Notes: Little scenario I couldn't quite get out of my head. Please enjoy :)

Mike had said it jokingly, and Harvey had played it off. Been cool about it at the time. It's not like the thought hasn't crossed his mind in the last twelve years, especially with The Other Time a memory he's never truly been able to expel from his thoughts. But honest to God, the very last place he would have expected to find himself this evening is holed up in the coat closet with Donna, her hands gripping the hair at the nape of his neck as he sucks steadily at her pulse point and listens to those little hums of pleasure rumble in her throat.

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"You look beautiful," Harvey whispers huskily into her ear as their cheeks are pressed together, swaying in time to the music playing.

Heat flares through Donna's skin, a tingle forming that shouldn't be there, but exists all the same. She says nothing for a moment, remaining exactly as they are for a few seconds longer before pulling back and leveling that look reserved just for him at the man she's dancing with. "Harvey," Donna drawls, a subtle warning in her tone. His only response that irritating smirk of his.

They're finally back on even footing after Paula and everything that had happened between them and yet here he is, flirting and looking at her with that twinkle in his eye that had been exactly what she'd been talking about in their argument in the lobby. They always end up back here.

Harvey's arm around her waist tightens ever so slightly, a movement no one but the woman in them would notice and Donna lets him pull her into him against her better judgment. "Yes, Donna?"

He knows he's playing with fire, that he's toeing the exact line he was so angry with her for crossing not too long ago, but seeing his mentor well and truly settled in her new city, not to mention his best friend about to move clear across the country… Harvey needs the one person who always makes it feel like things are going to be alright close to him.

Maybe that does make their lines blurry, their relationship messier than he'd like to admit, but it's the truth.

"Don't," Donna commands, even as the fingers of their joined hands interlock and they continue rocking back and forth to the gentle beat of the music, eyes latched in a silent standoff that is all too familiar. Push and pull.

"Don't what?" Harvey questions, the playful lit in his voice dangerously arousing.

The redhead sighs so lightly Harvey feels it more than he hears it as she replies, "You know what." Because it isn't fair, this dance they're doing with each other, and not in the literal sense. Their entire relationship the past few years has been one step forward, five steps back. Over and over again. And it's only a matter of time until they reach a breaking point they can't come back from. Donna had been afraid they'd been there a couple weeks go and now they're right back to their usual song and dance. Where does it end?

Leaning in close to her again, so his mouth is just a hair's breadth from her ear, Harvey whispers, "What if I do want to?"

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Somehow that had been their tipping point, the one of no return, as the song had ended and Donna had carefully taken a step back from him. Confusion, longing, fear, and most of all desire in her gaze as she'd turned and started heading out of the ballroom. For a second Harvey was sure that he'd fucked it up, gone too far, but as he'd stood there alone on the dance floor staring at her retreating back, she'd turned and thrown him a look over her shoulder. That was the only green light he needed to quickly follow in her wake.

Now they've sequestered themselves in the coat closet, Harvey's hands running up and down her form, stroking across the naked expanse of her back in this dress that's driving him wild. The taste of her skin beneath his lips as he gently scrapes his teeth along the pulse throbbing in her neck is the most glorious thing he's felt in ages.

But Donna wants more, needs more, certain that she has completely lost her mind in throwing caution to the wind because they won't be able to go back after this, not the way they had before. They aren't going to be able to forget this ever happened and just move on with their lives like normal.

The throbbing between her legs is too much though, the long buried desire rising to the surface like molten lava and she can't help herself. She wants him, all of him. Needs to be as physically close as possible to even have a hope of quelling everything she feels for this man.

Damn him for it. Because she had been lying through her teeth when she'd told him she hadn't felt anything during their kiss a few weeks ago. She'd only said it to backpedal his anger, to protect the fragmented state of their relationship. It had all been lies. In fact, she feels too much.

Her fingers tighten her grip on his hair as her free hand directs Harvey's mouth back to hers for a wet, drawn out kiss, their tongues tangling, a lingering hint of champagne and whisky mixing as they devour each other. Donna's calf lifts to wrap itself around Harvey's trying to bring their bodies even closer to alleviate some of the pressure.

As their mouths part for a gulp of air, Harvey pants a quiet, "Donna," that is both a question and a plea, even as his lips are following a mind of their own, planting kisses on every available surface of her skin nearest to them. Down her jaw line, up to her earlobe and back down the side of her neck until they are drawn back to her lips like a magnet.

Donna surrenders to the kiss, her hand sliding down Harvey's bicep as she loops an arm around his back and pulls him closer to her. Every inch of her is on fire, her usually sharp mind clouded as her natural instincts take over.

They break away for a moment, foreheads resting against one another as their heavy breathing is hot against the other's mouth and they take a second for their eyes to meet, both their pupils dark and dilated. "I want you, Harvey. Please," Donna implores.

This is probably a mistake. Most definitely something that is going to complicate their already complicated relationship (working and otherwise), but it's been an emotional couple of months for her and she is so damn tired of always doing what is best or smartest. Tonight, she wants to be selfish. Right now, she just wants to take what she wants and to hell with the consequences.

"Are you sure?" Harvey asks, because he won't take advantage of her, wouldn't ever imagine doing so. And while he wants her so much he can barely form a coherent thought at the moment, he's not sure he's ready for more, for what he knows Donna deserves. All he knows is right now, he doesn't know if he can walk away this time.

Pausing a moment, staring intently into his eyes, Donna's voice is unwavering as she answers, "Yes."

Well then… game on it is.

Harvey's mouth is back on hers instantly, his hands streaking over her sides and gripping her hips a bit more aggressively than he had before, and she loves it. This is exactly what she wants, that heat, the fire that simmers between them constantly suddenly blazing. Years of pent up sexual tension taking charge. His teeth nip at her bottom lip, dragging it between them as her hands push his suit jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the ground as she lets out a moan.

Those nimble fingers quickly get to work loosening Harvey's tie and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt as his palm grips her thigh, bringing it up around his hip as he grinds his pelvis into hers. He's already painfully hard, and isn't sure how much longer he can wait to actually be inside her again. Twelve years is a hell of a long time.

While Donna's mouth shifts from his to tease his ear lobe, using her own teeth to tease him, Harvey's eyes roll back in his head and he groans, dragging the skirt of her dress up and up until he can slip a hand between her thighs, cupping her and feeling her moist heat through her panties. Sneaking a single finger beneath the material he dips it into her wet heat, a carnal sound escaping his throat. "God, Donna."

Arching her hips into his touch, Donna's head falls back, eyes squeezing shut as she surrenders herself to the sensations he's causing inside her. The way every one of her senses zero in on where he's touching her, teasing her, skin tingling from her head to her toes. "More, Harvey," she demands, opening her gaze to meet his. "I want more."

Her wish shall be his command. More determined than ever, Harvey's thumb finds her clit, circling it slowly as he adds one more finger and begins pumping them in and out of her as Donna pants and drags his mouth back to hers. They stay that way for a bit, Donna grinding her hips into Harvey's hand, blatantly enjoying herself as their mouths fuse together until she feels herself building up to that release.

It is perhaps one of the sexiest things Harvey has ever witnessed as they break apart, sucking air into their lungs. Nuzzling his nose against her temple, placing a gentle kiss to the skin there, he murmurs into her ear, "You're stunning. You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now."

Donna angles her head toward his, depositing a kiss on his jaw line as she smirks at him and taunts, "Well, what are you waiting for then?"

That's all it takes to turn up the heat on this little rendezvous even more.

Their movements are frenzied, frantic, desperate for each other as they work to shed the final barriers between them. Yanking Donna's underwear down as she unbuckles his belt, quickly releasing him from the straining confines of his slacks. She can't help but tease him some herself, after all, it's a two way street and he isn't the only one who has been imagining what this would be like. To finally have Harvey Specter at her will again.

She strokes up the length of him slowly, swirling a drop of cum leaking from his head around and eliciting a guttural groan from him, a streak of satisfaction arrowing through her veins as she realizes how much power she has over him at the moment. However they got here, whatever happens after, he's not unaffected by this. By what they have between them.

I love you is on the tip of her tongue as she watches Harvey's eyes flicker beneath his closed lids, rocking against her grip, but she swallows it down. Now is not the right time. They're in a bubble, protected by the cast of the dim light overhead and the varied fabrics surrounding them. For just this moment, the outside world doesn't exist, it's just them and their desire, long overdue coming to fruition.

Harvey opens his eyes to meet Donna's, noticing the glassy haze over the chocolate orbs he's so familiar with, and his hand lifts to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing across her jaw. "You alright?"

The redhead nods, compressing her lips together and distracting both of them with a kiss as she angles his cock at her entrance, trusting Harvey to make it the rest of the way as he follows suit and slides those last few inches home, his hands digging into her hips.

Twin groans of pleasure erupt from them as they drop their foreheads against each other and Harvey starts to thrust into her in earnest. He keeps his movements slow at first, enjoying that drag of friction each time he pulls nearly all the way out and then slams back in. Donna's arms wrap around his neck, erasing any amount of space between their bodies as they enjoy the feeling of finally being one again.

It's been over a decade, but it's just like they remember. It had happened the last time too. A sense of completeness, of belonging, that neither has been able to find with any other partner in the years since. A sign they should have acknowledged years ago, but, better late than never, right?

As enjoyable as the slow passes in and out of her feel, it doesn't take long before need takes over and Donna and Harvey find themselves drunk on each other, fingers gripping tightly as he thrusts more quickly, hitting a spot inside her that causes a little tingling burst each time he brushes against it. Their kisses are messy and wet as they climb higher and higher toward their peaks.

"Unggg," Harvey groans when Donna circles her hips just so, squeezing her walls around his cock in a way he knows is completely intentional to torture him. He's not going to last much longer at this rate, as embarrassing as that might be, but she's Donna and having her again is more than he can handle. Snaking a hand between their bodies, Harvey rubs over her nub, enjoying the mewl it evokes from her and the shudder that follows.

"Mmmm, yes. Please, Harvey."

It's not often that Donna begs for something, hearing her plead with him for her pleasure is intoxicating. Increasing his pace, Harvey bends his neck to suck at the join of her jaw and neck, a spot that he remembers as particularly sensitive and it seems his memory serves as the woman in his arms nearly vibrates against him.

Within minutes she's tipping over the edge, gasping as her walls clench around him, fluttering with her release and causing Harvey to follow nearly right after her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as his body tenses.

They come down from their high slowly, bodies warm and glowing with pleasure, as despite their closet tryst they feel closer, intimate. Donna's fingers play with the hair at the back of Harvey's head, stroking through the strands as he plants light pecks along her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close.

Eventually, reality starts to set in, along with the doubts as Harvey leans away to look her in the eye, slipping out of her in the process as Donna lowers her leg back to the floor, the skirt of her dress dropping down with it. All they can do is stare at each other as he tucks himself back into his pants, reaching down to retrieve his fallen jacket, scooping up her panties and pocketting them as he tosses it over his arm.

Words fail him, at a total loss for what to say now that they've blown their blurry line to smithereens. She just looks at him with that sheepish, but confident Donna demeanor as she fluffs her hair, smoothing it back into place along with her dress. Until he can't hold it in anymore.

"Donna… what does—" she shushes him with a shake of her head, gripping his forearm and squeezing reassuringly.

"We'll figure it out later, okay?" she counters, not ready to dive into what this has all meant, what it means for their future or what they're going to do in the light of day tomorrow when confronted with this decision. Tonight is still for letting go and she's not ready to leave the bubble.

Harvey nods, resigned. She's the one in charge, always has been, and he'd do anything she wants to make her happy.

She smiles, relief washing over her features, accompanied by a flirty glint in her eyes as she instructs, "Now take me home, Specter."