Hello,

Bear with me here. It's my head canon. I do feel like I need to explain a little. In my mind, the one and only time together remains in tact. However, I believe they gave in to desire on several occasions. So these are the times they both compromised.

This is a continuation of the last chapter. The next chapter will time jump to S4E5. You all know it—the "I'm a Donna fan." episode!

Donna was used to the back and forth they did. He'd reel her in, only to push her away just as quickly. She paced back and forth in her hotel room, too amped up on a Harvey-High to go to bed.

She debated taking a shower, but somehow, being naked in a warm shower wasn't going to fix her current state. She needed more.

She sighed, raising her arms above her head and silently cursed Harvey Specter for his syrupy voice, big chocolate brown eyes, lean muscular body and strong hands. Hands that were around her waist less than a minute ago.

She groaned out loud in frustration.

Then, maybe to prove to herself that she still could pick up men, she decided to try her luck at the hotel bar. She freshened up and checked her make-up in the mirror, then applied her favorite cherry-red Chanel lip stain.

"Here goes nothing," she mumbled under her breath as she left her hotel room and made her way down to the lobby.

The bar was ripe for picking and she suddenly felt emboldened by the idea of a one-night stand. She wasn't prude; she'd had plenty of sexual partners and her fair share of one-time hookups. But lately, especially after Steven, she'd been feeling insecure. This would be good practice, she told herself as she took a seat at the bar.

The bartender—a beautiful brunette with curly hair—asked her what she was drinking. She almost ordered a Macallan 18, but tonight she was trying to forget Harvey and drinking his drink of choice would be the exact opposite of forgetting him.

"A Lemon Drop Martini, please," she responded.

"Sure thing."

Donna sighed, crossed her long legs and relaxed on the plush fabric of the tall bar chair. It didn't take long before a handsome man with dirty blonde hair approached her.

"You know, I'd open with a ridiculous pick-up line but something tells me you wouldn't go for it," he said as he leaned against the bar.

She turned to her new prospective gentleman caller and smiled coyly. "I'm Donna," she said, holding her hand out in a greeting.

Just then, the bartender dropped her drink off, winking at Donna in a silent woman-to-woman sign of approval. "What can I get you?" she said to the new patron at the bar.

"Lagavulin. Two finger pour," he said and the bartender nodded, moving toward the section of scotch.

Then the stranger turned his attention back to Donna. "Hi Donna, I'm Carl."

"Hello Carl, nice to meet you." She gestured to the empty seat beside her. "Care to join me?"

"Thanks, don't mind if I do."

Carl took the seat, but not before unbuttoning his suit jacket and draping it over the chair back. Donna took notice; he was good-looking, fit and had a distinct jawline, and his eyes were a piercing blue color. And he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

"So, Carl. What brings you to the Chilton Hotel?"

Donna took a drink of her Martini. Smiling at her company.

"Business," he said with a grin.

A nice grin.

"Out of town?"

"Actually, yes. Connecticut."

Donna liked him. Out-of-town, made her like him more.

The bartender dropped off his drink and left them talking.

An hour into his company, Donna assessed that he was charming, funny and very single, and with two martinis in, she was feeling confident in herself once again.

Carl was impressive (maybe not Harvey Specter impressive, but nonetheless), he was a runner and he loved college basketball. He was a good flirt too—not slimy or inappropriate. She had a good feeling about how the evening was going to turn out for her. She was laughing at something Carl had said when she heard her name behind her.

"Donna."

Her heart fluttered and her cheeks turned red at the familiar, smooth voice. She knew, without a doubt, who was standing behind her and she had to remind herself to breathe, before she turned around. And there he was. He looked all too easy on the eyes; hell, he made Carl look like an ogre.

"Harvey," she said.

She was trying to seem casual and indifferent, but deep down, the butterflies were in full flight in her belly. She was sure she was doing a good job of playing it cool, until she suddenly remembered she wasn't alone when she heard her barmate clear his throat.

"Oh, Harvey, this is Carl. Carl—Harvey."

Carl held out his hand and Donna watched as Harvey took it happily. Almost too happily.

She squinted her eyes and pouted her lips at Harvey, and he returned a sly grin. She was about to dismiss him; she didn't need the man who took up too much space in her head and heart to hang around when she was trying to pick up a man for a one-night stand. But Carl missed the memo that Harvey wasn't welcomed, and before she could say anything, Carl extended an invitation.

"Care to join us?" Carl said and Donna instantly tried to dismiss Harvey.

"Oh no, Carl. I'm sure Harvey has better things to do," she said, eyeing Harvey, to take the hint and leave.

She should have known better.

Instead. "Nonsense. Don't mind if I do," Harvey said.

Donna rolled her eyes. Harvey had been so unpredictable lately that she thought for sure he would have excused himself and gone on his merry way. Unfortunately, he took a seat next to her, placing her smack dab in the middle of the two men.

Harvey ordered a Macallan 18 from the pretty bartender and it's not lost on Donna that he noticed the woman. She couldn't help but wonder if it's her or Harvey who will end up getting lucky tonight.

"So, Carl, business or pleasure?" Harvey asked. Then he took a sip of his drink.

"Business. I'm a lawyer, here on behalf of my client. He's interested in some commercial property."

Harvey nodded. "Real estate law?"

"Yeah. You?" Carl asked in return.

"Corporate."

Carl snapped his fingers. "Harvey, wait—you're Harvey Specter?"

"In the flesh!" Harvey declared, puffing his chest as he spoke (Donna tried really hard not to focus on how sexy it made him), then took another swig of his scotch. Donna had pushed her chair back so the men could talk freely and she started to wonder if Carl was going to her or Harvey's hotel room for an evening nightcap.

"Do you two work together?" Carl asked. And before Donna could speak up, Harvey answered for her.

"Yes. And I might add, the firm wouldn't last a day without Donna."

Harvey winked at her and her cheeks once again betrayed her feelings.

Carl nodded. "Well, consider yourself lucky. You get to see this beautiful woman every day."

"That I do." Harvey spoke to Carl but his eyes never left Donna.

Donna swallowed hard.

She needed some air and time to regroup. "Excuse me, fellas, I need to freshen up."

Both men stood and Donna placed her hand on Carl's forearm when she passed by him. He smiled and she returned the sentiment. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't do it for Harvey. She didn't dare look back to see if Harvey was watching her. She knew he was; she could feel his stare.

Donna made it to the single bathroom and locked the door behind her. She used the restroom, then fixed her makeup in the mirror. She tried to convince herself that she wasn't jarred by Harvey's presence but it was a lost cause. She took one last look in the mirror and when she stepped outside the bathroom, she ran squarely into a fit Tom Ford-cladded chest.

"Harvey! What are you doing here?" She asked him. His hands braced her shoulders.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, then motioned behind her.

"Okay," she said reluctantly. Backing up into the small bathroom, Harvey followed close, reaching back and locking the door behind him.

Donna sighed. She was leaning against the sink, her hand on her forehead, and her heart beating outside her chest.

"Harvey. What are you doing?"

He ignored her question. "He's a nice guy. Carl."

His big chocolate brown eyes were looking at her in ways that made her entire insides burn with desire.

"Okay, and?" She was getting aggravated, at herself and him (herself, for letting him get to her and him for being HIM).

For fucksakes, she had a lot of Harvey in one night and she didn't know if she could take much more.

"You're going to sleep with him, aren't you?" There was gravel in his voice and it made her stomach flip. She should have been pissed at his assumption—even though he was right, it was none of his business.

She was speechless. The only thing running through her brain at the moment were thoughts about how wet her thong underwear were. She'd say that, on a scale from Carl to Harvey, she was definitely pushing toward Harvey.

He moved closer to her.

Her brain: Fuck.

Harvey was so close that she could smell his expensive cologne. She braced her body with her hands behind her on the sink counter. She could feel her cheeks warm and she might have believed it was because she was offended by his line of questioning. But it wasn't, because she knew it had everything to do with her feelings for him, no matter how complicated they were. Still, she pretended.

"Harvey," she said, clearing her throat, "I'm not sure that's any of your business." It was a weak attempt at being strong. She failed miserably because she only managed to whisper it and Harvey hummed triumphantly in response. She was caught in a Specter snare.

Moving closer—still—nodding his head as he did so.

He licked his lips.

She noticed.

His eyes were dark.

She noticed.

His hands were on her hips.

She noticed.

"Harv—"

The rest of the words never made it past her mouth because Harvey pressed his lips firmly to hers in a passionate and needy kiss. Her body shivered when he pulled her flush against his warmth. And she couldn't help but kiss him back (she had never really forgotten how he tasted). He was intoxicating and every fiber of her being melted under his hold. He stole her breath and she had to grasp his shoulders with her hands for stability.

Donna couldn't help but moan from the weight of his kiss.

Harvey's tongue pushed against her lips, begging for entrance. It was a long-standing desire between them and she would gladly grant him access. Their tongues and breath intertwined and his hands pulled her body harder against his. She didn't think she could get any closer but still, he wasn't close enough.

Her mind was racing. Harvey's tongue was in her mouth. His body was pressed against hers and his hands were gripping the small of her back, dangerously close to her ass. She lost herself in his kiss and it wasn't that long ago that she had done the exact same thing. Harvey was easy to get lost in.

His warm breath took up space between them as his lips continued to press and mash against hers in a hungry kiss. It wasn't until the need for air dictated a separation, but not before he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.

She opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them. Donna was positive it was all a dream, but it wasn't and Harvey's strong body was still inches from hers.

He cleared his throat and whispered against her cheek. "Donna."

There was a crack in his voice but not in his resolve. She balanced herself on the counter as his hands dropped to her thighs and his fingers grasped the fabric around her legs.

"I want to make you come. But only if you allow me too. I can turn around and leave or I can stay. Tell me what you want."

For a moment, she thought she was imagining what she had just heard. But she had been waiting a long time to say yes to him again. She didn't hesitate.

"Yes. Stay. Pleaseee."

Maybe she should have said no. Maybe that was the problem between them; she always said yes.

Harvey nodded, fully committed to her. His eyes pierced her soul with an unspoken desire she had seen only once before. But this time, it stole a piece of her and deep down, she knew she'd never really be able to move on from him.

She was his.

She felt Harvey's hands move under her dress, and with smooth precision, he quickly hiked the silky material over her hips. Her skin pricked when he growled at the sight of her. Harvey's eyes traveled toward her now exposed center and she heard him tell her she was beautiful. She tilted her head back as his hands found the lace material and before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her. Pulling her very wet underwear down her legs, helping her step out of them. All the while, his mouth was leaving a trail of goose flesh down the skin of her thighs.

A breathy whimper escaped her mouth as his lips found their way to the outside of her smooth, well-manicured mons. The sensation surged through her body causing her to brace herself. One hand found the corner of the sink, while the other hand found the top of his perfectly quaffed hair.

"Shit, Harvey!" She cried out as his fingers lightly teased her wet opening and his mouth licked and sucked at her sensitive skin. There was fire building from the bottom of her belly and she wondered how she could already be pushing toward her orgasm.

"Donna," he whispered against her inner thigh, cradling her ass with care. Electrically surged up her spine when he spoke next. "I can't wait to taste you."

Then, without any hesitation, his tongue plunged inside her and Donna's legs buckled at the intense feeling. Harvey's arm continued to offer her support, but she needed to give him more access, so in one movement, she hoisted herself up on the vanity, allowing Harvey full admittance to her pussy.

He momentarily glanced up from his task and smiled that smile. And this time, she did hear him. "Fuck, Donna. You are stunning."

Harvey, who was on his knees in front of her and doing things to her body that he had no business doing because he was her boss and she did not get involved with men she worked with, but this wasn't just any man. This was Harvey Specter. And she knew the moment she met him, she wanted him.

She felt her hips jolt with every lick and suck he lavished between her legs. Her thighs were numb and the fiery pressure of her climax was slowly burning inside, waiting to be unleashed. Donna felt the tickle of her arousal drip down to her ass as Harvey skillfully moved his fingers in and out of her slick center. His lips closed around her tight bud and he moaned against the pink, sensitive part and sucked hard.

Harvey! She held his name and her breath like a prayer in her mouth. She never fully committed to the words because her body was already too far gone. She lost all control of her body as soon as Harvey's tongue manipulated her clit between his teeth, as if he were tying a cherry stem in his mouth. She didn't think it was possible. But her orgasm pulsated from her center all the way down her legs and up to her breasts.

"Harveyyyy," she cried out this time and she didn't care if anyone heard her. Because she was having the best fucking climax she ever had at the hands (and mouth) of Harvey Specter.

Her body shook from the extreme pleasure he had just made happen and she heard his syrupy voice encouraging her. "That's it. That's my girl." Harvey's fingers were still inside her, pushing against her g-spot, sending tiny waves of aftershocks through her body.

"Harvey, please, it's too much." She finally panted and he slowly removed his fingers from her slick center. He stood and with a smile and that same puffed-up chest, he put his fingers in his mouth, licking every last bit of her left-over arousal from his digits.

She felt dizzy from her blissful high and Harvey carefully wrapped his arms around her body, offering her support as she clumsily made her way down to the floor. She fell against him and her head rested on his chest. She felt him kiss the top of her forehead. He was tender and attentive and she didn't want him to leave.

"Donna. Let me help you clean up." He finally said and he gently pulled her dress down over her hips but not before he took a paper towel and wiped her thighs clean.

He was still smiling but there was distance in his eyes now. It wasn't regret. It looked like fear.

He looked afraid. And then Donna knew she needed to step in and take control of the situation before she lost him for good.

"Harvey. That was amazing. Thank you for doing that for me. I know it doesn't change anything." She said. Resting her hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

"You deserve so much more."

I know. One day. Until then. I'll take what I can get."

He nodded, then they embraced one last time and his lips met hers in a slow, passionate kiss.

"Go take Carl up to that hotel room and show him who's boss."

Donna giggled. "I think a certain bartender gets off in 20 minutes." She said it playfully, more relaxed thanks to her oxytocin high.

"You don't say. I hadn't noticed. I was too busy enjoying dessert."

"You're an idiot." She cleared her throat, then motioned to his groin and asked, "Are you going to be okay?" She didn't know what the protocol was. This was new territory.

Does she return the favor?

Or is that for next time?

And would there be a next time?

And what was this anyway?

She didn't want to overthink it. Harvey smiled that smile and responded. "I'll be fine. I've got options. This was for you and I don't ever want you to doubt how incredible of a woman you are."

She averted her gaze to the floor and then looked up at him. Harvey had a way of saying all the right things that kept her wanting more yet feeling content at the same time. It was a complicated juxtaposition of their relationship.

"I don't know what to say, Harvey."

"You don't have to say anything. Just keep being you."

He buttoned his suit jacket and she stepped closer and adjusted his tie. He smiled and she returned a soft smile of her own. Donna whispered into the space between them as she brushed her hands along his jacket.

"You know, she doesn't have a chance."

Harvey winked, leaned down and whispered in her ear (in the voice she only heard him speak in), "You're right, she doesn't. But, Carl—he's about to be the luckiest guy on earth. But the best part: I made you come first."

Goosebumps covered her neck as his warm breath saturated her skin. She shook her head and playfully pushed him away.

"Go on. Get out of here." She told him.

"Alright, alright. I'm going." He said, throwing his hands in the air in a fake surrender. Then, seconds later, he was gone. Leaving Donna alone.

Again.

When she finally left the bathroom and returned to Carl, she made up an excuse that work needed her for an emergency and Carl seemed content with her explanation. He also told her that Harvey ended up letting him know he had to meet someone and to let her know he'd see her at work.

They gathered their things and as they were walking out of the bar, from the corner of her eye, she saw Harvey waiting in a corner booth and the pretty bartender making her way toward him.