A/N: Hey again, here I come with the third chapter. Thank you to those who leave reviews or comments on Twitter, you really make me smile and I'm glad you're enjoying this :)
Just a little note here: this chapter is M rated.
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"I'll pick you up to go to dinner and I won't take no for an answer." Harvey texts Donna, half an hour before the dinner that Mike had invited them to.
Donna smiles like a fool, reading the message on her phone screen. Mike was out a week ago, and while they hadn't dared to talk about the pink elephant in the room yet, they had been flirting openly.
"And how could I refuse?" she texts him back.
A huge smile is drawn on Harvey's lips as he reads her answer. He really doesn't know if he will be able to endure another day. "I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"Perfect!"
Donna leaves her cell phone aside to finish with her makeup, and 5 minutes before the agreed time with Harvey, she is ready. Her chosen outfit is an emerald green dress that Harvey had given her. He had represented an emerging and very wealthy designer for a few years, and in his own words, he saw that dress in his atelier and bore her name. And she can't think of any better outfit for tonight other than something Harvey had given her.
Harvey waits for her standing next to Ray's car and he's very sure that his jaw dropped for a moment as he saw her approaching him. That Donna chose that dress makes him choke on his own emotions. In addition, it was always his favorite color in her. The way emerald green stands out with her milky skin and fiery red hair takes his breath away every time.
He gentlemanly extends his hand to her, and she smiles, resting her hand on his. "You're beautiful." He murmurs in a raspy voice that Donna feels rumbling inside her. "This dress." He still murmurs, getting closer to her.
"Do you like it?" she smirks.
"Yeah, I guess I have good taste." He replies with a goofy smile and, surprising Donna, he gives her a sweet kiss on her cheek. And Donna is grateful that he is still holding her hand because she is sure that her whole body trembles as she feels Harvey's lips against her skin.
She gently turns her head until their noses gently rub. "Yeah, I really think you have it." She murmurs with a shy smile.
He smirks, and after squeezing her hand, he releases her and opens the car's door. "Shall we?"
Donna nods with a beautiful smile on her face and Harvey moves to let her into the car. He closes the door and gets in the car on the opposite side.
And that's the second time their hands have joined over that seat. This time, Harvey wraps his hand around Donna's, and his thumb brushes absently across her knuckles.
Silence goes with them to their chosen dinner site, and when they arrive, Harvey moves quickly enough to open the door for Donna, giving her his hand to come down.
"Will you be this gentleman all night?" Donna asks in her voice a few octaves lower than normal, squeezing his hand.
"For now, yes."
She frowns. "For now?"
Harvey gets closer to her only a little. "At some point, I'd like to stop being a gentleman with you." He murmurs in her ear, his breath hitting Donna's neck. And it's that feeling, along with Harvey's words, that gives rise to a spark from the base of her spine, making her choke on her own breathing.
"I think I'd like that," Donna responds, whispering and this time it's she who turns her head and gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which leaves Harvey disarmed.
"Good to know," he says with a mischievous smile, still feeling the traces of her lips on his cheek while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, enjoying her smile as he does it.
Neither of them says anything more. They just let go of their hands and head inside the restaurant. Their friends are already inside and have no chance to decide. They must sit next to each other.
The dinner happens in the middle of some somewhat emotional moments, but also of many laughs and a couple of shared bottles of wine. Well, or that's what happens over the table. Because underneath, Donna and Harvey have missed no opportunity to keep their knees together and to put their hands on their thighs or to join their hands and caress each other foolishly with their fingers.
Their willpower, their ability to keep the desire and love they feel for each other inside that pressure cooker, had clearly reached the limit. Mike is out now, right in front of them, and they simply can no longer get their rational mind to control their most instinctive part. They had spent more than a decade doing everything they could to avoid the magnetic force with which their bodies attracted each other, and they can no longer do so.
Needless to say, they both know how this night will end.
After dessert, Mike raises his glass, proposing a toast.
"I want to make a toast to all of you because if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have endured inside there, and because, thanks to you, the time was shorter," Mike says and they all rise their glasses with a smile. Rachel wraps Mike's nape, to make him turn and kiss him and Donna must close her eyes for a second, to endure the desire to do the same with Harvey. This week of flirting and particularly tonight, full of touches, looks, and whispered words, had her hormones so crazy that by god, she needed to feel him, with her whole body. While their friends seem to be very entertained kissing, Harvey runs his hand behind Donna's chair, so he can put his warm hand on her lower back. The dress reveals a part of her skin and she closes her eyes to feel his hand on her skin, a soft humming choke coming out of her lips.
"I've been wanting to do this all dinner," Harvey murmurs, getting closer slightly to her. Either way, he's sure Mike and Rachel aren't listening.
"It's nice." She replies, looking at him with a pleasant smile on her lips, as she slides her hand from his knee to his thigh.
"This is nice too," he must also drown out a hum when he feels her hand going up his thigh and both disguise by drinking some of their drink.
After that, they stay a little longer and Mike and Rachel are the first to leave the place. Donna and Harvey, in a silent crossing of looks, decide not to go out with them. They don't want to explain and certainly prefer to be alone.
While Harvey is putting on his jacket, Donna makes sure to have all her stuff inside her purse and turns to him. "Tonight, you will accept the drink you refused that night?" she asks, determined to move forward.
Donna watches as a mischievous smile appears on Harvey's lips, while his pupils get darkened. "Yes, I will."
"Good," she responds, biting the side of her lower lip.
Harvey doesn't continue the conversation. He only puts his hand on Donna's back, in the same place where he had done it a few minutes ago, and pushes her gently, so that she walks and he can walk behind her.
When they get to the door, they realize that there is a pretty intense storm outside, and they have to run, laughing, to Ray's car, where they get soaked. Their hands meet again, but after a few minutes Donna begins to shiver, so Ray turns on the heater and Harvey puts his arm around her shoulders, not pretty sure if it's going to help since he's also drenched, but the feel of Donna settling against his body feels too good to question anything. He kisses her on the forehead, with which he feels how she loosens up even more and smiles. Being in Harvey's arms floods her with a sense of peace that she would like to keep forever.
Upon arriving at the building where Donna lives, they both say goodbye to Ray and must run again, because the rain has worsened in the last few minutes.
They must share the elevator, so they climb in silence, fighting the dichotomy of their bodies right now: they feel frozen by the rain, but burned by the fact of knowing what is about to happen.
They haven't even finished closing the door to Donna's apartment, as she pounces on him, wrapping him around the neck with her arms—just as she had done a few months ago in this very place—so that she could kiss him after what seemed like an eternity. Harvey smirks against her lips, surrounding her waist and drawing her against his body, grateful that she gives him access to her mouth, so he can curl his tongue with hers, as Donna takes off her heels.
"And the drink?" Harvey asks, laughing when he separates a little so he can breathe.
She also laughs. "You said you couldn't wait for me to kiss you again. And the truth is, neither do I." She pants, placing her forehead against his.
"Donna–" he exhales, stroking her hips with his thumbs.
She smirks. "I know. We've been through a lot, but we're here," she murmurs, moving her fingers over his jaw.
He grins. "We did it."
"We did." She murmurs against his lips and kisses him again, pushing him towards the bathroom.
"As far as I can remember, your room isn't in this direction." He says, still stuck to her lips.
"Do you remember?" she grins and bites his lower lip.
"Are you really asking that?" he giggles, squeezing her butt and pushing her even more against him, making her squeal. "There's no way I can forget about your body covered in whipped cream and strawberries." He growls, cornering her against a wall. And feeling his half-hard cock against her stomach, Donna can't help but moan on his lips.
"Well, now I'm completely wet, and I guess you like it as well." She says smugly, raising her left eyebrow and feeling him pushing his hips against her.
"I like you in every way." He growls, rejoining his lips with hers.
"It's good to know," she moans, squeezing his butt. "Come here." She raises her hands quickly until she grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and finishes directing him to the bathroom.
"I have to say, this is not what I was expecting."
She giggles. "And when did we do what was expected?"
"You're right, never."
"And I thought you didn't want to sleep in a wet bed."
"Oh, Ms. Paulsen. Are you inviting me to sleep here?"
"I am. It's time for you to stop being a gentleman."
Harvey smiles against her lips, but before kissing her, he spins her so that she faces the mirror. "I must say, I'm thinking of taking this dress from the day I gave it to you, but I never imagined how fucking sexy it could look on you all wet." He snores in her ear, moving his hands up her abdomen until he wraps his hands around her breasts and squeezes them.
"Then take it off at once." She begs, bringing her arm up behind him, to push his lips against her neck, as he presses his crotch against her ass.
"Donna–" he grunts as he pinches her nipples.
"We already waited too long." Harvey nods, because it's completely true and searches with his hands for the zipper of the dress, which is on the right side, and after struggling for a few seconds, he manages to start to lower it and takes the opportunity to caress her skin with his fingers as he undresses her. He perfectly remembers that she has tickles on the sides of her abdomen and he would be lying if he said that he doesn't want to tickle her there every day from the other time. "Harvey," she giggles.
He also giggles, crashing his nose against her skin. "I remember every single detail." He murmurs and goes up with kisses on her skin until he is again standing behind her.
"I know." She mutters.
Harvey smiles against her bare shoulder and, a little clumsy from the wetness of the dress making it catch on her skin, he slides it down, and can't help but groan when her breasts are bare. He does it again when he sees the lacy black panties Donna is wearing.
"Black," he grunts, pushing himself against her.
"You're not the only one who remembers every single detail." She responds with her dark gaze pinned to the mirror, watching as Harvey squeezes on her breasts and pinches her hard nipples.
"Do you have any whipped cream?" he asks with a silly smile and bites her earlobe.
She chuckles. "No, I don't." She responds and turns on her axis. "Maybe the next time?" she gasps, crushing her nose with his, looking for his jacket with her hands.
"Oh, you have no idea how many things I wanna make with you all the next few times." He responds, digging his fingers into the bare skin of her butt.
"I like the way you think, Specter." She murmurs against his lips. "But, now... I only have one question."
"Which one?" he asks and licks her lips.
"Will you let me take off your jacket this time?"
He laughs. "I will let you do everything you want to do to me."
Donna raises her eyebrow suggestively, as she slides his jacket down his arms, battling the moisture. "I have you at my feet, huh?"
"From the day I met you." He replies, raising his hands to her waist, squeezing her to make her giggle.
Donna smiles, completely proud of herself, as she brings her hands to the collar of his shirt, to unfasten the buttons. "Today is your lucky day," she says, smugly, stroking his chest with her nails.
"I don't have any doubt about it," he grunts and kisses her again.
Without separating their lips, Donna gets rid of her dress with her feet and finishes taking off his shirt, dragging her nails by his arms as she does. Then, taking no pause, unbuckle his belt and then his pants, and gloriously enjoy wrapping his hard cock with her hand and feeling him growling against her tongue. His pants fall on his feet, along with his underwear and while Donna works his cock with both hands, going up and down through all his hardness, he also gets rid of her underwear and drags his fingers through her increasingly wet pussy. The urgency of the reunion has made their bodies react too fast and they need a little previous stimulation, which only makes everything even hornier. Then, he sits her on the washbasin counter and finishes removing all his clothes, setting them aside with hers.
Before Harvey turns to her, she impatiently wraps him with her legs and then with her arms, forcing him closer to her. "I need you close," she murmurs, crashing him against her.
Harvey grins and sweetly kisses her. "I just was looking for a condom."
"I take the pill and I'm clean. I tested myself a while ago and haven't had sex afterward." Harvey giggles. "What?"
"You tested for this?"
She chuckles. "I did."
"I guess we had the same idea then because also tested myself and I'm clean as well." He responds, resting his throbbing cock against her already swollen and wet pussy.
"So, Harvey," she pants, with her forehead against his. "I need to feel you." Harvey wraps her nape with his hand, keeping their lips a few inches away, their breaths mingling with each other, while with his free hand, he begins to drag the head of his cock from top to bottom, between her folds. "Harvey," she whines, running her arms under his, placing her hands on his shoulder blades, bringing him a little closer to her. "Please," she exhales.
"Donna–" he murmurs, his voice raspy, reaching for her jaw with his fingers, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I don't want to leave here anymore." He says sweetly, feeling how all the blood in his body reaches his masculinity more and more urgently.
She smiles, in the middle of a deep sigh. "And I want you to stay here forever." She responds with a soft voice, feeling how a feeling of an increasingly intense tingling is born from the center of her body and extends through every part of her.
In response, Harvey catches her lips with his lips for a few seconds, until, without letting go of her face, he separates only enough to be able to look into her eyes as he penetrates her and to feel the most intimate union their bodies can experience, they both feel tears in their eyes and start giggling. It's not just the feeling of pleasure that envelops them, it's much more than that. It's the feeling that after a path that seemed to be eternal; they are home again.
"I love you, Harvey." She murmurs almost without thinking, effortlessly, simply because it's natural for her to love Harvey. She doesn't know how to be Donna without loving him, because loving him is a part of her. Her gaze fixed on his and her thumbs gently stroking the skin on his back.
Harvey smiles, as if she has just told him the most beautiful secret in the world, and strokes her swollen lips with his thumb as he watches a tear fall from her right eye. "I love you too, Donna." He responds also naturally because he no longer remembers what life was like without loving Donna. Still staring at her, his thumb catches her tear before it falls down her chin and kisses his own thumb, making her smile.
The cold of the rain has already been clearly behind, but there are indeed a bit of disastrous traces in Donna's hair, which is taking on a strange shape. And yet Harvey sees her more beautiful than ever. In every single way.
They have hardly done anything but take off their clothes, and Harvey hasn't moved inside her, but the two already feel very close to the edge. Everything feels too much. And neither is worried about it. Both know that then they will have more than enough time to do everything they want, and even more. So, Donna raises one of her hands to the back of his neck, to push him against her lips. "Fuck me, Harvey," she begs, pushing her hips against his.
Harvey caresses all over her face with his fingers and pulls out of her, to bury himself again with more force and growls when he sees the reflection in the mirror of how her back arches. He sways against her a few times, until Donna gives in, slumping back against his shoulder, pressing his chest deeper against hers with her hands. Harvey takes one of his hands behind her back, spreading his palm there, the other lower between her legs, and as he begins to tease her with his fingers, he feels her teeth dig into his shoulder. "Fuck, Donna," he growls against her temple, enjoying the image in the mirror and her pussy wrapping around his dick. He continues to move against her, as she pushes him with one of her feet down his butt, she panting against his shoulder and he against her hair. Their sweaty and tingling skin, their breathing agitated, their bodies colliding, and though they both feel every part of them completely devoted to pleasure, and though they are as physically united as they can be, Harvey asks for more, he needs more. "Please, look at me," Harvey groans in her ear, raising his hand to her hair, tangling his fingers into her scalp hair, gently turning her head toward him.
"I'm here," she responds, moaning softly, and straightens against the countertop of the washbasin, holding herself with one of her hands behind her.
"God, so beautiful." He growls and buries as deep as he can inside her, enjoying how her face transforms by hitting her just where she expected him to. Donna takes her free hand to her breasts, kneading them and playing with her nipples, to give herself more pleasure, but also to observe Harvey's eyes watching her actions with fascination. Harvey's thumb moves skillfully on her clitoris, while his other hand helps her hold one of her legs bent against the counter so that her pussy opens more to him, and for God's sake, none expected their reunion to be out of standing, and in a bathroom, but now they think it's perfect. Fucking her harder and harder, Harvey drops his forehead against hers and gasps an inch from her lips. "You feel amazing," he says with a choked voice, feeling her soaked pussy contracting around him.
She chuckles and licks his lips. "You feel amazing as well," she groans, and she pushes his butt with her foot, to feel him completely inside her again. Feeling as he stretches her completely and his balls crashing into her skin, she screams again and her back arches even more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whines.
He smirks. "You like it deeply, huh?"
She giggles. "I like it deeply and with you."
After kissing her, Harvey unhooks the leg Donna is surrounding him with and makes her hold her two feet on the counter, with her legs flexed and keeping his hands there, hits her to the bottom again and again, while Donna's hand that was on her breasts, goes down to her pussy to stimulate herself with her fingers in her clitoris, and with the heel of her hand, pressing where Harvey's cock is hitting her.
With their eyes connected all the time, in a few seconds, the bathroom becomes a disaster of screams and pants, while their bodies feel increasingly at the edge and the mirror is clouded by the heat emanating from the skin of both.
"Donna," he whines, with his frowning face, attempting to hold himself, which Donna immediately interprets.
"It's okay," she gasps. "I wanna feel you," Harvey growls from his throat, and pushes deeper into her body. Donna abandons her pussy and raises her hand over his body, caressing the skin of his chest with her nails, up to his face, and sticks her fingers with the taste of her pussy into his mouth so that he can taste it with his tongue.
Then, her wet fingers rise to his cheek and get tangled in his short hair, as he keeps filling her repeatedly. He just needs a few more pushes to feel the orgasm forming in his lower belly and spill into her. His eyes are perched on hers all the time, as he feels her stroking, caressing his head and her body enveloping him, giving him a place to stay. "Wow," It's all he can pant, bumping his forehead against hers again, because he can't form any coherent thoughts right now.
She smirks and kisses him sweetly, scratching behind his ear. "You good?" she murmurs on his lips.
He smirks. "Just good?" he says, laughing. "You're able to make me feel so much more than just good." He murmurs, still buried in her, and even though he doesn't feel as hard and throbbing anymore, he keeps pushing himself inside her, while spitting out his fingers and bringing them back to her pussy. "And I hope I can do the same for you."
"I'm sure you do." She responds, feeling her back arch again and her whole body reacts to him. Harvey stamps his smile against her smile, and as his thumb moves circularly around her fully swollen and exposed bulge, he tangles his tongue with hers, enjoying feeling her drown moans. When he feels the contractions of her pussy growing, he separates a little from her, because he also wants to see her when she feels her discharge of pleasure, and Donna smirks as she interprets his intentions. Donna remembered his fingers were skillful (just like his tongue and cock, because he really was that night with her), but by God, her body feels on the verge of collapse right now. She feels a fire about to explode inside her pussy and is not sure she can hold it for much longer. "Harvey," she whines.
He smiles and kisses her forehead. "I'm here to catch you." And although a kiss on the forehead is probably one of the least sexual and horny acts in the world, it's that kiss so tender and intimate, that pushes her to the precipice, looking for his eyes with hers while feeling the pleasure of dragging her.
When she can't stand any more upright, she drops against him and, as he had told her a few seconds back, he's there to catch her in his arms. His thumbs move affectionately on her back and his lips splash kisses on the side of her face and neck. "It's real then," she whispers, giggling. "You and me."
Harvey chuckles and turns his head, making her turn hers as well until they're face-to-face. "We're real." He murmurs and sweetly kisses her lips, then saying no more, he wraps her around, making her hook into his body, and walks with her in his arms to the tub and opens the faucet. Laughing and losing balance in the process, they manage to enter the bathtub. Harvey tugs at her wrist until they're face to face, their bodies glued together, wrapping each other in their arms and with shower water falling over their heads.
When they want to kiss, the water makes them drown and they laugh, a laugh that starts soft and silly turns into a deep laugh, born from their bowels and Harvey must catch Donna so that she doesn't slip. "You said you would catch me." She tells him with a smile when he catches her a second time.
"Always, Donna." He tells her seriously, removing the soaked strands of hair that fall on her face. She just smiles against his lips and guides him with her hands until they both sit in the bathtub and join their lips again. Awkwardly, because they feel unable to separate their lips, they put the plug in the tub to let it fill. "What's your conditioner?" he asks, tangling his fingers in her hair.
"The red one. Why?"
He shrugs. "I wanna comb your hair. I guess the storm wasn't gentle with it."
She giggles. "The storm of you?"
He also giggles and looks for the conditioner. Then, he moves to sit behind her and puts some conditioner in his hands. "Strawberry," he says, with a naughty smile.
Donna chuckles and pulls her head back to look at him from there. "It was a coincidence."
"Well, a coincidence that I really like." He replies and kisses her frown, making her giggle.
Donna turns the faucet off and Harvey begins to spread the conditioner through Donna's red hair, carefully untangling it with his fingers, and then he reaches a comb that she has there to continue his work.
"This is really nice." She says, after a deep sigh and with her eyes closed.
"Hmm…" he hums and puts the comb aside. "Being naked with you is everything I always wanted, so yes, it's really nice." He says, wrapping her by her abdomen, pushing her against him, to be able to smooch her temple.
She turns a little between his legs so she can cuddle up against his chest, and closes her eyes while breathing deeply. "I don't want to wake up to realize this isn't real." She murmurs, with a voice that sounds weak.
"No, no." He mutters, looking for her chin to make her look at him. "It's real."
She exhales and sits on his legs, wrapping his neck with her arms and his waist with her legs. "Remember, I told you I had insomnia too?" he nods. "Many nights I dreamed that this happened and when I woke up and you weren't by my side..." she swallows the urge to cry. "I couldn't go back to sleep, afraid it would never happen."
"Hey…" he murmurs and strokes her nose. "I dreamed this too." He confesses and kisses her lips. "But we're real now, I promise." He still speaks low, filling one of his hands with water to rinse the conditioner from her hair.
"You promise?" she asks, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
"I promise." He whispers and kisses her on each of her eyelids.
She nods and clings to his neck, hiding her face there, as he finishes rinsing her hair with his hands and then begins to fill her with kisses, from her shoulder to her cheek, repeatedly. Little by little, she loosens her grip, allowing Harvey to access other parts of her body with his lips, feeling her relax on top of him with each of his kisses.
"This is nice too." She hums, feeling how Harvey slowly reaches for one of her breasts. He smiles against her skin and kisses her just above her nipple, which makes her shudder. And before Donna can say anything, he captures her nipple in his mouth and gently sucks it out. "You want more, huh?" she whispers in his ear, rocking her hips on him.
"What can I say? The aroma of strawberry, and especially you, inspires me." He responds and tugs her nipple with his mouth, making her moan loudly.
While he continues to play with his tongue and mouth on her nipple, she lowers one of his hands, to reach his cock and stimulate it with his hand, going up and down with his fingers, while caressing his head with his thumb, while he moves her nipple from one side to the other with his tongue.
When Donna feels him half-hard in her hand, she settles on top of him, to keep his cock still with her hand and rubs her pussy against him, rocking her hips and enjoying how he drowns the moans against her breasts and keeps her clinging to him by her waist. Donna nibbles on his ear while speeding up her movements and he keeps one of her nipples in his mouth, making it harder and harder with his tongue.
Their bodies no longer react as much as they did a while ago, but that doesn't prevent them from enjoying themselves. They kiss and stimulate each other for several minutes, with no hurry and with all the softness that despair didn't let them have on that counter.
Donna wraps him back around his neck, as she continues to rub her pussy against his cock and her hands come down his back, caressing him with her fingers and nails, climbing again to entangle her fingers in his hair, as her lips and tongue travel along the side of his neck and her teeth play in his ear, stealing from him loud moans that when they hit her skin, make her tremble.
Harvey holds her by the waist, spreading his palms over her skin, as his tongue, lips, and teeth play on her breasts, filling her skin with kisses and licks that form abstract figures, nibbling her nipples and then licking them. He also sucks and pulls them on, to feel how she arches her lower back against his hands, causing her lips to release sounds of pleasure that crash against his neck.
She looks for his cock with her hand, to get him back inside her body and they attract each other more with their arms. She joins her lips to his and moves her hips in circles as she tangles her tongue with his.
"Fuck me, Donna," this time it's he who asks for it.
She just nods with a playful smile on her lips and starts doing it. Donna's forehead falls on Harvey's and they smile at each other. They stay there, their bodies glued together as much as they can, while Donna slowly fucks him and they feel their breaths crash into their skin.
"Sometimes I regret some things," she murmurs, stroking his nape's hair. "But I could never regret always having faith in you."
He smiles and kisses her. "Thank you for never to have lost that faith and for always being my compass, Donna."
"Always, Harvey." She murmurs and kisses him, enjoying being as entangled and attached to him as humanly possible.