This story exists because
1) I wanted to release another one of my many drafts
2) The sheer amount of Suits content recently has really made me miss them
3) Man, I really am just such a sucker for pre-canon darvey. I love them together as a couple but seriously ask yourself, does any other couple have such high-quality tension and angst?
hope you enjoy! *teehee*
It happens when he least expects it.
It's another late night, and it's just him and her left behind in the glass dome they call home. Too exhausted to follow the rules of professionalism, he's tossed his jacket and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, allowing himself to freely wrinkle his wardrobe after another day of phone calls, meetings, and other bullshit.
Donna finds him staring into space waiting for her to finish up work. When she murmurs a soft "hey" to notify him of her presence, he quickly snaps out of his own trance and turns to face her.
She's smiling softly at him, like she always does to him, and he can't help the feeling of warmth that spreads across his chest. In her blush pink dress, she looks beautiful, and somehow, with the magical Donna power of hers, the tension of the day slowly melts out of his body and he forgets why he was so tired in the first place.
"Hi," he murmurs, feeling a little shy for some reason.
He doesn't know if he's just imagining it, but the lights in the office seem dimmer while the skyline from outside shines brighter, and it almost seems a little more romantic.
"Want a drink?" he asks, as he gets up and walks over to his scotch.
She scoffs in mock offense. "I sure as hell didn't come here to just talk to you,"
Harvey chuckles at that. "Eaaasy, Paulsen. Work's over now. You can drop the armor for ten minutes."
"Then who would keep you in place?" she fires back easily.
"Just for you, I promise to be on my best behavior for the next ten minutes,"
"And after that?"
"No guarantees," he flirts lightly with his signature smirk.
"Idiot," she responds, but he can see her amused smile as he hands her drink over to her.
Their hands brush but it's always been that way. He won't admit it, but they've probably said more to each other with their actions than they've actually ever verbally communicated. It's less commitment.
She sits down on his couch, and him on his armchair. He asks about her day, and happily listens to her go off on a tirade about her intern Miranda can't keep the senior partner's names straight, how Louis keeps asking her to go mudding, and she reamed two associates for playing Candy Crush right in the middle of the bullpen. That's one thing he truly likes about Donna, he thinks- she's all passion.
Donna doesn't know what's gotten into her tonight.
Her and Harvey having drinks at the end of a long night is nothing new, and neither is her appreciation for how good he always looks.
But there's just something, something- that makes her more inclined than usual tonight to push the boundaries they've set for themselves.
It might be the way she loves how she looks today. The color of her dress fits her skin tone perfectly, her cleavage is slightly more on display than usual but still appropriate, and her hair fell perfectly in place after she did her magic in the morning.
It might be because it's been a while since she's had time to date, and she's really looking forward to the next chance she has to properly let loose.
But it's probably because Harvey looks fucking phenomenal tonight. She had to hide a shiver when she walked in and first noticed his bare forearms since they've always been a weakness for her. But now he's here, listening to her go on about the boring parts of her day with a look that could almost be mistaken for a mix of admiration and desire, and she has to subtly cross her legs.
The banter isn't helping, either. As they continue chatting, she can't help but think about what it'd be like if Harvey actually threw his good behavior out of the window and downright ravished her in all the ways he wasn't supposed to. It crosses his mind, she knows, because while he's paying attention for the most part, his gaze has been slowly traveling down her figure and lingering longer with the amount of alcohol they consume.
God, the money she'd pay, to be able to ride him until she came while feeling his strong hands gripping her waist while his mouth sucked at her neck and moaned her name.
She has one sip of Scotch left, and she vows to push her thoughts of fucking Harvey's brains out once she's finished her drink.
She's about to throw her glass back and then call it a night, when she's suddenly jolted by the classic Radar sound of an Apple alarm going off.
"What the hell?" she asks, looking at him inquisitively.
She's even more confused when Harvey tries to hide his shit-eating grin behind his glass. "Told you I could behave myself for ten minutes," he smugly explains, as he maintains eye contact and takes another sip.
She doesn't know if he's doing it on purpose, but Harvey's legs widen as he teases her and it gives her a perfect vantage point of his crotch. That, combined with what he's saying... It's more than she should be expected to handle.
She wants to sit on his lap so badly, wants to grind down on him and feel his bulge as it hardens. Her legs can only cross so far, and her underwear is already ruined.
Technically, she hasn't finished her drink yet...
Before the silence between them gets awkward, Donna consciously feels herself lose her inhibitions. To hell with consequences, she thinks, as she feels herself feel more intoxicated at the sight of him. Next time, he'll think twice before he puts on that fucking gray tie.
"Congratulations," she breathes out, as she sets her glass down and stands up to slip her shoes off. "Maybe- now's the perfect time for you to misbehave,"
It's a little out of character for her to say, she knows, but her adrenaline is racing and she can't find herself to care. It was now or never.
"And what do you mean by tha- " he asks, unsure how to interpret her words.
She doesn't pay his astonishment much mind, only continues to walk towards him before kneeling in between his legs.
"I'm tired of this, Harvey," she states simply, as she reaches for his belt buckle and begins loosening it.
"T-tired of what?" Harvey musters, his eyes now wide as saucers. He puts his glass down and grips the armrests of his chair instead, and Donna revels at the fact that he can't concentrate on anything but her right now. She also notices that he's not making any moves to stop her, either. Her quick hands move to his trousers next, and she expertly pops the button open and slides the zipper down while minimally grazing his length- just enough to make her intentions know, but not enough for him to be satisfied.
He keeps looking at her, now with hooded eyes as if he can't believe what's happening. She notices his protruding jawline, knows that in the game of making Harvey spiral out of his usual demeanor and control, she's clearly winning.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't want this," she says, pausing her movement to look him straight in the eye.
If she's being honest with herself, she fucking loves this, loves insinuating what she wants as Harvey sits bewildered with his erection at her mercy. She's on her knees and in a lower position, but she still has all the power as he decides her next move.
She stands up slowly, pleased that his eyes trace her figure again. "I'm tired of pretending like I don't think about you at night," she continues with a low voice.
She lifts her dress with one hand and grabs his shoulder with the other as she slowly straddles his lap. "I'm tired of pretending like the other time didn't happen, when I touch myself and imagine it's you sliding into me over and over again,"
She starts grinding down on him for good measure just to emphasize her point and can't help a moan of her own when she feels the warmth from his lap emanate between her thighs. Harvey's short-circuiting, she can tell. Any blood that he has traveled south, she can feel him hardening, and she thinks she could easily become addicted to how he's looking at her now, like he shouldn't but he can't hold back.
"Donna," he whimpers, unable to say anything.
"Harvey," she quips back, doing a figure-eight motion with her hips so that she can rock on him again. His hands are about to break the sides of the chair off, still too scared to touch her, but his hips easily acquiesce as he arches up against her helplessly.
She stills and sits snugly on his lap and leans forward to loop her arms around his neck and whisper into his ear.
"You know what I'm most tired of, though?" she asks seductively.
"What," he pants out, desperately trying to hold his breath.
She trails a hand down his shoulder to trace light circles around his pecs. "I'm tired of pretending you're not staring at my tits thinking about how good they felt when you slid your bock between them,"
"I'm tired of pretending you're not checking out my ass, thinking about how you bent me over my counter and fucked me in my kitchen," her hands begin to undo his tie, partly because she loves the look and also because he looks like he needs the extra breathing room.
"Tell me you don't want this, Harvey," she pants in his ear. "Tell me this is all just in my head, and that you can say no to me right now and walk away."
He can't. He can't say no.
Harvey has no idea what the fuck has transpired since his alarm rang. It was meant to be a stupid joke, and somehow its teleported him into the fucking twilight zone and he's about to have a ruptured aneurysm trying to protect them while refusing the one thing he always thought he couldn't have.
Donna's hardly done much but her presence and her words alone are enough to make him lose his fucking mind, and it's taking him every inch of self restraint to not give in.
"Donna," he growls out, in a last attempt to save them both.
He thinks it's a lost cause, but he has to try. In all of these past years, he's always thought Donna would be the one to keep them at bay, so he has no real backup plan when she's the one ready to toss it all in.
"You just have to say no, Harvey," she waits patiently as she peppers kisses down his thick neck. He shuts his eyes and tries not to focus on how fucking heavenly it feels.
Everything she said, it's all true. He does look and think of her that way and he doesn't see the point in lying now. He's pretty sure the tightness of his pants have given him away already anyway.
"I-" he tries to move his hands to her hips to steady himself and clear his mind, but it proves to be the wrong move. All he can think about is how easily he could just sheath into her and bounce her mercilessly up and down his length. Once his fingers come in contact with her hips, he's gripping the fabric of her dress tighter than he did the chair, trying his very best not to pull her down and thrust up. He's holding onto her as if she's the last bearing for his self-control, despite the fact she's the very reason he's about to lose all of it.
He nearly blacks out when Donna's hands cover his. "Hm, feels good doesn't it,"
To hell with it, he thinks. He can't be fucked to think about the aftermath of their actions now, not when she's sitting on his lap and literally asking for it.
"Fucking hell, Donna, how the fuck am I supposed to say no," he growls again, as he finally lets himself go. His hands leave her hips, and travel frantically under her skirt again. The second his fingers come in contact with the bare skin of her ass, he's grabbing at her roughly so that his cock collides directly with her center.
"Shit," he revels at the sensation, giving her ass a good squeeze as he keeps humping into her. When he parts her cheeks, she throws her head back at the sensation, offering him a perfect vantage point of her breasts.
"Fuck, Harvey," she gasps.
He's overstimulated by the pleasure- he can't fucking believe he has Donna in her arms again moaning his name, and he can also tell that she's already soaked and ready from how she keeps rubbing against his briefs. He moves a hand to her panties and lets out a muffled groan even though it was confirming what he already knew. He rubs her slit through the dainty fabric and she practically starts mewling at the sensation.
"Tell me again," he demands, touching her more prominently, now more than willing to take advantage of the situation. "Tell me how you thought of me sliding into you,"
"Mmpph," Donna responds as she bites down on her lip to curb her pleasure.
"Donna," he orders, not relenting. "If you're going to make me lose my fucking mind, I wanna hear you say it. Tell. Me."
If she really was going to play into his most forbidden fantasy, he sure as hell was going to milk it.
"Nobody fucked me like you did," she finally pants, the dam between her forbidden truth broken. "For months after The Other Time I kept replaying your thick cock thrusting into me and god the thought of it made me so wet,"
"Good girl," he coos, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. In reality, his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of him once being the center of her wet fantasies.
He gets bolder then, roughly shoving the fabric of her underwear aside while simultaneously moaning out how drenched she is. He easily inserts two fingers into her, and can barely contain himself when she immediately starts gyrating her hips, trying to get him deeper.
Her walls feel fucking phenomenal, and his eyes can't help but roll back in pleasure. While third base is already crossing a line, there's no way Harvey can refuse going all the way with her now with how tight she's already gripping him.
"Donna— I can't stop," he grunts, picking up the pace with his fingers.
"I don't want you to," she gasps in return, "I want you to fuck me, Harvey,"
"Fuck," he strains out, on the verge of blacking out. He quickly pulls his fingers out but before she can complain, he's freed his rock-hard length from his briefs and sinking his cock slowly into her wet heat.
"Harv—ah," she whimpers at his sudden intrusion. She's gasping into his neck right after when she feels his large hands grab her ass again so that he can spread her cheeks and bury himself to the hilt inside her.
"God," he moans, on the brink of delirium as he feels her walls twitch around him. "For what it's worth, I couldn't stop thinking about your pussy either, how it was just as tight and warm and perfect like I imagined," he murmurs into her breasts.
"Fuck, Harvey, fuck yes," she moans in response, grinding down on him uncontrollably.
There's nothing quite like hearing Donna lose her shit as he's deep inside her, and the thought of it alone is nearly enough to bring him to the brink. Instead, Harvey focuses on building a steady rhythm, anchoring his hands by her hips and sliding her up and down his shaft at a torturously slow pace.
"You missed my cock, didn't you?" he grunts in her ear.
"God yes," she practically wails. "You feel so good inside of me,"
Harvey's one step from fucking her into oblivion when he realizes there's one last thing he wants to see. When he's fully sheathed inside her again, he lets go of her, fully stopping their momentum.
"W-what's wrong?" she asks, clearly confused from her daze.
"I wanna all of you, " he grins cheekily. "Like you said, I've been thinking about them all fucking day,"
She doesn't even think about the glass walls, automatically reaching to pull down the zipper of her dress. Once it's loosened, she feels another flash of heat course through her as Harvey eagerly tugs the front of her dress off her shoulders and hungrily pulls down the cups of her bra.
"Jesus Christ, they're even prettier than I remembered," he can't help but exclaim as he starts palming her breasts in awe.
His dick twitches deliciously at the feel of her soft skin and she can literally feel him react. "And here I always thought you were more of an ass man," she breathes out, sighing as Harvey squeezes her right breast roughly.
"Yeah, until I tore off your purple lingerie the other time and saw all you had to offer, couldn't really be the same after that,"
"I had no idea I had so much influence,"
"You know damn well more than anyone just how much of an influence you have over me," he practically growls in faux anger, pushing her to sit even closer so that her chest was closer to his face.
"And besides, even when I became more of a breasts man, nobody's rack was ever as mouthwatering as yours," he pairs his confession with a languid lick over one of her nipples. "Can't believe I get to taste you like this again," is all the warning he gives before he starts sucking on her breasts with no inhibitions.
His last sentence sends her mind spinning as she also tries to stifle her moans at his ministrations. Despite the fact her walls are gripping his cock, there's still yet another line they are on the verge of crossing- that this could actually mean something for the both of them rather than a pleasurable quickie in the office.
Scared with how it's slowly turning into something it's not and frustrated by how wet he keeps making her, Donna decides to take charge, using his shoulders as leverage to intentionally slide up and down.
"Harvey, just fuck me already," she commands.
He detached his mouth from her with a pop.
"Impatient, are we," he smirks.
"Shut up," she groans.
"I can't—I've been waiting for this day for the last decade, and I'm sure as hell going to enjoy it every way I can,"
Harvey moves his hands down to her hips once again, and Donna nearly keens over in anticipation for the ride of a lifetime.
He starts slowly, bouncing her up and down again, this time with his eyes fixated on how she reacts to his ministrations.
For a while, all they're able to do is gasp at the feel of each other as they reacquaint themselves. They both realize on their own then, that it had been foolish to try and move on from something that felt as good as this.
"Fuck," he spits out as his eyes peer down to where he's sliding in and out of her. "This is better than anything I ever thought of,"
"You're probably the best I've ever had," Donna can't help but admit.
"Probably?" Harvey counters with a particularly hard thrust.
"Oh come on, that's not what I meant and you know it."
"I guess I have to up the game then," Harvey pretends to muse as he holds her still and guides his hand to smoothly slide to rub her clit gently.
"Oh, fuck yes, Harvey that feels so-"
She can't even recognize the noise she makes when he pulls his hand away.
"Tell me I'm the best," he demands.
She had no idea he would be this demanding, but she'd be lying if it didn't make her even more aroused. "You already know you are, I don't know why you need to keep hearing it," she tries her best to pant back.
"Helps to know I'm the best for you," he responds without losing a beat.
She's blushing before she can even fully comprehend how oddly sweet that sentiment is. But Harvey being the bastard that he is doesn't give her a second as he shifts her around higher onto his lap.
When he slides her up and down again, she practically moans at the new angle. His hand finds her slit once again and before she knows it, she's riding him vigorously as if her hips have a conscience of their own. It's a few seconds before she notices that Harvey's mostly gone silent, gaze locked on her with an intensity that almost scares her.
Uncertain of the intimacy, Donna closes her eyes and focuses on chasing her orgasm. She brings his hands back to her ass again.
"Make me come, Harvey, harder than I did last time."
"Fuck, Donna, give a guy a warning when you're gonna say something like that," he groans as his dick twitches at her request.
He leans forward now, taking all the control back with the shift of gravity. Anchoring her hips down, he drives himself into her with deep hard strokes and bites down on the column of her neck. "God, I love fucking you," he murmurs as if it were a thought he wasn't supposed to say out loud.
"Oh God, Harvey-" is all she's able to whimper before she feels the familiar rush of her walls contracting uncontrollably and then the subsequent sensation of warmth from Harvey as he hits his peak seconds later.
And just as jarring as his alarm was just minutes prior, the weight of what they'd just done strikes them both before he even has the chance to pull out.
She's off his lap and out of his office before he's able to utter another word.