One last kiss

Harvey shows up at her apartment with the whipped cream and that cocky face, knowing he's not leaving without fucking her, and there's no way in the world she can even think of not letting him in.

Since they met, everything was a constant flirt, and to deny that they're attracted would be a huge lie. They both know it and play with it in an innocent and sensual way, or at least until that night.

Because that night Donna realizes that it wasn't just a flirtation. With traces of whipped cream on her body, and with the taste of him mixed with the cream and strawberries, feeling like he fills her completely, she knows that she's falling head over heels for this man.

Not only is it the wildest night of sex she can remember having, but even though it's all fucking dirty, it's the first time she's felt such a deep connection with someone.

She knows it'll only be tonight. She not only knows it, but she sees it in his eyes. Harvey Specter only fucks you once, he gives you everything he has, makes you feel like a fucking queen until you're ecstatic, and never comes back to your bed. She always knew.

That is why she decides to enjoy those hours in paradise with all her senses. She lets herself be carried away by him. But like all good things, it ends sooner than she thinks—that damn habit of life that makes you feel like time passes faster when you're happy.

Donna surrenders herself to the last orgasm that Harvey gives her and falls exhausted onto the bed. His body collapses a few moments later on top of hers, and she wishes he'd never move from there again.

Neither of them says anything for a while. There is nothing to say; they don't know what to say.

He lingers there longer than he usually does with any other woman because being with her fills him up too much. However, he knows he can't get her hopes up. He doesn't want to hurt her. So, he silently gets up to retrieve his clothes and quietly slips into the bathroom.

Donna swallows her tears and puts on her nightgown and robe, patiently waiting for him. He walks past her, saying nothing, but she grabs his hand and whispers, "Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask." She murmurs.

Harvey nods, reveling in the idea, and kisses her. He's no longer intense or wild; he's soft, loving, tender, and unhurried. He kisses her deeply until both of them are gasping for air, then offers her a shy smile before leaving.

Donna sighs and falls back onto her bed, her lips still tingling from his touch. In fact, she can still feel him all over her body, and she despises the overwhelming feeling that engulfs her—the certainty that this has been the first and last time.