A/N:
I wanted to get this out before I completely ruined it. There is some original dialogue from the show. Inspired by a Twitter prompt where Harvey wants to be a Daddy...well, sort of.
You'll see.
As always, this is entirely uncanon but it should have happened.
Happy reading,
M
Donna was tired, and her feet were killing her. She was ready to put the entire day behind her. But Darby wanted an answer by tonight, and therein lies the problem, Harvey hadn't given her one.
She nervously clicked the top of her Bic 4-color pen and watched Harvey through the glass wall that separated her desk from his office.
He was sitting in the leather club chair next to the couch, pouring over (once again) the settlement offer. Her cheeks warmed as her eyes roamed freely, drinking in every detail of him; his chiseled jawline, intense chocolate brown eyes, his lean, muscular physique, and elegant, skillful hands.
Donna licked her lips. There was no question: Harvey was a pretty man.
She sighed, unaware that her gaze had shifted from pensive to longing. Her mind never strayed too far from the one time she had experienced Harvey in every possible way.
She swallowed hard. Trying to push Harvey's naked body out of her thoughts wasn't easy, especially since her body so easily betrayed her feelings. Tingling pressure began to build between her legs, causing her to shift in her chair.
She was officially turned on.
"Shit," she mumbled under her breath. Flustered and light-headed now, she really needed to get an answer from Harvey so she could get the hell out of there.
Donna stood, smoothed her dress, ignored the fact that her lacy pink thong underwear had become unintentionally wet, took a deep cleansing breath, and prepared to enter the lion's den.
"How long are you going to keep staring at that offer?" Donna asked Harvey, her voice slightly higher.
She was trying to mask her arousal, pretending he didn't affect her, but deep down, every part of her wanted every part of him.
The city night sky twinkled behind the large office window, casting a warm hue of amber across Harvy's already tan features. He looked good enough to straddle, and the scent of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille cologne, combined with Harvey's unique aroma, permeated his entire office.
Fuck, she really, really needed that answer.
Harvey answered her, his eyes still fixed on the papers in his lap. Paying her no mind. "Till one of us blinks."
Slightly annoyed at his competitive nature, stalling the entire deal, Donna quipped back. "Darren signed it; he said it was great."
She was hoping her response would have jolted Harvrey out of his current fixation. Then she could get him to answer Darby and she could finally go home and sleep off the hold Harvey had over her.
Donna should have known that things were never that simple when it came to Harvey. This time, when he answered her, Harvey's voice caressed her ears like smooth velvet, causing her to pause.
"I'm not interested in great; I want it to know who its Daddy is."
He slowly lifted his head until his eyes landed on her. His gaze was piercing and dangerous, and his lips teased an arrogant smirk, hinting at something more.
They both knew what he was up to. She just couldn't believe he did it.
Daddy...
The one and only time the D-word was spoken between the two of them in that way, she was screaming into the darkness of her bedroom as he made her come all over her pink Egyptian cotton bed sheets she received as a gift from her mother.
Donna had to remind herself to breathe; her legs felt like two cinder blocks, and for a split second, she lost her footing, almost falling back as she did so. She tilted her head and opened her mouth to speak.
She was in no condition to fight Harvey's irresistible charm and masked innuendos. Even if she could, she wasn't convinced she would.
She should call him out for using that word.
Call his bluff.
But what she really wanted to do was call him Daddy.
There was mischief behind Harvey's eyes when he asked, NO, dared her. "What is it, Donna?"
His question might have seemed innocent enough, but Donna knew he was goading her into acknowledging out loud what they both knew in secret. It was a familiar game they played. A relentless dance of pursuit and evasionâ"each taking turns as the hunter and the hunted.
She tried to regain some sense of composure; however, the way her name rolled off Harvey's tongue, like sweet nectar, made her want to fall to her knees and beg him to take her hostage. She'd let him do anything to her. Anything.
She almost relented.
She almost caved.
She almost cried out.
Daddy, please!
Instead, Donna reminded herself of her rule and why she was in his office in the first place. She ignored her body and her heart, then clung to the small remnant of reality and forced herself to answer.
"It's Sunday night; Darby needs an answer," she told him, desperately trying to hide her internal struggle.
Maybe Harvey didn't notice the way she stumbled when he used the D-word or the way she held her breath when he looked at her. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been imaging it all, and Harvey wasn't aware of the hold he had on her.
Maybe she'd get away after all.
Maybe.
Harvey stood from his soft leather chair, tossed the document on the floor, and slowly walked toward her.
He was standing in her personal space now, and she had to resist the urge not to take a step back. Much like a rabbit snagged in a snare, she fought to fill her lungs with air.
Harvey's body was inches away from hers.
He was all-consuming.
He licked his top lip, and when he spoke to her, his voice was commanding, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell Darby London."
Donna suppressed a gulp, and she almost giggled at the absurdity of how hard she had to swallow.
She got her answer. Now she could leave.
Right?
Her mind's eye had her turning around and making the phone call to Darby, then heading home, but Harvey's scent was all around her, consuming her, clouding her senses and judgment.
She stumbled to find the right words. "Oh, ok, gr, great, I'll just call..."
"No. "Not yet," he instructed her as he drew closer.
She didn't think he could get any nearer to her body and she wondered how much more she could bear before she broke.
Her voice cracked. "Harv..."
She couldn't finish, because before she knew it, Harvey lowered his head, his 5 o'clock shadow brushed past her soft cheek, and his lips grazed her earlobe before he whispered in her ear. "I know what you like."
His hot breath against her skin caused wet arousal in her already moist center.
Donna's heart was beating outside her chest, and she was certain Harvey could see it. She was dizzy, and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. She tried to speak, but only managed a desperate whimper.
Harvey growled softly against the sensitive part behind her ear before he pulled away.
His soulful, ink-dark eyes were hungry with desire.
"Please, Harvey..." she begged him in a double entendre.
God, she wanted him.
Harvey gently loosened his tie and pulled the silk neckwear from its cotton prison, tossing it on the couch.
Donna bit her bottom lip, resisting the urge to rip his embroidered three hundred dollar shirt completely from his chest.
Harvey slowly rolled his sleeves past his elbows. A legion of butterflies took up residence in her stomach. She would have sworn she was drunk if it weren't for Harvey jangling her senses.
A palpable pause.
Then, his voice pulsated through the thick air.
"How do you ask?"
Harvey's hands grasped her thighs, and her body jerked at his touch. A knowing smile took over his face, and he lowered his gaze slightly in a silent request for permission. Donna nodded quickly, waiting for her breath to catch.
His hands steadily bunched the material of her brown dress past her hips, showing him her bare thighs and pink thongs.
A moment of unadulterated desire flashed past Harvey's eyes upon seeing her, and Donna knew just how much he wanted her. She held her breath as his strong hands palmed the soft flesh of her hips, causing her to grasp his forearms for stability.
Whispered twin moans filled the space between them as Harvey pulled (not at all gently) her flush against his body, giving him access to her bare ass. His warm hands kneaded and massaged her supple bottom, and his touch set off a chain reaction of responses that her body had stored up from the other time.
Donna tilted her head, and Harvey teased her mouth with his lips. His hands roamed freely against her skin, exploring every inch of her exposed backside. His fingers tugged at the thin strap of her thong, causing friction against her already wet center.
Her lips nudged him for attention."...please... "
Harvey smiled against her bottom lip. "How do you ask?" His fingers teased her opening, and her hips jerked against his touch.
"That's my girl. Nice and wet for me." He whispered against her pink lips, still not committing to a full kiss.
Her response was needy and rushed now. Her fingers dug into his arm as she spoke. "I want you."
I want you.
Harvey remained calm. His lips and fingers teasing her.
"Who do you want? Say it, Donna."
Her mind held onto the word at first. It had been so long since she used that title, on this man, and maybe her apprehension was rooted in insecurity.
Daddy...
And she might have thought she said it out loud, but Harvey didn't move. His eyes remained fixed on her, ready to devour every inch of her. She watched his chest rise and fall with every controlled breath he took. He was like a lion, patiently waiting to pounce on its prey.
She needed Harvey; she needed to surrender to this man.
She needed to...
Say it.
"Daddy, pleaseee!"
She breathily begged him, and before she could plead for more, he moved two fingers inside her marshmallowy center, and his lips crashed into hers in a fiery kiss. His tongue pushed past her teeth as he explored every corner of her mouth, and his fingers slowly did the same between her legs.
Their mouths remained locked in a sloppy, passionate exchange until the need for air dictated their separation.
Dizzy and buzzing from a Specter high. "Harvey, I..."
He didn't respond, not with words anyway. His thumb rubbed her pink nub and slick folds, and she rocked against his hand.
"Oh, god, Harv, Daddy, please..." her words spilled out against his warm neck. Her lips dragged along the skin of his nape.
He tasted like spicy musk and fifteen years of longing.
Her body leaned against his for support, as Harvey continued to skillfully thrust his long fingers. In and out.
A guttural moan.
Pressure and tingling between her legs.
Sloshy, wet sounds mixed with heavy breathing filled the office.
Her teeth found his shoulder as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm.
Her breath hitched before she cried out. "Oh god, HARVEY! HERE I COME!"
This time, he palmed her entire wet, swollen center, working her over as her body tensed and finally surrendered to her climax.
Her body went limp, and Donna threw her arms around his neck, and without a single word, Harvey removed his hand from her now-quaking center.
He cradled her ass and lifted her into his space. Donna quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes and rested her head in the space between his shoulder and neck as he engulfed her entire body in his arms.
They weren't done.
Donna hummed as he slowly carried her toward the leather couch, taking her with him as he sat down. She straddled his waist, and when she finally pulled away from his neck and shoulder, their eyes locked in a silent exchange.
Harvey tilted his head, his gaze softening as he rested his hands on her thighs.
"Donna, this doesn't mean..."
"Oh Harvey, please don't. I know!"
Harvey patted her knee. "Wait. Let me finish."
Donna nodded slowly and he continued, clearing his throat before he spoke again. "As I was saying, this doesn't mean we are going to stop working late. This just means, from now on, we'll be taking work home with us."
Donna furrowed her brow, a look of confusion on her face. "Home?"
He nodded slowly. "Home."
"May I ask, whose home are we talking about?"
"Mine."
She smiled. "Ahhh.."
"And yours." He added.
"Oh?" Donna shook her head, and a tiny giggle escaped her lips. "Harvey, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about my apartment. And whether you move in later or now,I want you there, with me. I just wish I would have come to my senses sooner," his voice trailing as he said it.
"Harvey, I don't know what to say."
"Well, that's a first," he chuckled, taking her hand in his and offering up tiny kisses to her knuckles, then continuing, "How about we take a practice run tonight?"
Donna sat up on her knees, still straddling her very sexy boss, then slowly started to unbutton his dress shirt, her fingers grazing his exposed chest as she made her way down to his pants.
Harvey whispered her name as she slowly removed his shirt in one smooth motion over his shoulders. She licked her lips at the sight of his tan, fit body.
"I say yes. But first, we have some unfinished business to attend to." She told him, moving her hands freely around his bare skin.
"Hmhmm, I guess we do," he said, then gently grasped her wrists, stopping her hands mid-touch. "How do you ask?"
This time, Donna didn't hesitate. She tilted her head, then bit the corner of her bottom lip before she said what he wanted to hear.
"Please, Daddy." Playing up her role, she pouted her bottom lip.
"That's my good girl," he said, letting go of her wrists.
As soon as he released his grip, she moved her hands to his crotch, frantically working to free his dick. Harvey groaned at his impending release, and his own hands found the zipper on her dress. In one motion, he glided the zipper to her waist, and the top of her dress joined the rest of the material bunched at her hips.
Donna freed his hard-on, then she sat back down on his lap, moving her center along the length of him with her wet arousal.
Harvey grimaced at the intense sensation, and his hot breath took up space between them. Donna rested her forehead to his as she slowly moved her silky smooth pussy along his center all the way up to his lower abdomen, leaving behind a slick path of her wetness with every motion.
Donna smiled, and when she moved her lips to meet his, he opened his mouth, inviting her tongue to explore every part of him. Their kiss was slow and
Harvey reached for her bra, and Donna sucked at his bottom lip, taking it with her as she escaped his kiss.
She whispered against his cheek. "Front clasp."
"You are beautiful to me," he said with a low voice and hooded eyes, throwing her bra to the floor.
His hands and mouth found her newly freed breasts, sucking and kneading freely between the pair. Donna scooted her hips back and rested her hands on his chest. Then Harvey reached for her ass, and together, they guided her body down, taking every inch of him inside her.
The sounds of their union filled the room, and Donna took a moment to adjust to his size. She closed her eyes as his mouth found her erect nipples, his tongue and lips rotating between each breast, making sure he gave equal attention.
She arched her back and Harvey adjusted his feet against the floor.
"God, Harvey, I've wanted to feel you inside me again," she said, tinged with breathiness.
And without any hesitation, Harvey, slowly at first, guided them into a smooth lover's rhythmâ"one she had sealed inside her soul.
Donna moved her hips in sync with his. It was like riding a bicycle, except it was Harvey, and she'd be damned if she ever forgot how he felt between her legs.
Strong.
Hard.
Powerful.
Hers.
He pushed deeper inside her, and when she felt another climax coming, she used the back of the couch to brace herself with her hands. Harvey's hands dug into her lower back as he continued to move her body easily up and down the length of him.
"Harvey. Pleassseeee, I'm coming, Harvey, I'M Coming!" She yelled breathily.
Harvey responded with faster thrusts, and with every pump, her body tingled as she surrendered to the warm pressure between her legs, sending her soaring past her edge.
Harvey whispered her name as she pushed past her climax, taking him with her as he filled her up with his hot desire.
She collapsed on his body for a second time. Pressing her naked breasts against his warm chest.
Harvey moved his hands around her body, caressing her lovingly as they took a moment to enjoy their post-orgasm high. He was still inside, but when she sat up, his warm fluid leaked from between her legs, tickling her inner thigh.
She giggled at the sensation.
Harvey slid out from inside, and Donna carefully swung her leg around, taking a spot on the couch next to him. Their breathing returned to normal, and they both worked on getting their respective clothes back on their bodies.
He turned to Donna. His famous smile was hiding behind his lips.
"Donna."
She glanced at him while she clasped her bra back around her breasts.
"Yeah, Harvey?"
Now, with a full-fledged Specter smile across his face, he asked her, "Who's your Daddy?"