated faintly, moving to make room for him on the bed and pulling him from his hand when she felt his indecision. Harvey slid in the bed next to Donna, her body shifting towards him, as he fought hard not to stare at a topless Donna. He heard her lightly snoring, smiling at how he will tease her about it the next morning. He finally falls asleep, Donna by his side, her hand on his stomach, her perfume on his skin.
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