Tuesday afternoon meetings with clients were her least favourite. There was no real rhyme or reason for her hatred of them, she just hated that she was obligated to spend two hours of her life in a boardroom with men who didn't see her as anything other than a pretty face. That and she attended pilates on Tuesday's and this meeting was the last thing standing in her way of her favourite class. While she appreciated Harvey's insistence she sit in on the meetings, she dreaded having to smile at another corporate lawyer with a mainstream haircut every Tuesday.

Donna adjusts her dress, a deep red that falls just below her knee with a stunning square cut neckline that shows off the freckles above her cleavage, while waiting outside the elevator for Harvey. When he steps off, she wordlessly hands him a coffee as they begin to make their way down the hall of Pearson Specter Litt toward the meeting room.

"Did you get a chance to-?"

She hands him a folder in response.

"What about-?"

"Taken care of," she grins.

"You're good," he remarks, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's what you pay me for."

They walk into the meeting room in stride and Donna claims the seat next to Harvey, who sits at the head of the table.

"Remind me what we want from these guys again?" she asks.

"We need them to agree to the settlement."

Before she can ask anything else, three men, all tall, all blonde and all wearing variations of the same Tom Ford suit stroll into the room and shake Harvey's hand. "This is Donna, she'll be joining us today," he informs them.

The men nod in her direction, but none of them move to shake her hand. Typical, she thinks to herself. While they get to business she sits and wonder's if it has more to do with her lack of being a lawyer or her being a women. She suspects it has something to do with both. She pays attention to the conversation and gives Harvey a few nods when she thinks they're telling the truth about their companies intentions but they fail to agree on a settlement and once they leave Louis and Mike swarm into the room to help come up with solutions.

She's watching them work when the idea strikes her and she vocalizes it before she can think better of it.

"Donna, that's a fantastic idea! I could kiss you!" Louis exclaims, scurrying to write something down.

"You think it'll work?" she asks, eyes focused on Harvey.

"It's worth a shot. I ever tell you I'd be lost without you?" Harvey asks.

"Only every day," she smirks. "Bet you wanna make out with me too," she adds before she can stop herself. Color drains from her face when she realizes what she's said.

"There's not a moment that I don't," Harvey responds without missing a beat, eyes trained on hers. A beat passes. "Seriously, Donna. Great work," Harvey adds.

A weird tension lingers, but no one dares to point it out. Louis is too preoccupied walking through Donna's idea to notice but Donna notices Mike's eyes shift between her and Harvey as they continue to work in silence.

"Donna, can you pass me that folder?" Harvey asks. She reaches for the red envelope infront of her then hands it over her shoulder to him. Their fingers brush and she quickly pulls back. She forces her gaze down to the document in her hand.

She knows Harvey well enough to know he meant what he'd just said. While her slip of the tongue had been a complete accident, a quippy remark she would have made to anyone; that happened to bear another meaning because she'd said it to Harvey, he had no reason to say what he'd said. Unless, he meant it.

"Jesus, you could cut the tension in here with a knife," Mike says in a desperate attempt to help.

"What tension?" she and Harvey both say in unison.

"Right," Mike chuckles. They work for another hour and eventually Donna is able to push past her dizzying "what if" thoughts and focus on their task. Harvey must do something similar because she notices he doesn't seem nearly as phased as her by their conversation. And shouldn't he be? They didn't talk about it. Sure, they flirted here and there but it was all harmless fun. They never dared cross the line they'd drawn after the other time. This was unprecedented territory. Harvey never brought it up. She doubted he even thought about it but apparently she'd been wrong in thinking that. For years she was certain he'd written it off as a one night thing, now… Now. She had no idea what to think.

They wrap up the meeting and Mike and Louis excuse themselves leaving her alone with Harvey. Harvey begins packing up his folders, while Donna lingers near the door behind him.

"Donna," Harvey says.

"Harvey."

"You're lingering."

She closes the door and steps toward him.

"You meant what you said during that meeting."

"You can't prove that." He doesn't need to ask what she's talking about.

"You forget how well I know you," she huffs. She folds her hands across her chest and watches as his gaze flicks over her exposed chest for a fleeting moment before he clears his throat and pretends to have not looked.

"It's not a crime to think about kissing a beautiful woman." He states it like it's a fact, then smiles.

Donna opens her mouth to speak then falters when she processes what he's said.

Harvey turns toward the window that looks out over Central Park and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He misses the stunned look on Donna's face and continues speaking. "So sue me, sometimes I think about it."

Regaining her composure Donna jokes, "I know a good lawyer, I could."

"He's probably an asshole."

"The best kind," she grins. He turns to face her and cocks his head and smirks.

"You telling me you never think about it?" He asks. There's a soft honestness in his tone that causes her to smile.

"We said-"

"I know what we said Donna. You're telling me you never think about it?"

She purses her lips, then quietly admits, "I don't let myself think about it."

They exchange a knowing glance. Donna's pulse races and she wonders if Harvey can hear it from where he stands a few paces away.

"I should get back to work," she says softly. As she moves past him in the direction of the door he reaches out and grabs her wrist. Her skin sparks at the touch.

"Do you want to think about it?"

It comes out in a hushed tone, and he leans forward to whisper it just above her ear. Even in her heels, he has a few inches on her. A shiver races down her spine. She doesn't remember the last time she'd let herself be so affected by Harvey. (That was a lie, the last time she'd let her guard down like that they'd ended up tangled in her sheets with a can of whipped cream). She didn't let herself feel around him. Didn't let herself touch him when it wasn't necessary; because when she did it was fire and fire and her willpower slipped away and left her vulnerable to his charm. And fuck she hated how receptive she was to his charm. She hates that in this moment, the feel of his hand on her arm has her wanting everything she told herself she couldn't have. That they couldn't have. She knew he wasn't ready and if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't either. That didn't stop the want though. The need that coursed through her veins and consumed her every thought when she let herself think of him, of them, this way.

"It's not like I'm going to do anything about it," he tells her. "I just think about it, sometimes."

He gives her another look. Like he's seeking her permission and lord help her she's willing to give it to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks. He knows her better than anyone and she silently gives him permission. To do what, exactly, she isn't sure. To take a chance? To show her how he feels? To give her what she wants?

"Like what?" he smiles. He's staring at her lips and she can't help herself pulling her gaze away when he notices her acknowledge his stare. He stands taller and runs his hand along his clenched jaw.

"Like-"she pauses. Like, what? Like he was ready to devour her? Because that's how he was looking at her, like he needed her.

"Like you're going to-"

He kisses her. In two swift steps he closes the distance between them and his lips come crashing down against hers. Her resolve snaps and a decades worth of need overcomes her. And he's everywhere yet she still needs more of him. Apparently, she's not alone in giving in to her desires. He immediately grips her thighs and lifts her to the table, claiming the space between her legs. Her dress rides up and bunches near her waist. Her cups her face in his palms and tilts her head back, tugging on her lower lip before swallowing her moan. His hands tangle their way into her hair as she uses her legs to anchor herself closer to him.

He kisses her deeper, licking into her mouth as he tugs gently on her hair.

She undoes two buttons on his shirt, sloppily working it as he places a trail of kisses down her neck. One leg hitches higher behind his back, urging him even closer with each nibble down her neck. He runs his tongue along her exposed collarbone and she arches against him.

She reaches for the buckle on his belt and undoes it in one smooth tug.

"Not here," he whispers against her lips, his voice strained. She can see the look of restraint in his eyes.

She tilts her head, a silent question willing him to explain.

"Donna-" he breathes. He leans forward and rests his nose against hers.

"I've thought about us doing this again more times than I'll ever admit. What it would be like if you and I ever-"

Her eyes grow with his admission. Did this again, she finishes for him.

"So this," he flicks his eyes down, taking in the sight of her breasts pressed flush against his chest. He looks back up and holds her gaze, leaning in ever so slightly with his hand still pressed against the curve in her back, her legs wrapped around his hips from where she's perched on the desk.

"Can't happen right now. Not here, with everyone working out there. Not like this."

She opens her mouth to protest, her need for him overwhelming. Leaning in so that his lips are pressed hot against her ear, he continues.

"Because l remember that last time we did this you were quite vocal and when I fuck you again, Donna, I'm going to do it properly and I want to hear you scream my name."

Oh.