This little smutty nugget was inspired by a Twitter post by Maya:
we deserved at least one scene of Harvey undoing one of those zippers.
Happy reading!
M
unbeta, so please forgive the grammar and spelling mistakes.
It mostly got the best of him when the day was slow or in the evening when he was having a drink before he left the office.
Depending on the dress, it would just beg him to be manhandled. How could something so small and insignificant have such a hold on him? It was getting harder and harder to resist.
Today it was the white dress. Every damn time Donna walked into his office requesting a signature or to drop off some paperwork, he was forced to watch her leave and there it was, tempting (no begging) him to yank it all the way down its shiny golden track.
Harvey murmured, "Fucking zipper," but it must have been loud enough for her to hear, because Donna's long legs stopped and her extremely voluptuous hips turned her on her heels as soon as he said it. The entire movement sent heat to his groin.
"What did you just say?" Her tone was slightly higher than normal—one hand on her hip—while her other hand brushed her long, fiery hair behind her shoulder.
"Nothing. I said nothing." He pretended to be working on the computer when he spoke, avoiding her eye contact. But he knew he wasn't fooling her—after all, she was the damn Harvey whisperer. He could feel her eyes on him but he continued his charade of looking busy.
"Fine, Harvey." She huffed and left his office.
He sighed a breath of relief and continued on with his day. Later, things had picked up, thanks to one of the associates who had missed a deadline to file a motion with the court over one of Harvey's cases.
It had all worked out because Louis called in a favor and Harvey called for the associate's letter of resignation. By the time the ordeal was over, it was well past 7 p.m.
Harvey removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, then poured himself a double. It seemed like the days blurred into the nights and he wondered if things would change. By things, he meant Donna. He had been staring out his highrise window when he heard the soft sound of jazz fill the room. Confused, he turned around and saw Donna standing by his turntable, holding a record in her hand.
"Hey," he said. Suddenly feeling less tired. But he also felt something else he didn't have the energy to fight off.
"Hey," Donna said, putting the record down and walking over to join him. "Pour me one?"
He wanted to say no because he didn't know if he could handle her being around him tonight. He was suddenly aware of the dress, the zipper, and the body that was being hidden by both.
He hesitated but without saying a word, he gave her his glass, then poured himself another drink. Donna took a seat in the chair across from the couch. Her upper thigh was peeking out of her dress.
"Do you mind?" she asked him as she removed her shoes from her feet.
Harvey could only muster a head shake. He took his jacket off (it suddenly felt warm in his office) and plopped down on the edge of the couch. Resting his elbow on the leather armrest. He watched her while he took a sip of the amber liquid and he didn't know if it was the scotch or her that made his body warm all over.
"You're awfully quiet," she said. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she looked him up and down.
Harvey cleared his throat. "Sorry. It was a long day and I was aggravated for most of it."
"I noticed," she said, switching her crossed legs. She did have nice legs; it was one of the first things he noticed about her. There were actually several things, and at the moment they were completely covered by that white fabric prison being held together by that fucking zipper.
"Harvey, what's going on?" She sounded worried this time. Her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip as she fixed her eyes on his.
He didn't know how he was supposed to answer the question. Because honestly, the only thing 'going on' was that he wanted nothing more than to remove her dress and touch every part of her naked body.
"Harvey?"
Her voice was lower now and it vibrated off his dick. She really did need to go or he was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to kiss her. By all accounts, an urge rooted in a decade of desire was getting hard to control.
He managed an unconvincing, "Donna, I'm tired. I just need some time alone."
He tried to sound weary, but when the words escaped his mouth and dragged past his teeth, they sounded more like desire than weariness. It might have worked if he hadn't used that voice.
Donna stood and picked up her shoes. Her dress was still slightly hiked from her sitting and the heel of one of her red bottoms snagged some of the white fabric as she sauntered toward him and he wondered if she knew just how much her walk turned him on.
Donna took a swig of her drink and placed it on the table next to the couch. Her cheeks were a bright crimson, and her lips were swollen.
Harvey stretched his arms out, resting them on the back of the couch, portraying an air of confidence, even though he was only confident in one thing at the moment: she was getting to him. The whole thing was beginning to play out in his mind like an episode of Mad Men.
"Okay Harvey. Goodnight."
She wasn't conceding—she was daring. Her voice was low and hushed and he was very aware of the rasp in her tone.
Donna turned around to leave and there it was, staring at him, tempting him. Golden and shiny down the length of her slender frame, stopping at her round ass.
Fuck! It was all too much. He pushed off against the couch and grabbed her wrist.
"Wait," he said. They stood for a moment with his hand on her wrist and her back toward him.
"Harvey, I—" Was all she managed before he moved his body flush against hers. He suddenly felt bold; maybe it was because her back was facing him (it's easier to let her know how he felt without staring into eternity).
Then, he dropped her wrist. If she wanted to leave, now was the time. But he knew she wasn't going anywhere.
The heat off their bodies was thick and intoxicating as he put his hand at the corner of her nape and shoulder; in response, she leaned her head to the side, granting him more access.
Her body shivered at his touch: She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. A tiny moan escaped her mouth and he thought he might come right then and there.
She rocked back into him, and her entire body leaned against him as she did so. Every cell in his body was on fire as he moved his mouth to her neck. His lips, once he tasted her salty, perfumed skin, moved up the length of her neck. Donna's head dipped back against his upper chest as he sloppily bathed her in wet, needy kisses.
She reached her hands behind her, grasping for his waist while his own hands moved up her sides. A decade long desire pulsated through his veins as he made his way up to her breasts.
"Harveyyyy," a breathy Donna squeezed at his waist and his dick pushed against his Tom Ford navy suit pants.
While his mouth was busy inhaling every inch of her skin, his hands dipped inside her dress v-neckline seizing hold of her full cleavage. He hissed against her ear as he felt her soft, supple mounds in the palm of his hands. For a moment, it was enough, until it wasn't and he turned her around.
Her eyes were dark orbs, filled with hunger for him—but something else sat just beyond the need, something he'd always seen but ignored.
Over the years, they had called it a lot of things: respect, faith, trust, and loyalty, but now he knew what it really was. Love. She loved him and he knew it because he loved her too.
"Donna."
It was all he managed to get past his lips before she sealed the rest of his words with a kiss. Her lips on his, their tongues tangled in a passionate frenzy, pushed him over the edge. His hands crawled up her body to the back of her dress, landing at the top of the golden zipper (the fucking zipper).
Donna pulled away suddenly and he instantly missed her. "Wait," she said, out of breath and clearly suffering from a Harvey-induced stupor (his specialty). She placed her hand on his bicep and said, "Take me home, Harvey."
He nodded and reluctantly dropped his hands from his task.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, pulling her into a hug. She was shorter without her heels and he wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and take her anywhere she wanted to go.
"Are you sure?"
"You can't do that; ask a question with a question," he told her, flashing his Specter smile and she giggled.
"C'mon. Let's get the hell out of here. We've waited long enough, and I, for one, can't wait that much longer," he told her as he picked up his suit jacket and she put her heels back on.
He called Ray in the elevator while she lathered him with playful kisses on his neck. It was hard not to throw her against the elevator wall and press the stop button. But she told him to take her home, and he had a history of doing what she asked.
A short car ride later, they arrived at his place. "It's closer," was all he said when Donna shot him a puzzled look.
Another fucking elevator ride and he thought he might lose his shit. Their hands were all over each other, tugging at the cotton material that kept them from what they really wanted.
As soon as he shut the door to his apartment, Donna pressed her lips fast and hard against his. A frenzy ensued as she pulled at his tie and piece by piece, he shed his top clothing.
Bare-chested, he half-walked and half-carried her toward the living room. Her hot breath pricked his skin as their bodies and lips bumped into each other with every movement.
Once they made it to the couch, he slowed things down—he had one objective in mind, and he was going to enjoy it. As if she knew what he wanted, Donna turned around, moving her hair from the back of her neck, and then she instructed him, "Unzip me, Harvey."
She didn't have to tell him twice; he'd only been obsessing about it for years. He pulled the back of her shoulders square to him and she whined in anticipation. His lips once again found the tender spot at the bottom of her neck. As he slowly kissed and sucked at her skin, his hands settled at the top of her dress, feeling for the start of the zipper.
She once again tipped her head back, resting it against his chest, as his lips moved up the nape of her neck. Her breath quickened as he slowly moved his hands down, taking the tiny gold pulley with him.
"Please, Harvey."
She begged him as he continued to lather her with wet kisses. Then his hand stopped as the tiny gold pulley reached the end of the zipper teeth (victory). Her dress hung loosely attached to her body and his hand slid it off her shoulders. He watched as the soft white fabric fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.
"You're gorgeous."
The words clinged to his throat as he said them, her back toward him still. She was wearing a nude-colored lace thong and a matching bra. His hands ran along her naked torso as she fell back against his body, moaning from every touch.
She was unsteady, and he held her with one hand at her waist while the other found her breasts. They were soft and ample and all he wanted was to suck on each one (he didn't need whip cream).
His tongue, lips, and hands explored every ounce of her exposed body. He pushed her against the fireplace wall and she braced her body with her forearms.
"Harvey," she whimpered his name as he moved one hand down her ass and in between her legs, spreading them apart. He pushed his body against her, whispering into her ear, "I want to make you come," he said. And a throaty purr escaped her mouth. His lips once again settled at her neck while his hand slid up her inner thigh, teasing at the entrance of her warm pussy.
Donna clawed at her thong underwear and he helped her as they both worked them down her legs. His hand cupped her well-manicured silky center as his fingers flicked and rubbed her tight bud. Her hips jerked as he slowly slid one finger inside her wet entrance.
She yelled his name as each digit took a turn exploring her spongy, soft center. His dick was jealous as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her. She fell forward, and her ass pressed against his erection as he worked her over with one, two, and three fingers.
She was tight and wet and he watched as her body shook while her walls contracted around his fingers.
"That's it. That's my good girl," as she came all over his fingers. He bent over her, kissing her back as he pulled his hand from in between her legs. Her slick arousal was still on his hand as he licked his fingers clean.
Donna turned her head and said, "Please, Harvey, I need you inside me."
His arm was still around her waist as he gently centered her ass in front of his groin. He rubbed her bottom and moved his hand back to her exposed center.
"Fuck Donna, you're so wet for me." He said as he hurriedly unzipped his pants and freed his dick.
"You have no idea, Harvey," she quipped back. "I carry an extra pair of underwear with me every day. You always make me wet."
Her confession sent his brain into overdrive. He took a few pumps with his hand, feeling his hardness between his fingers, then slowly entered her from behind. Her legs spread wider as he pushed his dick past her entrance and into her marshmallow-wet center.
Twin moans escaped their mouths as he slowly moved inside her, centering himself just right and hitting her special spot. She braced herself against the wall while his arm tightened around her waist—thrusting in and out of her.
Donna's ass slapped against his center as he increased his pace. Harvey closed his eyes, concentrating on making her come while holding himself back. He wanted nothing more than to please her.
"I'm close, Harvey," she managed with a slight growl in her voice and he tightened his hold around her waist once more, pushing fervently deeper inside her with every thrust. Fire consumed his body as he felt her walls tighten once more around him, coming undone.
Fuckkk he heard her cry behind his closed eyes as he plunged deeper and faster, sending her past the edge and him chasing after her, spilling every ounce of control he had left inside of her.
Harvey continued to have aftershocks inside her swollen pussy and for a moment he held her there, panting into her ear. Donna giggled as his warm breath finally settled into a normal breathing pattern.
He pulled himself out and his release dripped down her leg. He helped her as she found her footing, turning her around in his arms.
Donna's face was flushed, and her eyes were full of contentment. "Harvey, I have to ask. What changed?"
He thought long and hard as he held her in his arms. "Nothing really changed; I just finally noticed what had been right in front of me for all these years."
She smiled sweetly and nodded.
"That and the zipper."
Her face contorted in a look of bewilderment, but before she could ask what he meant, he continued, "I got tired of watching you leave my office with those goddamn zippers teasing me."
Donna giggled. "Well, in that case, remind me to purchase more dresses with zippers in the back."
He chuckled, then leaned down to meet her lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
~The End~