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Some M rated themes. Might move it to M, but it gets lost and doesn't come up in the Suits stream. Thankyou to everyone who's reviewed on the first chapter.

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FIRE – By Atheniandream

Chapter 2

"But it keeps on coming,

And I stop,

But it keeps on coming,

And I just stand still,

But it keeps on coming,

And I," – 'The Sun' ~ The Naked and Famous

"Rachel, I need to talk to you." Her words are close to her friend's ear as she watches passers-by in the hall.

"What? What is it?" Rachel says, excitement peeking in her voice.

"Outside, five minutes. Bring a coat." She replies, almost trotting past her friend.

She was still worried she would run into Harvey, or that he would call and ask where she was. She assumed that it was obvious, that of course he wouldn't call. She wouldn't answer anyway, and at least out on the sidewalk, their conversation was no one's business but their own; but either way keeping it all in was not an option right now.

She notices Rachel tottering towards her, her coat wrapped around her as she hugged her own.

"What is it? You've never needed to get out of the office before?" Rachel says, tying her belt around her in the process, her brown eyes wide and waiting.

"Let's walk, shall we?" Donna suggests, her pace quickening.

"Donna…you're scaring me. What's going on?" She says, trying to keep up with her friend.

"I don't even know how to say this, without it coming out wrong?" She begins, slowing.

"Is it about Stephen?"

"No. Well…okay; Harvey and I had a fight," Donna says, her gaze flitting.

"About Stephen?"

She nods to her friend, her attention catching as they meander between the sidewalk traffic. "And I just… went to the bathroom, you know, to just take a minute,"

"Like you do."

"Like you do…only, Harvey followed me, locked the door…"

She's not surprised that Rachel halts, pulling her out onto the less busy section of the path.

"Then what happened? Donna what happened?" She presses.

She watches Rachel piece together her thought as her own face squirms at the possibility of words.

"No… Did you have sex with Harvey in the women's bathroom? Donna?"

"I wouldn't really say 'having sex', was what happened. He," She gestures vaguely, the words seeming too taboo to even admit to, 'me. Up against the wall. Hard. Fucked me. There… I said it." She finished. It was possible that there was no real way to delicately describe what just happened.

"Oh my god. What was he thinking?" She asked, her mouth opening and closing.

"I dunno; maybe if he gave me the best orgasm of my life then I might not find the need to continue things with – did I just say that?" She says, double checking herself.

"'Best orgasm of your life'? Yes you did."

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god." Rachel repeats.

"Oh my god."

"What are you gonna do?" She asks the red head.

"I've not gotten to the worst part,"

"There's a worst part?"

"After we…"

"Finished?" Rachel offers,

"Good word; he told me to end things with Stephen. And then he just, stormed out."

"Are you going to?" She asks, the scandal in her voice as plain as the light of day.

"I guess I have to,"

"You don't have to. How do feel?" Rachel presses.

"A bit tingly still, maybe even a little numb."

"I meant about everything. But, nice to know you enjoyed yourself." She hides the smile at Donna's words.

"Rachel… this is Harvey. HARVEY." She gestures, earning a look from a casually interested passer-by, as they turn away to avoid him.

"Have you considered that maybe… he is in love with you?"

"No. Don't say it, even it's true, I don't need to hear it… No, this is just about jealousy. He's just jealous…because my attention's not on him. Men are basically toddlers, and he is no different from the rest of him."

"Donna," Her friend warns, earning a look of kempt frustration mixed in understanding.

"I can't. We can't, Rachel. There's too much going on at work. Too much to lose. It's not like you and Mike,"

"What are you going to say to him?"

"Nothing. For now…to either of them. I just need to… think."

She ignores the piteous look her friend gives her.

She'd been staring out of her cubicle and into the hall for ten minutes, the anticipation too much to bare.

She needs to go to the file room.

The file room, had previously been a danger area. A no-go.

Now it was most definitely off limits.

She suddenly checked herself, remembering that she may fall of kilter when it comes to Harvey, but in everything else she is top of her game. She stands, straightening her skirt as she takes the file and all but marches into the file room.

It's quiet, eerily so.

Maybe it was her imagination, the tension of the past few hours keeping her on edge still. She reached for the file popping it lightly into the top tray as she scoured the options on the console for what she wanted.

"I'm starting to get jealous of that copier. It does get a lot of your attention."

She straightens, hearing his dulcet tone as she looks to see him swagger towards her.

"You're in the doghouse, Huntley." She says firmly; the playful edges of her voice still peeking out through her steely resolve.

"What have I done? I'll apologise immediately," He pretends to look wounded. She still hasn't figured out if it's genuine emotion hidden in humour, or arrogance and flippancy.

"Scottie?" She offers, the word hard and deliberate in her mouth.

"What?" He replies, his face confused at the star trek reference.

"Dana Scott? Your fiancé. Why didn't you tell me?" She says. She doesn't sound as hurt as she'd expected to be.

His face hardens then, the lines sharpening in his softer features. "Who told you?" He asks. It occurs to her that he already knows the answer.

"Harvey,"

"I didn't want it to get in the way." He argues, his voice soft.

"What do you know about Scottie?" She asks.

The question seems out of the blue to him; but she isn't about to throw Harvey under the bus. Not in a million...

"Dana? She was my fiancé. Or at least, I proposed to her. We were together for two years. She left me for Harvey. Gossip in the pipeline is they were screwing behind my back for a year."

"Why are you really here?" She fires.

"What?" He asks, confused once more.

"If you assumed that, then why did you make a beeline for me? You had it in your mind before you'd even gotten off of the plane, that you were going to ask me out."

"No, not until I saw you. I heard all about you. Secretaries. They talk. You know that."

"But still, don't you think going after me, challenging Harvey to a race, all of that, would make for a pretty convoluted situation. With you, me, Harvey and Scottie?"

"I like you. I enjoy our arrangement." He says. By the look on his face he isn't lying. How about that…

"Something tells me that arrangement will be changing." She says, the words hard and unyielding.

"Why's that?" He asks, his words careful as he walks to stand a little nearer.

"Because, Harvey was right. You're getting back at him through me. And I was stupid enough not to notice." Finally the venom is out. She'd slap him but somehow she feels over it. Even without reminders of Harvey all over her, still making her ache.

"I like you. It's not a lie. I didn't lie when I said I'd be here for six weeks and I didn't lie when I said I wanted something fun. You agreed. I thought we were clear."

"Well then it's just convenient that in screwing me, you also get to slowly screw Harvey."

"Donna, I,"

"And here's a little bit of information for you. He never knew about you until after they slept together."

"What?" The bell is ringing then, his face taking on a clarity.

"Scottie told him before she left, that she was getting married. He immediately felt betrayed by her. It ruined them, and Harvey wasn't willing to be with someone who made him treat you like that."

"I didn't…"

It's the first time he looks honestly broken. But she's not finished now, now that he's awoken that part of her.

She turns slightly, taking her file from the copier. "And another thing. When she came to me, to tell me that she was in love with Harvey; I helped her try and get him back. Because that's what I'd do for him."

Her eyes lingered on him until she made it to the door.

The truths were finally out.

She tried not to let the consciousness at having possibly broken a man's plan get to her...

When she returned to her desk,

there he was.

She watched him lingering by the window; a basketball moving between his hands. Her stomach tightened and against that a little spark hit her groin in muscle memory. It was exposing, feeling like this out in the hall. She avoided his gaze and sat down in her chair, pushing the files together as her hand slapped down on the stapler. She glanced at the clock on her computer that read 5:45pm. She still had so much time left until she could-

"Donna, can you come in here for a sec?"

His low voice made her stomach curl and her hair stand on end as it came through the intercom. It was a completely over the top reaction for something she'd heard time and time again. She slowly rose, gliding into his office.

"Donna I-"

She interrupted him, sensing his tone.

"I don't want to talk about it here. Okay?" She said firmly, her head tilting slightly when he smirked at her interrupting.

"Okay." He said.

"I told Stephen. About you and Scottie. That you didn't know. You were right; he was trying to get back at you...through me."

She watches as he takes a moment over it; processing what that means. "Did you end it?" He asks, an almost-demand in his voice.

"I think he got the memo." She says.

He smirks once more, turning the ball in his hands, before placing it on the stand.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" He starts, until she interrupts once more.

"Ah! I don't need you to… let's just not. Okay? This," She gestures around herself, "Is work. Just work. I don't want to…mix the two."

"Didn't stop you with Stephen…"

It's an oddly harsh thing for him to say considering all that she's given him.

"That's because he wasn't my boss, Harvey." She said, looking poignantly at him.

It seems to be enough, and he backs off, his face evening out.

"Good point. You wanna go for a drink?" He asks simply.

"You want to leave work early?" She questions.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.

"No." The word falls out of her mouth with a thud.

"Why, not?" He frowns, pushing himself from leaning to standing.

"Because…No, Harvey." She grins, the disbelief that he actually thought he could get to her again if he wanted to evident in her face.

His mouth twitches; her refusal seeming to entertain him somewhat. "Come on. I promise to keep my hands to myself,"

"We both know you get handsy when you've had a drink. No." She smiles, even at her stubborn refusal.

"Don't you trust me?" He asks, his head tilting.

"Of course I do. Just not with us."

"Why not?" He looks hurt when he asks.

"Because you'll do anything to get your own way."

"Now, is that such a bad thing? Was it…such a bad thing?" He asks. He looks sexy. She tries not to acknowledge the fact,

Because she knows exactly what he's asking.

She straightens, her face nonchalant.

"A lady never tells… Do you need anything else tonight? Office related, of course."

"No. Take the night off." He says, his head bowing.

She nods, a smile lingering on her lips as she turns on her heel to exit. She doesn't want to look back like she usually does to make a point. She knows he's watching her this time, and probably in a different way than he ever has before.

They've ultimately changed the playing field. At least they'd spent 11 years trying to stop it from happening. Could be a record… a small victory.

'What do you want?

What do you want from us?

To ask you this much

It's a matter of trust,

Not an affront,

What do you want?'

~ 'What do you want' ~ By Gotye

"Hi, Karl, this is Harvey Specter, I got your message," He says into the receiver as he relaxes into the sofa, idly running his hands down the length of his black tie. Something catches in his ear as he listens to the man on the end of the phone; may be a door, possibly the apartment underneath him.

He's proved wrong when he watches Donna gliding down his hallway.

He watches her coat fall to the floor in a pile,

Sees her unbutton the front clasp of her dress, throwing it into the air as it dances, a cloud of fabric falling heavily onto his carpet,

Until she's standing right in front of him,

In nothing but lingerie, (A pale peach)

Louboutins, (He'd notice that red stripe anywhere)

Tumbling Fire Red hair,

And a wanton smirk.

"Karl, something's…come up. Can I call you tomorrow morning and I'll have something for you by then?" He says, watching her eyebrow twitch as her hands rest on her hips, an obvious impatience growing within her. He hangs up immediately, tossing the phone into a sofa cushions.

"Donna…?" He asks, the question airy and playful.

"Do I have to ask?" She says taking a step forward, her eyes darker than he's ever seen.

"Well…you've changed your mind." He notes, looking her up and down.

"What can I say, a girl's got to eat," She says, grinning predatorily.

"Is this payback?" He asks, completely taken with her.

She's flippant, and reacts against it. "You know what, if you're not interested I can just go find Stephen..." She says, whipping around on her heel with a huff.

He's up in the flash of a second, his hand on her arm as he spins her back around and into him; her breath catching as their chests meet.

"Don't play with me, Donna." He says, a darkness in the command.

"I'm not. But I'm not going to be told who I can't date if there's nothing in it from me, Harvey. I have needs, you know. Needs which you were more than happy to bring up to discuss with me-" Her words are interrupted as his finger silences her.

The same one he'd made her lick earlier. He's almost sardonic, and definitely wicked.

"What's the sudden change about?" He says, the words serious and level. He wants a real answer.

"Harvey. You screwed me, demanded I break it off with Stephen, and then left,"

"I tried to apologise,"

"I need more than that. And I'm getting cold." She says, shuffling.

"Is this what you're like with him?" He asks.

"Like what?" She frowns, that fire of objection igniting within her.

"So…demanding."

"He was happy to give in, actually. He didn't seem to find it such a problem."

"Donna," He protests, looking at her like she's crazy.

"This was a bad idea," She says, making a move to leave again. This time his hands are on her hips and neither them nor her seem to be moving.

"Donna just…give me a second, okay? You forget; I've never seen you like this before." He says, his fingers playing along the lace edge of her thong.

His words are disarming, because she's suddenly standing like she's completely exposed and it has nothing with what she isn't wearing.

"And…?" She demands, pouting.

"And I can't believe I never noticed what he picked up on in a second."

"Well, you're incredibly narcissistic, so,"

"Am I?" He says, interested as his eyes wandering down the length of her body.

"Oh my god, Harvey; I know you date Maxim covers, but Stephen would have been getting to the finale by now." She says, frustrated as she flips her hair.

"I'm not Stephen. And I like to…take my time." He says, so self-assured.

"Really?" The sarcasm is deep and guttural in her voice at their actions earlier in the day.

"That was an exception." He says, matching the challenge in her stance.

"What, Harvey?" She says, when she sees his unreadable expression. "What, now?"

"I just… I really wanted to take your clothes off myself." He says. There's an unmistakable purr in his disappointed tone that lights her up like Hiroshima. She fights the urge to punch and ravish him in one thought and still keep it to herself.

"I wanted to make sure I had your full…attention." She manages, her tone dimpling at the end. He's a pro at his, she hadn't realised how out of practise she was with someone who knew her.

"Can you do a back-bend from standing?" He suddenly asks.

"What?"

"Trust me. Can you?"

"I do yoga twice a week Harvey…?"

"In those heels?"

"What do you think…" Her tongue appears between her teeth, igniting her interest.

"Okay," He says, his hands tightening around her waist as he pulls her against him. "Put your legs either side of mine, and whatever you do, keep them there. Okay?" He demands, the trust in his features as he kisses her. The kiss is long and somehow oddly chaste against their earlier ones. His lips move to her chin, then her jaw, peppering slow, wet kisses all the way down her jaw until he stops at her left shoulder. "Lean back. And just remember to catch yourself."

She frowns, a crease forming in her brow as she leans her head back. She's taken off guard when his hips buck against hers; his lips pinching a kiss on the top of her breast as his hands flick the clasp of her bra open. She pauses, when she lets the heavy wired bra fall to the floor, her chest tightening a little, until he mumbles "Relax," into the valley between her breasts, his hand flattening against back, supporting her. It's only when he sucks a nipple into his mouth and it sends a shiver from her toes to her teeth that she thinks he might just be an evil genius, and lets her hands massage his scalp before he encourages her backward all the more and her hands dart back in preparation to catch herself. His tongue swirls around her belly button just at the moment that her hands reach the floor and it feels like forever; she feels so heady, so sensitive to the touch as his tongue trails along the hem of her thong, his teeth catching at her hip bone, sending a moan through her chest.

"Harvey…" She moans, as the kitchen - upside down – comes into view.

"You okay over there?" He asks, running a hand up her stomach, the heel of his hand pushing against the muscles there.

"For now," She breathes, the breath hitching as she feels the silk of her thong down her legs and buries the urge to kick it off into his apartment. Like a gentleman he unhooks it, throwing it past her and onto the kitchen counter. She nearly laughs out and loses her balance altogether.

When she thinks she knows what's coming next, she braces herself, taking a long deep breath, until she feels his tongue snake up her ankle, along the sharp bone of her shin and a light bite on the skin of her knee, before doing the same to the other leg.

He's teasing her,

And he knows he's good at it, the bastard…

When he finally reaches her inner thighs, she's already mentally screaming out for him to just fuck her, so much so that when his lips finally start to work against her, she feels herself start to buckle, and he takes one of her legs and places it over his shoulder, holding it with his arm. The angle is enough for her breath to come in short sharp gasps, as her hips quiver and he takes the second leg; all the while still focused on the task at hand.

"I," Is all she can manage as the pressure builds, a sporadic, high-pitched 'Hhu' of his name coming out as he changes the rhythm, faster and faster until her hips jerk and writhe in his hands. Her arms splay out, pushing against the smooth wood of the floor until her top half collapses, and he gently lowers the rest of her to the floor, watching her gasp to catch her breath.

For a second she's frozen, half in shock and half buzzing from the pressure of it all…

"Where did you learn how to…you know what, I don't want to know." She finally says, her palm slapping against the hardwood.

"You really don't," He agrees and smiles, bending over to press a kiss on her stomach. Out of everything, it feels the most alien and yet the most nurturing thing he's done to her all day.

She remains on the ground, her legs getting slightly numb under her as she looks around her view of the apartment, mostly sharp white angles and glowing light fixtures, until he hovers over her and the light turns to dark, his hard features looking at her, intrigued.

"Most people buckle before that," He says, sounding impressed.

"I'm not most people." She says, straightening out.

"No. You're not," He muses, his lips merging with hers in a way that's so kinky she can't even describe.

He rolls over, laying on the ground beside her looking very pleased with himself.

"Wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face," She says, a smile peeking into her own features.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

She rolls her eyes at that, a conscious thought of just how naked she is. Once more, the exposed one out of the two of them.

"Why am I always the naked one?" She asks, accusation heavy in her voice.

"You weren't naked earlier,"

"Then why does it feel like it's gonna be theme?" She accuses once more.

"Be careful what you wish for." He says, his eyebrow cocking at her playfully. It makes her smile like a little girl so she quickly looks away to the other side, hiding it as it grows all the more.

"So," She says, matching his gaze once more with one much more even. "I'm naked. What are we going to do about that?" She offers, the devilish insinuation in her eyes.

"I think it's a great look for you…especially with the heels…"

"We're not in a Robert Palmer video, Harvey."

He quickly springs to his feet, offering a hand to her. She frowns, once again completely unsure what he has in mind. It's unnerving to her to find him so guarded still. She can't read him like this and she doesn't know why. When she comes to standing she finds herself shuffling in front of him, her hands folded against her chest. There's a question in her eyes and he knows it. There's a comedy routine between them, but somehow she's coming out the loser as she's still standing in her birthday suit.

He pulls at his tie, throwing it over to where her thong is dangling precariously, and starts to undo the buttons of his shirt as he smirks at her. She moves in to help, until he gives her a look, a hand coming up to stop her and she halts in frustration. He pulls off his shirt, and walks around her. She anticipates the obvious and holds her arms out behind her as he slides it on; happy when it touches enough of her thigh, and starts to button it. Somehow she's not surprised when he's standing in front of her, his hands invading hers and taking over the remaining few buttons, his lips finding hers until he pulls back to look at his handiwork with a smile.

"Wow, you'd think that wasn't the first time you've done up a man's shirt. Something to own up to?" She jibes, waiting for his reaction.

It's priceless and he's somehow amused by the insinuation. "Been imagining me and Mike, huh?"

"Darby, actually. I hear he likes them young." She plays. They both know Darby is untempered with his subtle interest in him. She's made more than one joke since the firms merged.

"All the boys and girls take a shine to me." He says, an arrogance reaching his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Especially in the vest, Footloose."

"You know I got the moves. And it was chilly this morning." He replies, satisfied with his answer.

"That's a good point; I never have seen your nipples at work."

"Likewise."

She laughs then, gliding around in her heels to pick up her things that are still scattered around his apartment. He stands on the spot, watching her. It's only when she's finished, plonking her pile of things on a nearby chair that she catches his confused gaze pointed at her.

"What?" She asks, shrugging.

"Where are you going?"

She frowns, "Home? We have work tomorrow."

He processes the information, walking over to her. "You may have done that before with… but…" He pauses, and the possible ends of his sentence run through her head.

"I was hoping you'd stay." He finally says, the words quiet but no less audible. His eyes seem to mean it.

She pauses, her face unreadable.

She's completely thrown.

It was either the most or least successful booty call in the history of forever…

"I…" She says, her mouth falling open.

'With our eyes wide open we…

We walk the plank with our eyes wide open…'

So this is the end of the story,

Everything we had,

Everything we did,

There may be a cliff-hanger to every chapter. I'm sorry, it was the devil in me ;-)