Hey! I'm sorry it took me a while to update; I've been on a camping adventure for a couple of days. This is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy reading it, I sure loved writing it. Don't forget to review! Enjoy.

Harvey opened the door to his condo, letting Donna pass, before following her and turning the lights on. A comfortable silence dominated the atmosphere, as Donna took her heels off, and Harvey rested his suit jacket on the back of a chair. "I'm just going to grab something to wear" she said, walking with extreme familiarity into his bedroom. He nodded and undid the buttons of the shirt around his wrist, folding the arms up. She joined him quickly, wearing one of his t-shirts, and walked towards him, her hands reaching for his tie. The corner of his mouth tucked in a smile, as his eyes went from her hands untying the knot, to her pulpous lips. "You look good" he whispers, as her hand accidently touches his neck. She shrugs carelessly, "that's old news", unable to suppress a shy smile. He laughs then, and she's glad to see him smile, as she pops the first button of his shirt, before she slides her hands on his torso. "But you look like you need food, so what are we cooking tonight?" she says cheerfully, walking towards the kitchen, Harvey following her closely.

"There's this meal, my dad used to make it all the time, I used to help him sometimes, but I've never tried it" he explained. She nods, trying to not to give too much importance to how he was opening up. "It's steak au poivre, with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes" he specifies, her eyebrows rising in surprise. "Ouw, French! Okay, what do you need me to do?" she asks, as she starts raising her hair in a loose bun. "Start cutting the vegetables, and I'll start working on the steak, I just need-"he stopped in the middle of the sentence, looking at her struggling with her hair, the hem of her panties showing now and then. He smiles unconsciously at her, acknowledging how adorable she looked. She raised her head at his silence, giving him a questioning look. "What?" she asks, not quite sure why he had stopped. "Nothing" he says, unable to stop smiling. He felt like an idiot now, looking at a very confused Donna. "No what? Is there something on my face? Say it Specter!" she warned, her hand touching her face. "You just look extremely cute battling with your hair like this" he confesses, the red creeping up her face not escaping his sight. "I'm going to say something and I'm only going to say it once, sometimes, yes sometimes, the great Donna Paulsen is too clumsy to do anything" she confesses in return, throwing her hands on her sides in defeat.

"Come here" he said, as she looked at him with a terrified look."Come here, I'm not going to kill you" he repeated, and she started walking to him. His hands reached for her hair, as she stated firmly: "You can't do a bun! My hair is extremely difficult". She felt his fingers sliding through her hair, massaging the scalp of her head, as her neck bent a little bit back, enjoying the feel of his touch on her. She closed her eyes, only now realizing how much his touch affected her. By the time she opened her eyes, he was done and she touched her hair to find that he had perfectly tied. She looked at him with surprise: "Wow that's-" she started before he cut her. "Amazing? Yes I can be pretty amazing" he gloated. "Oh shut up, it only makes me wonder if that's what you and Mike spend your time doing" she teases. "Mike?" he asked in disbelief, "please, you would be crying if he even touched your hair. That goddamned kid is so clumsy…" he continued. "You see? I knew you've tried" she keeps teasing, as the laugh from his mouth finally reached his eyes.

They washed their hands and started working apart, each one focusing on his task. While Donna was cutting the vegetables, she started singing: "Didn't I make you feel, like you were the only man?" Harvey looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Janis Joplin? Really?" he asked, as she thinks she hears a tone of disappointment in his voice. She shrugs, silently continuing to cut the vegetables. "Come on, come on, come on" he starts, a smile growing big on his face.

"Didn't I make you feel, like you were the only man? Didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can? Honey you know I did!" she sings with such sass that he thinks his heart is melting by the minute. They continued in unison: "I want you to come on, come on, come on, and take it! Take another piece of my heart now baby yeah! Break another little piece of my heart". "We sound pretty good" he said proudly, looking at her. "Are you kidding me? Everything we do is amazing" she huffs, and he laughs as he teases her: "I see you've earned a place at the Harvey Specter university of gloating". "I've had the best teacher" she winks naughtily at him.

By the time Donna finished preparing the vegetables and mashed potatoes, she looked over to find Harvey passionately doing the sauce for the steak. "Do you just throw ingredients there without measuring?" she asks, walking towards him impressed. He nods, before he asks her: "Do you know what my dad used to say the secret ingredient was?" He raises his eyes to meet hers. "No, what is it?" she asks curiously. "Love" he simply answers, stirring the content of the pan, his eyes not leaving hers. "He used to tell me that I'll be cooking this meal for my wife and kids one day. I guess that's another thing for him to be disappointed at" he said sadly. "Harvey d-" Donna started, but he stopped her, clearly not wanting to talk about it. "Come, taste this", he says, holding the spoon up to her mouth. She tastes it, and he waits for her response, before she finally admits: "This is delicious Harvey". His hand rises to her mouth, his index wiping the corner of her mouth, before licking it. "Delicious indeed" he flirts. "You've got the love Harv" she says, smiling at him. "I think I do" he smiles back, the double meaning of his words caught by her.

They both sat at the table, eating a talking about the firm, with Donna being the biggest gossip source in the building. When they finished, they crashed on the couch, before Harvey excused himself. "I'll be right back" he said. He came back a minute later, holding a big box, and Donna adjusted her seat as he put it on the floor beneath her. He grabbed a vinyl disc from the box, gently whipping off the dust, before putting it on. It was a record of his dad playing on the saxophone 'Cry me a river' by Ella Fitzgerald. As soon as she heard the music, goose bumps invaded her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she looked at Harvey who sat right next to her, his eyes closed. She wonders whether he was trying to imagine his father playing, and she wishes she knew how to soothe his pain.

He opens his eyes to find her big eyes staring at him, worried. "I'm fine Donna" he says, sadness in his eyes, as he sipped from his whiskey glass. She looked at the box to find albums, and she grabbed the first one, going through it."Oh my God!" she shouts, at the sight of mini Harvey. He was, hands down, the cutest kid she'd seen. Gordon showed her some pictures once, but nothing compared to this one. He was on his father's arms, in what seems to be a cold month, wearing a bonnet on his head, with a few escaping strands of hair. His small nose was red, with that same Specter smile. He moves closer to her, and she snuggles against him as she continues shuffling through them. She needed to stop, falling for him ever harder with every picture, but she couldn't, and she loved how Harvey told her a story about every single picture. That was it, that's how it felt like to have Harvey completely open up. It felt amazing and terrifying; she was terrified because she didn't know what will come next, because she never thought she would be able to care about someone that much, ever. Yet here she was, listening to him telling her stories about his childhood, the first time he cut himself, the first word he'd ever said, and it felt pretty damn amazing.

"Slow dance with me Donna" he suddenly says, standing up. She looks at him confused, unsure whether they should go there again, especially after the way they danced in Vegas. He was offering his hand, and she takes willingly, as he helps her up and pulls her close to him.

What is for real, what is false?

All of us seem to be caught in a waltz

Turning around, turning again

When will the dancing ever end?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you thing. I know I'm making you wait a bit for the letter, but it's coming I promise.

Waiting for your reviews,

-G