Hiii here's chapter three –
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The next morning, he finds himself in exactly the same position he was in yesterday – their bodies tangled up together in ways he wouldn't dare to dream of before.
As much as he craves a repeat performance of the prior morning, it's already 9:00AM on the east coast and he has an early conference call so he's forced to carefully unwrap himself from her body and stealthily slip out of bed.
It's truly the last thing he wants to do, so he allows himself a few extra moments to just enjoy the sight of her, sleeping peacefully beside him and looking way too beautiful for someone with bedhead and not a stitch of makeup.
Of course, that extra moment turns into several as he struggles to pull himself away. But, after watching her for longer than he should, he finally slips out of bed and makes his way out of their room, closing the door behind him so she can get some rest. He tries to get his mind off her – switching his focus to the conference call that's about to start, but it's not easy to get her out of his head.
After all the years he spent actively trying not to think of her like that, he really should be better at it, but it's like he's completely forgotten how.
He knows this whole situation will be short-lived and the fact that he's already struggling to rid her from his thoughts is disconcerting. Truthfully, the last thing he wants to think about is what's going to happen after all of this – he's dreading it, actually.
Now he spends his days actively trying not to think about that.
Luckily, his conference call starts and it's a welcome distraction from his swirling thoughts.
His client is still chatting away forty-five minutes later when he hears the shower turn on, and all he wants to do is wrap up this call and join her, but his client still has so much more to say.
Once the call finally comes to an end, he heads to the kitchen to pour her a cup of coffee before heading back into the bedroom, disappointed to hear the shower no longer running. Luckily, the disappointment is short lived because as soon as he opens the bedroom door, he finds Donna walking out of the bathroom – a vision in terrycloth with wet hair, glistening skin, and a fresh face.
Sure, it's a sight he just saw twenty-four hours ago, but he's not about to take it for grantid – especially considering he has no idea how many more mornings like this he'll actually get to enjoy.
Yeah, he doesn't even try to keep his eyes off her, his gaze following her ass as she moves around the room.
She's acting coy, pretending not to notice him ogling her, but he can see the ghost of a smirk on her lips, and he knows – he's not even trying to hide it.
"Morning," he greets her, erasing the space between them and handing over the steaming mug of coffee.
"Good morning," she says with a smile as she gratefully accepts the cup and brings it to her lips, breathing in the familiar vanilla aroma. It was one of the first things they did after moving into the AirBnB – scouring the city for their favorite brand of vanilla flavoring. Knowing they'd be stuck here for a while, they decided they couldn't live without it. It had been a nice distraction, searching the internet trying to find any local distributors within walking distance and then digging through their suitcases for anything that could work as a makeshift face mask before trekking through the neighborhood to a local shop. They ended up buying two bottles just in case.
Harvey watches as she takes a sip, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. "Thank you," she smiles gratefully before placing the mug on her nightstand. As soon as she turns back towards him, she finds his gaze directed at her chest again.
She just rolls her eyes and laughs.
He doesn't let that deter him, though. In fact, he's delighted to find that it takes almost no coaxing at all for Donna's towel to land on the floor. Suddenly, she's completely naked and his eyes are rewarded with the sight of her glistening porcelain skin and her mouthwatering curves. He doesn't even care that he's fully clothed, he just wants his hands on her.
He's starting to feel like an addict whose fallen off the wagon – years of sobriety, and all it took was a taste and he was absolutely hooked.
Even still, he can't make himself care. All those years he spent with her just out of his reach and now she's right here, happily letting him touch her – he never wants to stop. Once again, the thought of someday having to enters his mind, but he quickly tries to rid those thoughts from his head – he just wants to keep living in this moment for as long as he can.
It's why he wastes no time at all, his palms starting to explore, caressing her freckled flesh as he guides her towards the bed. He doesn't even bother removing his clothes – instead, he maneuvers her body so she's straddling his face, letting her use the headboard for leverage. When he gets a look between her legs, she's bare and pink and open for him and the sight makes his dick immediately start to thicken.
Pulling her thighs all the way down, he's practically being smothered by her and it's everything he could ever want in life.
It takes barely any encouragement for her to start grinding against his face and he's in heaven – the noises slipping from her mouth and the swirl of her hips are driving him insane. It's not possible for him to be anymore turned on than he is in this moment.
He uses all his best tricks, listening as she gets louder and louder, and it's music to his ears. She's got her fingers in his hair, really starting to grind against him, and he rewards her with the vibration from his groan.
"Fuck. Harvey. Fuck," she cries, her hips starting to stutter.
He keeps going, taking her all the way through and letting her fall apart around him, as she gasps for air.
And when her orgasm finally concludes, she makes a move to get off him, but his hands on her thighs keep her right where he wants her.
"Harvey," she says, halfway between a question and a warning. As soon as she glances down in between her thighs, she sees him looking up at her with that mischievous glint in his eyes and she knows she's in trouble.
He just gives her clit a gentle swirl of his tongue, making her whole body twitch as the air is knocked right out of her lungs. "Shit," she whimpers.
Still, she doesn't seem opposed to round two. In fact, after only a minute of gentle exploration with his tongue, she's really getting into it again, chasing his mouth with her hips and filling their bedroom with moans.
The second orgasm comes faster than the first – after a couple minutes of warm up, she's right back to where she was, grinding against his face and shouting expletives.
After orgasm number two, she pretty much collapses on the bed next to him, her hand wiping at her sweaty forehead and her breaths coming out strangled.
She can't even bear to look at him because she already knows he's going to be insufferably smug.
Still, he did make her come twice and hard, so she decides to throw him a bone. "Fuck," she pants. "How am I supposed to focus on work after that?" She wants to know.
Lying on his side, propped up on a bended elbow, he takes in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. He's grinning, obviously quite pleased with himself. "How about we take the rest of the morning off?" He suggests, still licking his lips around a smirk.
She knows they shouldn't, but her legs are like jelly and she can't even fathom getting out of bed right now, let alone getting any work done.
Finally meeting his eyes, she wordlessly agrees, putting a big grin on his face. She can't help but laugh at the sight before she summons the strength to lean in to kiss him.
Harvey happily obliges, wrapping his palm around the back of her head and thoroughly kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips. Her small hum of approval travels straight to his dick, and his other hand sweeps down the curve of her back, pressing her to his body so she can feel what she's doing to him.
Clearly, she feels it because seconds later, she's tugging on his shoulders until he's fully on top of her. Then, she makes quick work of his clothing and suddenly, he's blindly searching for a condom in the drawer of her nightstand, grinding himself against her because he just can't help it.
When he enters her, his head spins and he has to take a moment to get himself together so this doesn't end far too soon. When he finally trusts himself to continue, he moves his hips, slow and steady, watching her take every last inch.
He's been in this position with plenty of women but there's something about the sight of her like this that will never get old.
After that, it's a quick thrust that pulls a strangled moan from each of them. That's when his hands start to really go restless on her – touching and exploring every piece of her that's within reach as he continues to steadily rock his hips.
He feels her body responding, and starts to move faster. Soon, she's writhing under him, desperate and needy, like he didn't just get her off twice moments earlier.
It's obvious she's close, so he encourages her with verbal affirmations and his thumb against her clit. Her eyes are squeezed shut, concentrating on her pleasure as her orgasm really starts to build.
He truly almost loses it at the sight of her, mouth open and gasping from each and every thrust, but he's able to hold on until she starts to tremble – a guttural cry escaping her lips as her third orgasm tears through her.
All he wants to do is watch her, but the sight and feel of her going over the edge is too much, triggering his own release halfway through, whiting out his vision, and eventually making him collapse on top of her.
It takes a minute before he can even pull himself off of her, falling against his pillow as he tries to suck in some oxygen.
"Maybe we should take the day?" He suggests with a grin.
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They end up making a few phone calls and sending some e-mails – just enough to avoid getting an unwanted call from Louis.
Other than that, they spend most of the morning in bed – taking a couple cat naps in between rounds, the two of them still wrapped up in each other as they enter dream land. When their stomachs start to rumble for lunch, they finally roll out of bed and jump in the shower together – Harvey unable to stop himself from getting handsy.
He still hasn't figured out how to stop touching her now that he doesn't have to – not that he's actually tried. Luckily, she hasn't seemed opposed to his advances. Still, he's desperately trying not to think about the day when he'll have to learn how to restrain himself again.
By 1:30PM, they're both dressed and decide to get some fresh air and explore the neighborhood a little bit.
Actually, it's more like, Donna decides she wants to eat lunch outside and Harvey can't say no to her.
Other than their trek to flavor their coffee, they really didn't do too much exploring during their first few weeks in the city. Since the CDC recently released guidelines on how to stay safe, and they were finally able to get some masks delivered, they've started to get more comfortable with venturing outside, figuring they might as well enjoy some of this beautiful California weather.
So, they grab their masks and order some sandwiches from a nearby café a few blocks from their AirBnB. By the time they arrive, their order is already sitting on a little table in front of the door. Harvey grabs the bag and they head up the street to a small park at the top of Nob Hill. It's mostly empty – just a woman pushing her daughter on a swing and a guy reading on a park bench across the way. Donna chooses the table she wants to sit at and Harvey joins her, sitting across from her before they remove their masks and unpack their lunch. They eat and chat and watch the cable cars go by – there's barely anyone on them, but they're still running. It's a beautiful 55 degrees, worlds warmer than back home, and they're both enjoying the sunshine.
Once they've finished their lunches, Harvey collects their trash and goes to toss it in the nearby bin. "Should we head back?" Donna questions when he returns to their table.
"Did you want to stop at the grocery store?" He asks, remembering her saying something about needing a few things.
Donna smiles and nods her head. She didn't realize he had been listening last night – she was mostly just talking to herself as she looked through the fridge, listing off a few things they'd need to pick up at some point.
"Let's go," Harvey says with a smile as he offers her his elbow.
It's a short walk to the market and they spend most of it thinking up ideas for their next week of meals so they know what to pick up at the store.
It's not until they're in the middle of the produce section that it hits her – how oddly domestic this all is.
She's never lived with a man before, so she never had a need to go grocery shopping with one, but the way they are contemplating what to eat for dinner this week, and trying to remember what's currently in their fridge – it's something she's never experienced with someone else, and she certainly didn't think she'd ever experience with him.
These last few weeks, they've been splitting up the errands, so it's the first time they've gone shopping like this together, and she's learning so much about him during this quick trip.
She finds out that Harvey prefers chunky peanut butter over creamy, and that he's totally fine with her swapping out his dairy milk with almond. She discovers that he likes his cheddar extra sharp and he'd much rather make his own tomato sauce than buy it out of a jar or a can. She expects him to gag when she throws some cauliflower rice and lentil chips into their cart, but he doesn't bat an eye.
And when they stroll down the freezer aisle, she doesn't have to say a thing before he tosses in two pints of Chunky Monkey.
All in all, it's a good trip – she realizes that she kind of likes grocery shopping with him. It really shouldn't be as big of a surprise as it is given how much fun they have when they shop for clothes, but still, she didn't think shopping for anything else would be quite the same.
Turns out though, it might just be the shopping with Harvey that she enjoys.
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When they get home, they unload the groceries and spend a couple hours getting some actual work done.
Still it doesn't last as long as it should.
Even though they should've had their fill from the multiple rounds they had this morning, they're barely home two hours before they start eyeing each other across the room again.
Harvey makes the first move, shutting down his laptop and making his way over to the couch, where she's got her feet up and her computer on her lap. Lifting her legs, he sits down beside her, letting her limbs drape back over him.
Immediately, his hands start exploring, massaging her feet, moving up her calves, roaming over her knees, and inching higher and higher up her thighs, acting completely nonchalant as he drives her absolutely crazy.
She tries, but can't hold out for long, eventually closing her laptop, and dragging him into bed.
By the time they make it to the bedroom, they're already halfway out of their clothes, quickly removing the rest before she pushes him backwards onto the mattress.
Crawling over him, she straddles his legs, and stretches towards the nightstand to grab a condom. Harvey lets out a quiet groan as she rolls the latex over his cock, giving him a couple strokes before she lowers herself down on him.
"Fuck, you feel good," he says, taking in the sight of her on top of him – eyes closed, head tilted up, and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a sight to behold, and one he's definitely not taking for grantid. It's his one regret from The Other Time – that he didn't savor it enough and take the time to engrain every second into his memory.
He's not making that mistake again.
At some point, he's sure she'll tell him he needs to put all of this out of his mind – that he needs to forget the image of her riding his cock or the feel of her breasts in his hands – but that's a problem for later. For now, he wants to relish every single moment.
Reaching out, he cups her breasts, letting his thumbs brush over her nipples, and encouraging an appreciative gasp from her lips.
He repeats the movement a couple times before his fingers find their way to the back of her neck, gently encouraging her closer so he can get at her lips. As always, they're completely in sync and she immediately leans in.
His mouth moves with hers as he kisses her so thoroughly, she momentarily loses her train of thought.
When they eventually come up for air, he peppers her with more kisses, moving from her jaw, then briefly nibbling on her ear, before traveling down her throat and sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck.
He quickly feels her body respond, circling her hips in his lap. The noise he makes is muffled against her skin, but he knows she hears it because she's picking up speed.
This time he groans a little louder, shoving his fingers into her hair, and pulling back so he can look at her face.
The second their eyes meet, she lets out this helpless little sound and he didn't think it was possible, but he feels himself get even harder.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he tells her as he pushes some hair out of her face. He watches her blush in a way he's not used to and it's taking everything in him to prevent himself from falling apart. She looks like she's right on the edge too, and he's completely and totally wrecked.
"Harvey," she whines and it's enough to make him crazy.
He's still desperately trying to hold on as his hand sneaks between their bodies, his thumb finding its target and rubbing circles until she starts to convulse, declaring her orgasm.
Watching it unfold is more than enough to bring him over the edge as well before she collapses on top of him in a pile of glistening skin and tangled limbs.
They lie like that for longer than normal, his fingers dancing along her back as her face is buried in his neck.
The way he's feeling – it's indescribable. Still, he's sure he's never before felt this way after sex.
But, he refuses to let himself dig into that particular thought.
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Don't forget to let me know what you think! I know it's mostly just a filler chapter, but hopefully enjoyable nonetheless.