Hi all,
Welcome to my latest fic. I started writing it in 2020 and have been trying to write some more chapters before I posted it, but I think the longer I wait, the less likely anyone will even want to read a story set in the pandemic lol. Luckily, the pandemic is just the cause of the situation Harvey and Donna find themselves in and it's not necessarily a huge plot point. I try not to talk about it too much as I know most people don't want to go back to that time in our lives. But, it obviously comes up so if that is triggering to you, you may want to avoid this fic.
Anyway, I haven't forgotten about With a Twist. I'm toying with the idea of adding an additional chapter or two in between the ones I had previously written, which is why it's taking awhile to post the next chapter. That said, if anyone wants to go reread the last chapter I posted, I did add some new material in the middle.
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As her head hits the pillow, the sounds of their ragged breaths filling the room, she still can't believe she's found herself here – in bed with Harvey.
In truth, she held out for as long as she could, but after three weeks of quarantine, sharing this small AirBnB and sleeping in the same bed every single night, she couldn't help it. She was bored, restless, scared, and horny, feeling like the world was ending, and he was just right there, ready and willing to make it all disappear.
It was only supposed to be a quick trip – the two of them heading to San Francisco in the beginning of March to woo a big potential client –a large national biotech company that had the potential to bring in tens of millions each year. The company's CFO is a family friend of Donna's, who relocated to the west coast a few years ago. The two of them have remained close despite the distance and when the company parted ways with their legal counsel, she reached out to Donna right away. The CEO wanted an in person meeting with Harvey and Cassandra practically begged Donna to come along, telling her that it was the perfect excuse for them to see each other again and catch up. Donna could hardly say no, especially with the trip being on the company's dime and the warm weather calling her name.
In all honesty, she had been a little hesitant about traveling amid news of the virus, but when they booked the trip, there had only been a few cases in the US, and when they left for California, all of the known cases were clustered in Washington and southern California, hundreds of miles away from them. She figured the five short days in San Francisco were nothing to worry about.
But, then everything went to hell.
It all happened so quickly – everything seemingly intensifying overnight. A national emergency was declared on day three of the trip, and businesses immediately started shutting down. States issued stay at home orders, and multiple major league sports began postponing their seasons.
She and Harvey talked about cutting the trip a day short and heading back to New York, but all of the news outlets and government officials made it seem like this was all temporary – two weeks inside and things would all be back to normal.
So, they figured it'd be better just to extend their stay rather than risk getting back on a plane and returning to New York, which had suddenly become overwrought with cases since their departure.
Yeah, that's how they ended up stranded in San Francisco in the middle of a global pandemic.
A day after the decision had been made, they got word that their hotel was shutting its doors, not accepting any new visitors, and encouraging all in-state guests to go home. While Harvey and Donna could have remained at the hotel, they decided the safest route was to limit their interactions with people by staying in an AirBnB for the next two weeks until it was safe to get on a plane again.
It took hours and hours of phone calls and messaging with several different hosts online before they finally found a decent apartment in Nob Hill. Even after all that searching, they only found a handful of available options, and not a single one had multiple bedrooms.
It was far from ideal, but they didn't have much choice but to make it work.
At first, they were only anticipating being stuck across country for two weeks, so Harvey insisted on taking the couch while letting Donna have the bed.
The first few days were rough – searching the city for simple groceries, learning to share the 600 square foot space, having to work remotely, and then dealing with the overwhelming boredom and of course, the anxiety every time they caught a glimpse of the news.
Given the state of the world and the court closures, there hadn't been much to do at work, and they had more free time than they'd had in over a decade.
If it wasn't for liquor stores and pot shops being deemed essential businesses, they really would've gone out of their minds.
Basically, they were indulging a bit more than usual.
That's how it all started – the two of them lounging on the couch after more than a few drinks, trying to find something to pass the time. It was the day they found out that the stay at home order had been extended through the end of April, and they were trying to think of anything else.
Harvey was flipping through the stations on the television, trying to find something to watch, when he let out a groan. "God, I miss sports," he whined.
"I miss going out," she retorted before guzzling down the rest of her glass.
"I miss having my own bed," Harvey added, deciding to play the game.
"I miss my closet," she pouted, silently reminding herself to go online shopping in the morning. She had been surviving on the five days' worth of clothes she packed for the trip, which was actually more like eight days' worth, but now that their quarantine end date had been extended, she was going to need more clothes.
"I miss my records," Harvey continued, watching as Donna clumsily poured herself another glass, accidentally getting a few droplets on the table and then wiping them off with her finger.
"I miss my vibrator," Donna quipped, the words falling from her mouth without even thinking, the alcohol she'd consumed making itself known. Of course, she regretted the statement immediately, especially when she dared to glance in Harvey's direction and found his eyebrows sky high and his mouth agape. She was instantly speechless, having no idea what to say, and trying to hide the absolute mortification she was feeling at the slip.
Meanwhile, Harvey's shock had quickly morphed into amusement. "You know… I'd be happy to help you out with that," he grinned, unable to stop himself.
Thankful he decided to let her off the hook with a joke, she just rolled her eyes, doing it with all kinds of exaggeration. "I'm sure you would," she retorted.
Except, his response is anything but joking. "Hey, you just say the word," he told her, more than willing. "What happens in quarantine can stay in quarantine," he offered, suddenly looking way too serious.
"Harvey," she warned, the surprise evident on her face. She really had no idea what else to say after that.
"What?" He chuckled. "They've already extended the order for another three weeks. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here? Might as well enjoy ourselves," he reasoned, with a shrug and that silly smile painting his lips.
"Yeah, well. I'll keep that in mind," she responded, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. Sure, the sexual frustration had not been ideal – the small space making it difficult to satisfy her own needs. Still, she certainly wasn't that desperate. Not yet, anyway.
Although, it didn't even taken another full week for her to really start considering it.
She was just… horny and antsy and scared. Every time she dared to turn on the news, things were even more dire – the death toll increasing, hospitals overwhelmed, and no end in sight.
The temptation to forget was high.
And it really didn't help that she hadn't gotten off in weeks. She's never really enjoyed doing it in the shower, especially when she didn't even have a vibrator or a detachable shower head to work with. And she wasn't about to masturbate within hearing range of Harvey when there wasn't anything to mask the sound.
So, she had been going without – and it was only getting more difficult.
And clearly, Harvey was struggling, too, because he'd been going for runs every single morning, and still seemed just as agitated as she was.
It's just… they had nothing else to do.
They had played every single card game known to man at least ten times; they had FaceTimed with pretty much every person they know; and they had watched so much television, it was absurd. They binged Ozark, Peaky Blinders, and Arrested Development. Then they watched a bunch of true crime documentaries until Donna started getting nightmares and had to take a break. She even got Harvey to watch Love is Blind. He made fun of it the entire time, but she's convinced he actually didn't hate it.
Donna had read over ten books from her Kindle reading list, and got caught up on all her favorite podcasts – she even got Harvey hooked on a couple.
She also started taking zoom yoga classes and gave herself at least four manicures and probably even more pedicures. She even got Harvey to paint her toenails one night when they were high – surprisingly, he did a pretty good job.
They got so bored that Harvey even started teaching her how to cook – showing her some tricks Marcus had taught him back in the day, and Donna even began experimenting with baking. She had never been much of a talent in the kitchen, but after two ruined batches of brownies and some overcooked linguine, she was starting to get the hang of it.
At night, all there was really left to do was drink and get high, which they certainly did their fair share of.
Given how frustrated they'd been, it probably wasn't the best idea to drown themselves in drugs and alcohol. Honestly, she's surprised they resisted for as long as they did.
What was even worse was that they had started sharing a bed. After learning that they'd be stuck there for more than the initial two weeks they thought, she started to feel bad that he was stuck sleeping on the couch every night. It was clearly not made to sleep on and she could see that his muscles were stiff as a result. She originally offered to switch off with him – he take the bed one week and she would take the bed the other week, but he insisted that he was fine on the couch.
Two days later, after watching him repeatedly roll his shoulders and stretch out his neck as he stood in front of the coffee maker, she decided that they could share – they were adults after all.
It was the right decision. Spending every single night on that couch for the foreseeable future was just unsustainable.
Still, having him in such close proximity – it was doing nothing for her sexual frustration. Especially considering how often she'd wake up in the middle of the night to find his arm draped over her body or their legs tangled together.
With each and every day of quarantine, it became more difficult to resist.
It was like everything he did turned her on – if she didn't know better, she would have thought he was doing it on purpose.
It was the way his towel rested low on his hips, water droplets sliding down his abs as the steam from the shower drifted into the bedroom and Harvey dug through his drawers for something to wear. It was the way he tore his t-shirt off when he walked in the door, fresh off a run, wiping the sweat from his brow before opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Or the way he would walk around the bedroom in a tight white tee and his boxer briefs, his arms looking so good she couldn't help but imagine them holding her legs back as he plowed into her. Or the way his eyes would linger on her body when she was wearing her pajamas and going without a bra. It was the way he commanded the conversation when talking to an opposing counsel, able to successfully counter each and every argument. Or when they'd go on their evening walks, exploring the neighborhood, and he'd be looking all casual and cool in his jeans and sunglasses.
It was the way he had stopped putting gel in his hair and she'd find herself desperately wanting to run her fingers through it. It was the way they'd be a little less careful about keeping their distance after their third or fourth drink – hands grazing or limbs brushing – just a tiny moment of contact causing heat to rise through her body.
She tried to be good; she tried to reign herself in, but after twenty days, crammed in that small space together, and after her third vodka soda of the night, she finally gave in.
"Alright," she announced, suddenly, finishing off her drink and standing up from the couch.
"What?" Harvey questioned, glancing up at her with confusion.
"I give up," she declared. "I'm so bored and just… horny," she admitted reluctantly. "And I… I just need something to do," she added with a bit of a whine.
"Okay…" Harvey frowned, not picking up what she was putting down.
"So? C'mon," she urged him, tilting her head towards the bedroom.
She watched as the understanding flashed over him and if she wasn't so sexually frustrated, she probably would've fallen over in a fit of laughter.
"Wait, really?" He asked, bolting to sit up straight, his eyes swelling with surprise.
"Yes, let's go," she told him, getting impatient, as she started to make her way towards the bedroom, her hips swaying as she walked. She had to bite back a giggle as she listened to Harvey stumble after her.
Standing by the bed, she finally turned back towards him, finding him closing the distance between them. "Are you sure?" He asked, looking apprehensive – like maybe he thinks this is all some practical joke, or that she's going to change her mind three seconds after making the decision.
She just rolled her eyes, grabbing him by the t-shirt and pulling him towards her. He didn't put up any more of a fight after, his mouth finding hers in a hurry.
The moment their lips met, she felt relief – like this was exactly what she needed, like she'd made the right decision.
He seemed to feel the same because he didn't waste any time resting his hands on her waist, his fingertips daring to sneak under her top, testing.
For two people who had barely touched in the last decade, there wasn't even a speck of awkwardness. They were able to pick up right where they left off during The Other Time.
He got her clothes off in record time – like if he didn't get her naked quick enough, she might change her mind. His clothes were an after thought – Donna having to take the reins on that as he ogled her body, letting his hands explore for the first time in over a decade.
He looked in awe of her as he led her towards their bed, watching as she made herself comfortable, before he got in between her legs, reminding her how talented he was with his mouth.
She was so wound up, he had her over the edge in just a few minutes – looking so goddamn cocky when he popped his head up from in between her thighs.
She didn't care, though, she just wanted him inside her.
"I saw a box of condoms under the sink," she told him, breathlessly. She had almost tossed them out after spotting them sitting right next to the box of tampons, clearly left by the AirBnB host. At the time, she remembered thinking she should get rid of the temptation, but as she watched Harvey leap out of bed and hurry towards the bathroom, gazing at his ass and his muscular back as he walked, she was beyond thankful she hadn't done so.
When he returned to bed, he spent a few more minutes kissing her and sucking on her neck, winding her back up after her orgasm. By the time he finally lined himself up, she was becoming way too desperate, but she couldn't even bring herself to care. It was like the more he touched her, the more difficulty she had controlling herself.
It's a sensation she hadn't felt since The Other Time – one she had forced herself to forget about, and was suddenly hitting her in full force.
Meanwhile, Harvey took his time – letting his dick slide in and out of her, painstakingly slow, and chuckling when she whined about it. The whole time, he kept looking at her like he just couldn't believe this was happening.
She understood the feeling.
Still, she needed more.
"Harvey," she groaned, maneuvering her hips to encourage him to speed up. She was done with his teasing.
"Fuck," he growled at the sound of his name out of her mouth, his lips moving down her throat, leaving damp kisses behind, as he finally increased the timing of his thrusts.
"Yes," Donna moaned the word in a breathy gasp, as her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, thankful that his teasing was over. It had been a long few weeks and all she wanted was to get fucked.
He seemed to pick up on her needs because his pace started to intensify to exactly where she needed him – causing her to gasp for air, her nipples tingling as his chest rubbed against them. His strong arms on either side of her, he smelled like scotch and himself.
Donna lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, letting herself ride him a bit, and the move was more than he could handle – his stomach muscles twitching as he released a breathless groan.
His hand drifted down her abdomen, fingers dipping in between her legs and finding her clit like he had a hand-drawn map. The moment he made contact, she jolted beneath him, his powerful thrusts mixed with those gentle circles making her stomach flutter.
Just a touch more pressure and her thighs clamped down as she thrummed with pleasure.
She could feel him breathing hard against her flushed skin as he began to slam into her, watching her fall over the edge. The intensity thrilled her, each thrust bringing on little aftershocks that trickled through her body. It only took a few more before he started to jerk against her, holding her so close that she could feel the rumble move through his chest and explode into a loud groan as he came.
Tiny tremors still traveled through her as he pulled back to meet her eyes, brushing an unruly lock of hair out of her face and surprising her with a kiss. Easing out of her, he collapsed beside her, removed the condom, tied the edges, and tossed it in the trash can a few feet away.
That was at least a minute ago, and neither of them have said a thing since. They're still just lying in bed, trying to catch their breath.
She keeps expecting regret to wash over her, but it doesn't come.
It was easy and hot and exactly what they both needed. After weeks of frustration, she's finally sated.
She sneaks a quick glance at him, wondering if he's freaking out, but he's still coming down from the high, wiping the sweat from his forehead and running his fingers through his hair.
Staring at the ceiling, she waits for the awkwardness to arrive, but that doesn't come either.
Instead, he rolls over, meeting her gaze with that smug smile, well aware that he just fucked her really, really good, and says, "Feel better?"
She rolls her eyes and scoffs, trying so hard to conceal the hint of a smile that's threatening to slip out. "Shut up. You were just as desperate as I was!" She insists. "And you were the one who suggested this last week… I held out much longer than you did," she reminds him.
He laughs, reaching out for her and pulling her closer. "I know," he murmurs, his face just a couple inches from hers and his expression looking so much more serious than she would have anticipated.
The move surprises her. They haven't talked through the particulars of how this is all going to work and she has to take a moment to figure out how she feels about it.
Obviously, he sees the indecision on her face because his smile momentarily falters. "This okay?" He asks, loosening his grip and giving her some space.
"I uh… yeah, it just… it surprised me," she admits, biting down on her bottom lip as she tries to stop herself from enjoying all of this too much.
"I was just inside you, if you recall," he jokes, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin.
She laughs at the quip and it makes her feel better, somehow – that this isn't too serious. She thinks maybe they can do it – be casual with each other while they make it through this quarantine.
He seems to be thinking the same because that's when he brings it up – "This isn't going to be just a onetime thing, right?" he implores, that serious expression staring back at her again.
A sigh escapes her lips as her gaze falls on his face. Playing house with Harvey has been hard enough, and she knows that adding sex to the mix is the last thing she should do, but as her eyes lock with his, she can hardly fathom the thought of not doing this again.
As far as she knows, the world is ending outside, and if she has to sit in this tiny apartment for God knows how long, she might as well get some good dick out of it.
"No, definitely not a one-time thing," she decides, watching his face light up with a grin.
"Good," he smiles as he reaches out, letting his hand snake up her back and end up in her hair – and wow, she feels a pain of regret almost immediately. "Because I really don't have it in me to wait another twelve years to be with you again," he smiles.
Her stomach immediately starts to flutter and the second guessing comes at her in waves.Yeah, this is not going to be easy.
"Wait, we have to set some ground rules," she warns him, needing to establish some boundaries before she gets too carried away.
The words cause his fingers in her hair to come to a screeching halt. "Okay…" he responds, not loving the idea of having more rules. He feels like there have been enough rules when it comes to them, and he's really not keen on adding more. Still, he's not about to say no to her.
"First, I'm sure it goes without saying, but we tell no one," She demands.
"Yeah, fine," he agrees with a nod.
"Second, this is just a quarantine thing… whatever happens while we are here, it's just so we can get through this… this insanity… once it's all over, we go back to how things were. We put it out of our minds and we never mention it again. Just like before, okay?" She explains.
"Alright," he concedes, not looking too pleased with the idea. After twelve years, he finally got to have her again and the last thing he wants to do is start thinking about not having her.
"Third, we always use condoms, okay?" She insists. "I have an IUD, so I'm protected and everything, but you still never know and I'd rather just be safe, alright?"
"Of course," he assures her. "You know how I am about condoms," he reminds her.
Nodding her head, she ponders what other rules she wants to enact, but comes up empty.
"Anything else?" He wants to know, ready to get back to touching her and seeing if he can entice her into another round.
"Not right now," she admits. "I'll have to think about it," she adds.
"Okay," he says with a warm smile as he inches closer to her. "I feel like quarantine is about to get a lot more fun," he grins.
Donna just rolls her eyes and playfully slaps him on the chest, not even bothering to meet his gaze.
Still, she's pretty sure he's right.
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