The shift of energy in the file room is immediate, and something in the way the door lock is being turned tells her she better not dare move.
She knows it's him without looking. Just like she always does. It's become second nature over the years, her ability to simply tell who she was dealing with by the heaviness in one's steps, the eagerness in the closing or opening of a door, or the hitch in somebody's breath.
She's always been best at this with Harvey. She thinks it's mainly because she knows him so well and anticipating his every need became her flesh and blood in the years she worked as his secretary. But she also thinks that a part of this happens on a much more unconscious level, like a whiff of his scent suddenly hanging in the air whenever he's near, flooding her nostrils without her noticing but setting her insides on fire nonetheless. Because her subconscious does notice and signals her body that she's in trouble.
And the tension filling the space between the two of them now does exactly that. She therefore just stays rooted to the spot in front of the shelf where she has been rummaging through boxes ever since she arrived at the firm, waiting for his next move.
His voice is low and scratchy when he finally speaks, impressively calm but no less alerting.
"Couldn't help but notice you didn't come over last night," he states matter-of-factly and Donna just knows without turning around that he's probably about to bury his hands in his pockets while leaning against the shelf behind him, the look on his face most likely a mixture of cocky, smug and provocative, and she smiles to herself, careful not to let him see how affected she already is.
She's well aware that he's pissed. Confused by her behavior, but mostly disappointed. However, his presence also radiates this certain temper that she knows leaves him in a weird mix of arousal and possessiveness, evoking the urge to release some frustration and mark his territory.
And she would lie if she said she didn't love this side of him, has always had a soft spot for it, and so there's simply no way she's not playing along with him and giving him what he wants right now. Even though she too is still annoyed by his behavior from the previous day, not able to make sense of him taking her side when he actually disagreed with her. But that's a conversation they will have to have later.
"I know," she breathes calmly, forcing herself to act unimpressed, keeping herself busy with the stack of files in her hands, pretending to be fully concentrated on her work. She can see him furrowing his brows in front of her imaginary eye and how he's probably sizing her up from top to bottom. And from bottom to top. She feels a gush of wetness soaking her panties.
"Did you also know that's the first night we haven't spent together since –?" he asks dryly, the weight of his disappointment hanging heavily in the air.
"I know," Donna sighs, and she almost feels sorry for him, for she can read the sheepishness between his lines.
She feels him take a few steps towards her and his breath tickles the baby hair at her neck when he speaks again. "I missed you."
Her heart melts for him and the insecurity that shimmers through his serious and confident tone, making her belly tingle and her resolve to stand strong slipping through her fingers. She did miss him too, after all.
"You did?" she asks sweetly, finally putting the paperwork down.
"So much," Harvey states, his hands finding their rightful place on her waist as he leans in slowly to whisper hoarsely "I've been wanting you all day. And then all night. And when I woke up this morning I still wanted you and you still weren't there and now I'm almost bursting from how much I want you."
The words send a shiver down her spine, and Donna is tempted to tilt her head and provide better access for Harvey's mouth to kiss her neck, but she resists, responding coldly "Then maybe next time just speak your mind instead of taking my side against better judgment."
"I didn't want you to be mad at me," Harvey whines, and Donna chuckles silently.
"Well, that's never stopped you before."
"Because, before we weren't together."
He takes another step forward, effectively trapping her between his strong body and the shelf full of files. "And before, it couldn't prevent me from having my way with you."
A new wave of desire washes over her, the way he unashamedly shows her how much he wants her still new but no less exciting to her. She likes the game they're playing, but at the same time, she's slowly growing impatient, her own need for him overwhelming her.
"But now rashly taking my side did exactly that. And it left us both un-satisfied." She emphasizes the last word, ever so slightly pushing her ass back into his groin, making him understand that she lacked something last night as well.
"Then let me make my point right now – I. Want. You." He finally kisses her pulse point, slowly trailing his lips along her throat until he reaches the spot behind her ear. "Right here," he whispers and bites her earlobe. "Right now," he rasps, pulling the hem of her dress up and over her ass in one quick movement that elicits a surprised gasp from her.
"Harvey," Donna breathes, tilting her head to look over her shoulder, challenging him with a sultry gaze in her eyes.
"Yeah?" He attempts to meet her lips with his own, but she pulls back slightly.
"Why don't you just shut up and fuck me already before I change my mind?"
Harvey groans, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. Man, how he loves her talking dirty like that, showing him exactly what she wants. "Oh, I know you won't. Just like I know you've been yearning to be thoroughly fucked just as much."
Before Donna knows it and can come up with another witty reply that downplays how right he actually is, Harvey is kneeling behind her, shoving the damp fabric of her panties aside.
"God, I've been craving your taste so badly," he moans, his tongue darting out to indulge her folds, causing Donna to automatically widen her stance and push her ass back a little to welcome his ministrations.
Harvey only lets go of her center to hastily remove her underwear completely, stowing the piece of red lace in his pant's pocket, his mouth already attacking her pussy again, eating her out as if he was starving.
With his hands on both sides of her ass, his mouth is doing things to her no words in the English language could ever describe, and Donna is quickly losing it, his actions driving her completely insane with want and need and the urge to come, and she can't help but curse at the torturous pace with which he's going down on her.
Harvey seems to notice, though, or maybe he's just as far gone already, for he's getting back up to a standing position just a short moment later, freeing his pulsating erection from his pants, only pulling the fabric down as much as absolutely necessary, filling her up with one hard thrust that forces her to adjust her stance once more and hold on to the piece of furniture in front of her more firmly.
The pace he sets is agonizing, hitting all the spots just right, and yet not intense enough for her liking. He hits her deep and hard but rather slow, and Donna hates and loves it all at the same time, needing release so badly, but also wishing that they could go like this for hours on end.
All the while Harvey is groaning into her ear, both from effort and arousal, as he slowly increases the strength in his thrusts, working towards their mutual releases.
"Oh my god, yes," Donna all but screams and Harvey suddenly remembers where they are, covering her mouth with his hand to keep her from attracting anyone's attention from the opposite side of the door.
"Donna, I need you to be quiet."
"Then stop fucking me so fucking good," she mutters against his palm only half serious, sucking a finger in her mouth to bite down on it.
"Not gonna happen," Harvey hisses through gritted teeth, quickly pulling out and spinning Donna around before she knows it. He lifts her up, his arms holding her in place as she half-sits on one of the shelves, her legs wrapping tightly around his middle.
He's inside again right away, and this time he's finally picking up the pace to fuck her more thoroughly, simultaneously catching her lips with his to swallow the sounds she's producing. He'd love for her to utter them freely, to further urge them on even, but he's still aware of the precarious situation they are in, and one of them needs to be the reasonable one right now.
While Donna is helplessly clinging to him, Harvey alters his thrusts to a more circular movement, causing his pubic bone to repeatedly brush against her clit. As the first wave of her orgasm catches her, Donna has to break the kiss in order to breathe in some air, trying to keep her volume at bay by biting down on her lower lip, whimpering his name when she comes undone around him. Triggered by her clenching walls, Harvey is right with her, his own grunts stifled by his face buried in her neck while he empties deep inside her.
Two minutes later they are both busy rearranging their clothes in order to get back to work.
"Fuck, that was even better than I anticipated," Harvey states smugly.
"You really came in here with the only purpose of having sex, didn't you?" Donna quirks a brow, her legs still shaking slightly.
"Well, I know you love it when I do that. And I don't think I heard you complaining." A self-satisfied smirk spreads across his face as he closes the gap between them.
Donna eyes him cautionary. "For the record, we still need to talk about what happened last night."
"I know. Do you want to put your panties back on first?" he smirks, waving the slip in front of her face and she slaps his chest in mock dismay, calling him an idiot when she grabs it from his fingers and leaves in the direction of the bathroom.