Suits Undressed | S01 E02 · Errors and Omissions

by Follow-ur-Shadow

Donna sashays across Harvey's office in her black pumps, sans the blazer she put on when she thought she was going home, only to have Harvey send her on an unnecessary archive heist in the filing room.

The legal briefs he had her exhume are hardly a priority, but she schools her annoyance when she notes the whiskey on his desk. It's an unusual sight. Typically, when Harvey drinks, he retreats to the comfort of the couch, rolling up his sleeves as he settles in. And yet, all that's come off since she left her cubicle is his jacket — his shirt and tie knotted and buttoned stiffly in place, accentuating the angry storm cloud raging above his head.

She heard what happened with Tom Keller from Rachel: how Louis manipulated Mike into getting high to close the founder of a multi-million dollar fantasy football league.

Louis Litt is an asshole, Rachel is flirting with trouble, and Mike is the trouble. But she's just now coming to realize that Harvey isn't pissed off. He's learning a valuable lesson about what it means to care.

Of course.

She should have seen the signs sooner, might have… except that this is new territory for both of them.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The question is met by a curt shake of his head, triggering her empathy. This is the start of a long adjustment period, one where sometimes he's going to get hurt by Mike doing dumb shit.

Normally, she would push her opinion, help him realize that the kid is intelligent but hasn't been exposed to the cutthroat nature of corporate law outside of books. But Jessica forced Harvey to hire an associate so he'll discover compassion on his own, a teaching method she respects and also has to adapt to.

The hard lesson aside, Mike's betrayal wasn't the only blow Harvey suffered today. Judge Pearl accused him of being a homewrecker, and that, on top of everything else, is in her jurisdiction to fix.

Dropping the files on his desk, she makes her way over to his decanter, casually pouring herself a drink. "Then let's talk about why Judge Pearl blocked your injunction."

The heat of his narrow gaze bores into her back like a seventh sense she's gained since they started working together. The aggravated click of his pen and creaking chair paints a picture of his irritation before she turns, raising an eyebrow to remind him she isn't afraid of his intimidation tactics: including his flippant dismissal.

"You know why, Donna."

She taps her glass, thoughtfully. There are two ways she can play this. Curtly, with hard truths, or she can handle him with a silk glove. After the day he's had, she decides on the latter, making her way over to the couch, slipping off her heels, and pulling her feet up so she's comfortable. "You're right, I do know why. But I want to hear your side."

Temporarily swayed by her relaxed silhouette, Harvey grapples with the pen in his grip. "Nothing happened."

Donna rolls her eyes. Of course, nothing happened. And Jesus, Mike must have really twisted the knife if he's doubting her now as well. She has no choice but to snap him back to reality with over-exaggerated flamboyance. "I heard that Lauren's pregnant and you're sending her off to the Hamptons until the baby's born. Which is a big mistake, because she'll be due in the summer. She'll probably sweat the baby out, ruining your twelve million-dollar beach pad. A beach pad which I've never had access to, by the way."

Harvey leans back in his chair, his defenses weakening at Donna's ridiculous and inappropriate sense of humor. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but her smirk and blind faith chip away at his armor. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of him. Donna's opinion is the only one that holds weight when he's backed against a wall, and he expels his curiosity with a tentative sigh. "Not a mansion in the Hamptons?"

"Please, what would you do with eighteen acres? You wouldn't even have a dining table if it weren't for me."

His lips twitch as he loosens his tie. She looks completely at home, wrapped up in a shorter than normal red dress that tempts him to succumb to her breezy attitude. Unbuttoning his collar, he reaches for his drink, not thrilled about re-hashing his day. But the last thing he anticipated tonight was having someone wind up on his side, and it's… nice.

Donna uses her glass to hide her triumph as he carries himself over and sits opposite her, balancing his tumbler on the armrest and rolling up his sleeves.

"Why didn't you tell Donald the truth?" she asks, wondering about his reason.

Harvey sinks back, fingering the rim of his glass. "There was no point. Lauren made him think we slept together. There was no changing his mind."

The information surprises her. When she learned from the court clerk why Harvey's injunction was blocked, she looked into Lauren, and her spider senses didn't suspect the woman of being overtly manipulative. Across from her, Harvey's gaze momentarily dims with a flicker of guilt, and her instincts are proven right. 'You feel bad for her."

He shrugs. Lauren did a shitty thing, but Donald is a cold-hearted, morally corrupt prick. Lauren's mistake was marrying beneath her and staying with her husband when the man lost interest, not leaving first. "Donald's going to divorce her. He said he'd pass the injunction if I signed a statement saying she was unfaithful."

The situation immediately clicks, and Donna nods. "So Lauran isn't liable to any claims in the divorce settlement."

"Exactly."

"Asshole."

Her fast, honest assessment of the ultimatum fills Harvey's chest with pride. He doesn't let thoughts of commitment wander often, but given the conversation Donna provoked, he knows if he was ever deserving enough to call Donna his wife, his attention would never stray. She's intelligent, kind, witty and beautiful — the complete package.

She quirks an eyebrow at him, and he drags his eyes away from her full pink lips, taking a large sip of his drink and clearing his throat. "An untouchable asshole. Donald's leaving the bench to become a litigator. This is his last case, so there's nothing I can do."

The edges of her mouth lift in serious contemplation, her lashes fluttering innocently as she swallows more whiskey, and he shifts, dropping his palm to his inner thigh to center his gravity.

"There's nothing you can do about the injunction." She peeks over her glass with a sly smile. "But if he blackmailed you in his chambers, that's a brazen move. I guarantee you he's bankrolled people before. Information I'm sure the Attorney General's office would be interested to hear."

"You're saying I don't need the JCC to intervene. If the Attorney General's office suspects Donald of foul play, he won't pass a reassessment of qualification. The bar will revoke his license to practice law."

She gives a confident nod and his eyes light up. "Donna, that's brilliant."

"I know."

Her bright grin steals his breath, and he slides his hand down, squeezing his knee to keep himself grounded. All day he's been blindsided by people questioning his loyalty, doubting him. His chips were down until Donna turned his insight around, and he wants to thank her, properly, in a way words won't do justice.

"So, speaking of crossing lines…"

His thighs widen, drawing Donna's eye-line down to his crotch, and she snorts at the not-so-subtle invitation.

"That kind of thinking is what got you into trouble in the first place." He's had a difficult day, so she doesn't scold him for being cheeky, but he's obviously feeling better, so she finishes her drink and reaches for her heels.

"Lucky you know how to get me out of trouble."

His smoldering confidence warms her cheeks, tickling her amusement, but she stays firm in her resolve, standing up straight and placing a hand against her hip. "I do. Which is why I suggest you go home and take a cold shower."

She has two routes to choose from, going around the outside of the coffee table or passing in front of him, and Harvey smiles when her knees knock his, his fingers reaching up to catch her wrist.

"Harvey."

A sigh falls from her lips, but he ignores the warning, skating his other hand up the back of her naked thigh. The length of the dress she's wearing borders on appropriate, but with long, sculpted legs like hers, anything above the ankle would draw a sane person's attention.

Still, he keeps his touch respectful. Any sign she's uncomfortable and he'll stop, his expression softening with honest entreaty. "I had a shit day and you made it better. I want to return the favor, that's all."

"With sex?" she asks, skeptically.

His thumb skims a slow circle, making her shiver.

"No," he smirks. "I want to make you feel good."

His palm inches higher and Donna bites her lip, fighting the ache in her core. "We agreed — "

"I know." He answers her worry with a light squeeze below her ass. They agreed to honor her rule and not get involved, and he stands by their agreement. But things are changing, with the firm and Mike. One careless indulgence to strengthen what they have is worth playing a little fast and loose. "Tomorrow, it never happened."

His mouth teases her, breathing hotly through the front of her dress as his thumb plucks the edge of her panties. She shouldn't give in but feels an unexpected yearning at his undivided attention. Mike's influence is good for him, but she might be suppressing some feelings of jealousy, because she unravels, cupping his neck with a needy whine. "We don't mention it again."

Harvey grins as she widens her stance, stroking the lace covering her damp folds. His memories flashback to the night in her apartment, when he pinned her against the door and delighted in finding her already wet. Her words challenge his ego on a daily basis, but their bodies speak their own language, and he palms his groin, the action yielding an unsatisfying result.

He did promise to put her needs above his own, and he groans, pushing her panties aside to focus on her pleasure instead.

Donna bucks as his fingers begin a slow, tortuous exploration. Jesus, she forgot how good he is at this. He can be infuriatingly patient when it comes to showcasing his skills, but the goal here isn't to put on a show for any late night staff who might happen by.

Using one hand to brace herself against his shoulder, she uses the other to wriggle up the hem of her dress, blushing when he chuckles, nudging the wet lace against her hard mound.

"Oh God."

Harvey pulls back to watch her reaction as he slips two fingers inside her, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow as her clumsy grasp races to remove her panties.

She's beautiful like this — vulnerable and needy, holding all the power without even realizing it.

She's perfect.

"Harvey."

Her desperate whine jolts him. They're not together and he's not ready to test those waters. Giving her an earth shattering orgasm is the best he has to offer, and he wants to show her that his best in this department is unparalleled.

Pulling her underwear down to her knees, he catches the back of her trembling thighs with strong hands, then he swirls his tongue, teasing her swollen clit, waiting until he feels her nails grip his shoulders before he redirects two fingers, pushing deep inside her pulsing walls.

It's a path ingrained in his memory. He's not ashamed to admit it took a few tries to find her g-spot the first time around. But once he landed at the spot, he made a mental map that he sometimes revisits in fantasies, getting off on getting her off. He isn't ashamed to admit that to himself either, the euphoria he feels, building her pleasure, coursing through his blood like a Class A drug.

She's close. He hears it in her strangled sob right before her walls clench and she cums, her knees buckling with a heavy thud against the leather chair. He cups her ass, keeping her upright as he withdraws his fingers, her shaking hands balancing against his chest.

He has all the time in the world to wait, in no rush to let her out of his arms. But she's Donna. Not some woman who will fuel his impulses. Their terms tonight were clear, and he does the gentlemanly thing, helping her step out of her panties that aren't in any fit state to wear.

Then he holds up the lace with a hooked finger, smirking. "If you care about your new Hermès bag, I should probably keep these."

"You're disgusting." Donna straightens her dress, biting the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling. Righting herself, she teases him back. "Keep them. I'll collect If you ever get that mansion in the Hamptons."

"Goals… not dreams," he grins.

Shaking her head, she slaps his arm, their eyes meeting with soft, silent agreement: no consequences. They're adults and they both needed whatever this was that doesn't have to be defined. "Goodnight, Harvey."

They share a smile that gently reinstates her rule, and she goes home.

As soon as she's made herself comfortable, propped up on her sofa with a glass of wine, she receives a text from Harvey.

Need you to look into Mike's drug test.

She snorts at the single line of unemotive text. The man's tongue could turn the tide of war, but it still can't master a simple thanks. Any hope — fear—that he would mention what happened tonight dissipates. He only has room in his life for one serious relationship; God, help Mike.

Her job is to stick to the simple miracles: calling Norma, then finding a date for later this week, so that when Rachel inevitably comes to her, she can be honest when she dissuades the paralegal from falling in love with a lawyer who is inevitably going to break her heart.

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