Prompt #4 by darveygreatness: "Christmas party. Harvey gets jealous because guys continue to hit on Donna"
"Can I buy you a drink?" The tall blonde with the overtly chiseled jaw asked Donna as she stood at the bar with an empty glass.
She returned a polite smile and held up her glass.
"No, thank you. I'm waiting for someone."
"My loss," he said as he proceeded to give the bartender his order.
"You know, if I were your date, I'd make sure to be on time. A beautiful woman, such as yourself, shouldn't be left alone."
The bartender handed the chatty, tall blonde his drink and rolled his eyes toward Donna at the man's attempt at flirting.
She released a small chuckle and turned to the man. "I appreciate your concern. But I'm capable of taking care of myself."
"I'm Will," he said, offering his hand in greeting.
"Hi, Will. I'm Donna." And she politely shook his hand.
Will leaned against the bar next to Donna and took a sip of his drink.
"Is this the first NYSBA gala you've been to?" He asked her.
"It is. How'd you know?"
"I feel like I'd remember you, Donna." He grinned.
Donna nodded and before she could reply, her phone buzzed.
Hey.
"Sorry, Will. Do you mind if I answer this real quick?" Will nodded politely and averted his gaze from Donna's phone.
Hey yourself.
Sorry, I'm getting in the elevator now. Where are you?
Bar. But hurry.
Why? Are you okay?
Yes. But Will's trying hard to close the deal.
Who's Will?
Donna?
She didn't reply.
Donna smirked, then turned to Will.
"Will, I appreciate you trying to make conversation. I'm flattered. But like I said, my date…"
No sooner did she speak.
"Harvey Specter!" Will said, looking past her shoulder as he spoke. He was clearly excited to see the famous closer and Donna smirked to herself at what was about to happen.
Poor Will.
Donna turned around. "You're late," she said.
Harvey returned a grin and raised his hand at the bartender. "Macallan 25, please, and one for the beautiful lady here."
"You'll have to do better than buy me a drink. Will already offered and I just met him." Donna said teasingly as she pointed to Will.
"Ah, I see. He's your date," Will said, suddenly getting the implications of moving in on Harvey Specter's date. Trying to save face, he turned to Harvey and said, "Sorry, Specter, I didn't know."
Harvey was still looking at Donna when he responded, "It's wife; and goodbye, Will."
There was gravel in his voice and it made Donna's insides tingle. And Will, the blonde with the chiseled jawline, walked away.
"Harvey." She said playfully with a seductive inflection.
"Donna," he said, mimicking her tone.
Harvey took Will's spot next to her and he rested his elbows on the bar as he puffed his chest in victory.
Donna smirked. "You're ridiculous."
"Yeah, well, you love me anyway."
Seconds later, the bartender dropped their drinks off; he turned to leave but not before turning to Harvey—
"You know, she's had to fend off three others before you. What makes you think you're not just going to be number four?"
Harvey turned toward Donna and held three fingers up, mouthing the word three.
Donna rolled her eyes. "Thanks, but I'm stuck with this one." The bartender shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Harvey took Donna's hand. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said pensively.
"You should be." She was half-kidding.
"How can I make it up to you?" He asked, leaning in.
"Well, you can start by dancing with me, and then later..." she said, clearing her throat. "I better not say it out loud, considering I'm a lady."
Harvey's smile reached the corner of his eyes. It was brilliant and it made her heart skip.
"There it is. That's my smile," Donna said. He held out his hand, but not after he finished his drink. Donna placed her hand in his and pulled Harvey onto the dance floor.
"How is it that you're such a good dancer?" Donna asked as he led her effortlessly across the dance area.
Harvey shrugged his shoulders, then gently pushed her out in a twirl and pulled her back into his body. He whispered in her ear, "You know I hate it." His voice was low and hushed and Donna's flesh pricked in response.
Clearly confused, she asked: "Hate what? The dancing?"
"No. When men flirt with you. I don't like it," he said with a decent amount of restraint and Donna giggled against his shoulder.
"Oh, you mean you're jealous?"
"Yeah, well."
Another twirl.
"Yeah, well, what?" she asked.
Donna tilted her head in his direction and their eyes met. He sighed at her question and she patted his lapel.
"Don't worry, handsome. You have nothing to worry about."
"I love you, Donna. You know that, right?" His voice cracked and she thought her heart did as well. He slowed them down, and she was certain that they were the only two people in the room at that moment.
"Harvey. Of course I know that. And I mean it. You have nothing to worry about. You think I'm letting you go now when I pined over you for over a decade?"
"To be fair, I was in love with you; I just didn't want to admit it. Too much to lose." He resonated, and his hand pulled her in closer.
Another twirl and then the music stopped. As they were leaving the dance floor, someone called Harvey's name from behind. He turned around to see another lawyer he had worked with on a pro-bono case last spring.
"You go ahead. I'll meet you at the table," Harvey told her and he squeezed her hand.
Donna nodded and walked over to their assigned table. Every year, all area law firms were invited to the New York State Bar holiday fundraiser gala.
Harvey and Donna were flying solo tonight. Louis and Sheila were in Boston, visiting her family. Samantha and Alex both had prior commitments and Katrina had the flu. Reluctantly, Harvey agreed to go.
She had not been alone at the table for long when two gentlemen joined her. They were attorneys from a new firm on Manhattan's Lower East Side. One sat beside her and introduced himself as James, while the other sat on the other side of the table. They kept her entertained, and by the time Harvey arrived, two others had too: an attorney and the CEO of a rival firm.
The conversation was light and Harvey was thinking about a hundred other things he could be doing instead of this. One thing particularly required Donna's participation.
Lately, due to his heavy workload, they hadn't had the opportunity to spend as much time together as he desired, especially since they just entered the forever phase of their relationship.
She looked stunning tonight in a black gown that hugged all of his favorite parts of her. Parts he wanted to see. He watched her as she chatted with the young man next to her. Harvey didn't want to share her with anyone tonight, and the fact that they had not spent much time together lately made him even more jealous.
He wanted her all to himself.
"Hey," Harvey said softly in her ear and Donna leaned in close. She raised a finger to him, half-heartedly keeping her gaze on the young attorney as he finished his sentence on courtroom strategies. Harvey ignored Donna's silent warning and continued, "I want to take you home. Remove that dress from your body and do things to you that I can't say out loud."
"Oh, that sounds interesting," Donna said to James, but she was clearly responding to Harvey's private proposal.
Harvey smiled and placed his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her dress. Donna swallowed hard and cleared her throat.
"Harvey." Her voice was hushed, low, and filled with need.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you tell James here about your recent entry to the journal on the three best closing strategies?"
"Sure. I'd love to," Harvey said in a tone that meant the opposite.
He slid his thumb under the hem of her dress and he waited for her to give him a sign. She licked her lips and the corner of her mouth tipped up into a small half-smile.
Green light.
Harvey's fingers brushed her soft skin as he slowly moved his hand up Donna's leg.
"First James. Know the person you're trying to close the deal with. Every intimate detail if you can," he said in a double entourage.
Donna's breath quickened as he continued to slide his hand higher up her leg. Harvey smiled, knowing full well the effect he was having on her. She shifted closer, granting him better access.
He continued talking to James as he simultaneously moved his hand between her thighs, reaching her warm center, and, to his pleasant surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"It's important to make sure you are confident in your approach. That way, nothing can surprise you," he said as his fingers brushed against her silky box. Donna turned her head toward Harvey, resting it in the palm of her hand. Her cheeks were crimson and her face radiated pure pleasure.
James nodded attentively at Harvey's advice, completely unaware of the sexual foreplay taking place between Donna and Harvey under the table. Harvey was so good at what he did that no one at the table was the wiser.
"And lastly, James, always follow through to the end," he said as he slowly inserted two fingers inside Donna's spongy, slick center.
Harvey watched as she closed her eyes at the overwhelming sensation. He could feel her walls pulsating as he swirled his fingers inside her. She bit her bottom lip and she placed her hand on top of his forearm, gripping it tightly as his fingers worked her over.
"That's interesting. I was wondering what your thoughts were on corporate greed lawsuits." One of the lawyers asked Harvey. But before he could answer, Donna blurted out.
"Harvey, I'm not feeling well. Can you take me home?"
James glanced over at Donna and then back to Harvey. "You know, she is looking a little flushed."
Harvey slowly moved his fingers in and out, and Donna dipped her chin toward her chest. Her free hand white-knuckled the corner of the table while she took a deep breath.
"Harvey… I…,"
"Ms. Specter, are you okay?" James asked with a concerned and slightly confused look on his face.
"Should I get a doctor?" Another concerned voice from the table asked.
"No!" Donna managed. Her lips curled down and she bit her bottom lip.
"Please, Harvey. I…," she couldn't finish her sentence.
Blood rushed to Harvey's groin as his fingers hooked the inside of Donna's magic spot. His dick was growing and while he was enjoying himself, he wanted more of her.
He needed more.
"Okay, Donna. Let me get you home."
Harvey slowly removed his fingers from her marshmallowy, firm center, wiping her slick arousal on the inside of her thigh.
He stood and quickly buttoned his tux jacket, making sure to hide his growing hard-on.
Donna gathered herself for a brief minute before she joined him, avoiding any eye contact with the table.
"Excuse us," Harvey said, resting his hand on Donna's ass. Not wasting any more of their evening on the event. Harvey, with Donna in tow, made a beeline to the elevators.
"Harvey, where are we going?" She said, confused, flustered, and thanking her mother for her long legs that enabled her to keep up with Harvey's rushed stride.
"Do you think I can wait till we get home?" He asked rhetorically because they both knew neither one of them could wait. His hand roamed from her ass to the small of her back as he maneuvered them through the crowd of people.
Donna shook her head, her body still tingling from Harvey's one-on-one attention under the table.
"Then where are we going?"
"I had no intention of us going home tonight. I booked us the suite weeks ago when I found out we had to attend this thing."
Donna giggled at Harvey's rushed state. They reached the elevators and Donna turned around. He gathered her up in his arms.
"Why, Harvey Specter, you have just earned an entire evening of pure, anything goes fuckery."
"Donna. Goddamn, no underwear!" He exclaimed in a gruff voice reserved only for her. Seconds later, two other patrons joined them as they waited by the elevator. He tipped his head toward her ear, whispering so the strangers couldn't hear, "I can't wait to get you upstairs and finish what I started."
Donna hummed in response and rested her head on his chest and he pulled her closer into his body. The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.
They waited impatiently for the elevator to chime, alerting them to their floor.
By the time they made it through the suite door, Harvey's tux jacket was already on the floor and Donna was working on unbuckling his pants while he was pulling her dress above her hips.
There wasn't time for undressing completely but their hands still fought for skin as their lips crashed into a sloppy, needy kiss. Donna freed his dick and he moaned into her mouth as she pressed him to the inside of her thigh. In response, Harvey grabbed her ass, palming and kneading at the fleshy parts of her backside.
"Shit Harvey, I almost came at the table." She said it in a horse voice that sent shockwaves to his dick.
"I need…," She begged him as her hands held the length of him and Harvey smiled that smile.
That fucking smile made her center pulsate and her ears ring. There wasn't one part of her body that was immune to that smile.
In one movement, he picked her up by her ass and pushed her back against the floor-length mirrored wall. The reflection of Donna's back against the mirror, her ass out, and him pressing against her threw him into overdrive.
"What do you need, Donna?"
"You. I need you." Her voice was husky and irregular. She was clearly trying to remain present but every touch and kiss from him sent her mind into oblivion.
Harvey centered her around his groin. She responded by wrapping her legs around him and in one movement, she took the length of him inside her warm, wet pussy.
In unison, they let out deep, throaty moans as the exquisite sensation of their bodies finally colliding with one another took over their senses. His grip tightened around her thighs, and Harvey secured her against the mirror.
She didn't need much; him holding her against the mirror with his dick inside of her had already sent her body close to her edge. Then he whispered into her ear, "You're all mine, Donna Specter. No one else's," and his body took over. His thrusts were quick and rushed, in and out of her with needy desire and she let out a high-pitched noise. She didn't think she would last long.
"I'm all yours, Harvey," the words spilled from her mouth in a growl. His lips traced her neck as his teeth playfully nipped at her nape. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she braced herself as the heat started to well up inside of her. Her hands pulled and scratched at Harvey's back. Every inch of her body was on fire as Harvey pushed further and deeper inside her.
The noises of their love-making surrounded the room.
Panting: His lips found hers in a passionate, sloppy kiss. Tongues intertwined as he sent her closer and closer to the edge with every deep thrust.
Smacking: Bodies joined in an unspoken rhythm, guiding them to their peak. Her legs clenched his waist and it didn't take long for Harvey to feel her walls tighten around him.
"I'm close," she whined, and her warm breath against his neck sent chills up his spine.
"Come for me. Only me." His voice was deep and sultry and he took several hard pumps. Her body responded to his command and together they cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as they chased one another to the peak and back.
Her heart was racing from her oxytocin-induced state; she was dizzy and out of breath. And she felt every inch of love for this man. Harvey tucked his head in between her clavicle and neck, and she started to giggle as he peppered tiny wet kisses on her skin.
"Shit Harvey. That was—" She couldn't finish her sentence and Harvey chuckled into her skin.
"That's the third time I've left you speechless," he said.
His legs felt like jello as he slowly put her down. She looked delicious all sexed up before him, his claim oozing down her leg.
Her face was flushed and her cheeks were rosy. But what he loved most about her was the way she looked at him. Her eyes were full of love.
She grabbed his hand and walked backward, leading him toward the bed. Donna's dress was still hiked above her hips, revealing her exquisitely manicured, swollen pussy.
His pussy. He chuckled and she squinted her eyes suspiciously at him. He ignored her glance, continuing to let her lead him to the bed. He'd follow her anywhere.
"Help me take this off," she said and he unzipped her dress. He removed his clothing as well and they both crawled into bed. Hands roaming freely along their naked bodies.
"Maybe you should be late more often." She said it teasingly as she ran her fingers along his side.
"Maybe you should get hit on more often," he quipped back.
Donna laughed, leaned in, and pressed her lips against his—making a mental note to herself.
A jealous Harvey had his perks.
