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I just recently discovered suits and binge watched all 9 seasons. I adore these two. And like every other great ship, I wish we had more of them. Well that's what fanfic is for!!
If you're a Darvey fan, I hope you enjoy this. If you're not, well, I hope you read it anyway and decide to watch suits.
Prompt #20 of Fictober23
"This better be good, Donna," Harvey said as he sighed into the receiver before hanging up his office phone. She called him at the worst possible time, asking him, No. Correction: demanding he meet her in the office basement. But it was Donna and telling her no, wasn't in his vocabulary.
His most recent case had been keeping him busy. His client was being sued for breach of contract, and Harvey's gut was telling him something was off. But he was backed against a wall on this one, and the deadline to file a motion was fast approaching. The worst part was he still didn't have any hard evidence of wrongdoing.
What the hell could Donna possibly want? he thought to himself as he rounded the corner toward the elevators. But he did know one thing: when it came to Donna, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. And if it meant meeting her in the basement under vague circumstances, he'd go.
The elevator opened and he walked through the empty cubicle-filled bullpen. It was late in the evening and everyone had gone home. He pushed the double doors open to the copier and file room, searching the space for any sign of her.
"Donna?" He called out into the poorly lit room. His eyes were still adjusting to the change when he heard a familiar voice.
"I'm back here, Harvey," from behind the box-filled metal rows of shelving.
He hesitated for a minute, then sighed. He knew what she was doing. She was distracting him. They'd figured out a while back that when he had gotten to this point in a case, he needed something else to take his mind off the details in order to clear his head. And let's face it, Donna had cornered the market on knowing what he needed.
The Harvey whisperer , he chuckled to himself at the unofficial title Donna had been given at the firm.
He'd play along, of course, pretending like he was put out and aggravated. But really, this was exactly what he needed.
"C'mon Donna, I don't have time for this," he said with a gruffness in his voice that he only reserved for certain moments. And always moments with her.
He unbuttoned the middle button of his smoke gray Tom Ford original and slowly walked up and down the aisles.
He abruptly stopped when he saw her. She was leaning against the back wall, one hand on her hip.
"You'll have time. Because I'm making time."
She responded in the way only Donna could. He would never let anyone else talk to him that way. But Donna was special. She was his everything. And it only took him twelve years to figure it out.
He rolled his eyes playfully, then flashed her his famous Harvey Specter smile. The one he knew she couldn't resist. Not many could.
"Oh, don't you do that?" Waving her pointer finger as she spoke.
She pushed off the wall and walked toward him, her hips swaying with each step she took. Her emerald green dress hugged all his favorite parts. Parts he had just recently been able to explore again.
Twelve years was a long time, but there are some things he couldn't forget (seared into his brain). The small of her back still had two very pronounced dimples and how her skin was smooth to his touch, and the tiny heart shaped tattoo on her hip. Not to mention the fullness of her breasts…He cleared his throat. Mission accomplished. He was without a doubt, distracted .
"Do what?" He asked coyly, opening his arms as she slid her own arms around his waist and under his suit jacket. Her body pressed against his torso and he could feel her breath as she tipped her head up toward his ear. He leaned down, offering Donna his ear.
"You know what that smile does to me, Mr. Specter," she whispered.
"I do, actually."
"Hmhmm, and what do you propose we do about it?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Harvey said, shifting his eyes downward at his growing arousal. Donna took a step back, her eyes locked on his. He recognized that look (love, respect and desire all in one). He'd seen it plenty of times and he always enjoyed where it led them. She smiled, then grabbed his hand, pulling him toward her as she walked backwards until her back was against the wall.
Fitting, he thought.
Donna wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips, pushing himself flush against her body.
"What's obvious, handsome, is that you better kiss me."
A self-satisfied grin hijacked his face. "You think I'm handsome?"
Donna laughed softly. Their faces only inches from each other now. His breath mingled with hers and chills traveled up his spine. She had a way of consuming not only his mind but his body as well.
"Harvey..." He didn't let her finish; instead, he met her lips with a needy kiss. Her mouth opened instantly allowing his tongue access. His hands traveled up her waist and to her back stopping at the gold zipper. She smiled against his mouth and he carefully started pulling the zipper down.
The smooth fabric of her dress slacked at her elbows revealing a pink laced bra that hugged her breasts magnificently. His hands quickly took up residency and his face soon followed. Donna hissed as his mouth and hands playfully explored her soft mounds through the sheer material.
"Harvey," she whined breathy with desire. And he moved his mouth up her neck, sucking and kissing her skin all the way to her ear.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome. Now go get this done. Then after, I'll meet you at home, where we will finish this."
Yes, Donna was always good at knowing exactly what he needed.