Set during season 9

Slightly M rated.

It's already too late, and they have finished working several hours ago, even have already had dinner and are wearing their pajamas. They just shared a drink on the sofa of Harvey's condo and had forgotten about the firm's problems and their phones for a while. Actually, they are too focused on feeling and not thinking right now. Their lips are wide open, their tongues meeting, their hands walking over their bodies. It hasn't gone to a sexual place yet, but they know that this is the final destination.

They are too immersed in themselves when Harvey's phone rings and interrupts them.

"Don't, please." She pouts on his lips, squeezing his shoulder.

Harvey sighs and looks at the screen. "I'm sorry, but I have to do it."

"Really?" she frowns.

He nods in a sigh of frustration. "Come here." Harvey wraps her against him, causing her to snuggle up in his chest. He answers the call. "Hello," he says with little desire, and she crosses her arms, acting like a kid, which makes him repress a giggle. "Yes, today I was working on that..." he responds to the person on the other side of the phone, playing with Donna's hair between his fingers. "I don't have the files here. They are at my office."

"Because during the night he doesn't work." She snorts. "He's with me." She murmurs, still sounding angry, and Harvey represses another giggle, giving her a kiss in her hair. "End that call." She whispers, dragging the tips of her fingers across his chest. "Tell him you call him in the morning." She says, looking at him with a puppy face. "Please."

"I can't." He muses and rolls his eyes at what his client is saying, stroking her back fondly.
"Yes, you can..." she responds, climbing her fingers up his neck and reaching his jaw.

And even if he acts distracted for several seconds, he can't ignore what his girlfriend is doing. "Donna..." he snorts.

"No, not Donna me." She responds with determination and runs her fingers over his lips.

"Please." He closes his eyes, trying to listen to the man who is speaking to him. "Yes, I'll be able to see it in the morning." He responds.

"Now he wants to see me." She whispers against his other ear and goes down with kisses along the side of his face, reaching his neck and slowly licking him there, as her hand scraps down the side of his body. Harvey is attempting to stay serious and focused, but his crotch thinks otherwise.
"Yes, as I told you, we can talk about it tomorrow. Do you want to come to my office?" Donna nibbles the lobe of his ear as she tucks her hand under his t-shirt to scrape it gently with her nails and Harvey lets the phone away from his face so that his client doesn't hear a soft groan escaping from his lips. "Donna, please."

She denies it with her head, her hand going down his abdomen. "End that call now. You have a more urgent matter here." She murmurs, her fingers drawing his muscles, his abdomen contracting under her fingers, as they stare at each other.

"Specter?" It's heard on the phone.

"Yes, I'm here." He responds as Donna curls up again against him. Her lips return to his neck and her hand slides down, scratching the inside of his thigh now. She feels Harvey's fingers nailing hard on her shoulder, and that makes her chuckle. "It's late, can we talk better tomorrow?" he can't even hear what that man is saying to him. What Donna is doing is much more interesting.
"It's too bad you can't say you sleep with your secretary because I swear I could send him to sleep in 2 seconds." She says, as her hand dangerously approaches his crotch. "End that call." She takes his hand and puts it on one of her breasts. He can't help but squeeze it and that makes her moan softly, her nipple getting hard under the pink silk of her nightgown.
"Please." He murmurs.

"End that call." She also murmurs, her other hand resting on his crotch, following the shape of his masculinity. Her fingers gently massage him, without taking the weight of her hand off him. "End that call." She repeats and bites his lower lip, feeling how he contracts against her hand. "Now..." she mutes on his lips. "I won't stop until you're making love to me, Harvey." She groans, their hands clasped together, still holding her breast, and forces him to squeeze it again.
"I can't believe I'm begging you for sex." She whispers, rubbing his lips with hers, putting her hand inside his pants and that's the moment Harvey can't resist him anymore.
"And you think I don't want to end that call and make love to you?" he snores, pulling the phone away from his face. That woman knows perfectly well what she is doing.

"Do it." She murmurs, and when her hand wraps around him, there's no turning back. So, he gives up and ends the call, without even saying goodbye.

"You are irresistible." He growls, causing her to fall on him, clinging to her body.

She smirks. "Oh, I know that, honey." She responds wryly and makes her lips slam against his. "You have only one job tonight. And that job is me." She adds, feeling his hands slide from her butt to her waist under her nightgown. "Because you can be the best closer in the city and be amazing at your day job…" she whispers. "But you're so much better at this." Donna hums against his lips.

He chuckles. "What would this be? The opposite of the best closer?" she frowns and he chuckles again. "The best leg opener in the city." He says with a giggle in her ear and bites her ear, making her moan.

"Oh… You're the better one on that." She gasps.

"Oh, I know that, honey." He says, using the same tone Donna used a few seconds ago, and before he can let her respond, he's getting up from the couch with her body hooked onto his. He wants that phone as far away as possible right now. And both prefer the bed.