Suits Undressed | S01 E03 · Inside Track

by AimeeValle1

Donna sets her book down on the nightstand with a heavy sigh. It's late and she should be knocked out, but her mind just won't settle. Harvey's comment from this morning, along with several other subtleties over the recent weeks have her mind in places she generally doesn't allow.

Did you sleep with it under your pillow?

How I sleep is none of your concern.

Yeah, neither is the Yankees batting order but it doesn't stop me from thinking about it.

It wasn't just what he said, that he thinks about her sleeping, but the way he looked at her afterward. That hint of something more than his typical flirty attitude. She couldn't shake this feeling that lately, he'd been…testing the waters, almost baiting her in some way.

Turning out the light and pulling the covers up to her chin, she lets herself indulge. Just a little. In thoughts of him. In what ifs.

Harvey wraps the damp towel around his waist after dragging it over his head in a weak attempt at drying his hair. He had hoped a cold shower would rid him of the dangers lurking in his mind, but it had nearly sent him down a slippery slope of self-indulgence.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror he runs through his normal mantra about getting his shit together. He knows he's treading on very dangerous ground. He's already gone from thinking about Donna more often than he should to letting his playful flirting cross over into flirting-flirting and today he knows she noticed.

Donna had her rule and he'd agreed to abide by it. For years things had been fine between them. Somehow they'd managed to put that night, that fucking mind-blowing, life-changing, mind-numbing night behind them, and carried on as friends. More than that…a team. Partners, really.

But lately…

Maybe it's the damn pilates class she's been taking. Or the new tailor she switched to a few months back. Did she change something with her hair?

Whatever the fuck it is, it's stirring something deep in his loins that's definitely not friendship.

Throwing on a pair of boxers he climbs into bed and leans back against the wall. After his stupid remark about thinking of her sleeping, something flashed in her eyes. He couldn't tell if she was bothered by it or…intrigued. But he knew he elicited some reaction that wasn't casual dismissal. Normally he'd have gauged her mindset later in the day. He'd set things right by making a sarcastic comment, teasing her about something, or most times, finding a way to piss her off. Then he'd know they were back on track and they were good. But he didn't see her all afternoon and now he can't shake the feeling that she's on to him.

Would that be so bad?

She can smell his cologne. Her eyes are closed and her hand runs slowly across her thigh under the sheets. This is not a good idea. Thinking of him this way. But the warmth of her skin to the touch, and her shallow breathing signal that it's too late to turn back now. She wants him. She's always wanted him. But they drew a line. Well, she drew a line. But on nights like tonight, she wonders if that line may be fading.

Her fingers glide to her inner thigh as she scoots her body downward on the bed. He's there. Next to her. Whispering in her ear and kissing her neck softly. Donna arches back as her fingers, now his fingers, slide under her nightgown and toward the ache throbbing at her core.

"Harvey," she moans softly. His lips on hers. His tongue…

Her phone rings loudly just inches from her head and she nearly falls off the bed from the shock of it. Feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she answers it without even thinking.

"Hello?" It's breathless even to her own ears.

"Donna?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How had she not looked to see who was calling? Of all the people…

"Expecting someone else, Harvey?" She puts on her best sass in a meek attempt to mask what he'd just interrupted.

"No. It's just…" Harvey's brows draw together. "You sound out of breath." It's not until he hears the words leaving his mouth that their meaning dawns on him. He knows what it means when a woman sounds breathless like that. "Did I…interrupt something?" The smirk spreads from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

"What? No, I…" Caught completely off guard, Donna stumbles. How could he possibly…

"What were you thinking about?" Here he goes again. Taking their usual banter a step too far. It's becoming a habit.

"Was it me?" His candor shocks him as much as her. Throwing all caution to the wind, Harvey leans into the need he's been fighting for weeks. He leans way in. "I was thinking about you too, Donna." The timbre of his voice changes. Fuck it. "In the shower."

Donna bites down hard on her lip as Harvey's meaning courses through her body, sending a humming sensation to her groin. This is a dream. Her mind assures her. You've drifted off into this harmless fantasy. Embrace it.

"Oh, yeah? What were you thinking? Exactly."

The husky tone of her whisper turns him on more than words themselves. The blood from his head flows south so quickly he's left a little dizzy as his partial erection stiffens to full mast. Fighting the urge to reach for it, for fear he'll end things too quickly, he clenches his jaw as well as a fist full of sheets.

On the other end of the line, Donna's heart beats rapidly. Her breath is quick and shallow as she lets her knees fall outward and brings her hand between them. The fierce anticipation elicits literal pain. This is no dream.

"Your body."

There is darkness in his voice. A danger that amplifies her need even more.

"The way your dresses, every fucking one of them, hug every curve of you perfectly." Harvey releases the sheet he's gripping and glides his hand over his abs to the patch of dark hair just short of his groin. "It kills me, Donna. It fucking drives me mad."

She can hear the lust. The want. It echoes her own and she runs her middle finger gently between her folds in an effort to soothe it. Her moan is soft and full of need.

"Tell me about the shower." Any timidness or uncertainty she'd had is long forgotten. She's all in.

Hearing Donna's moan through the speaker has Harvey sliding his body flat on the bed as he pushes the boxers down and gives in to gripping his rock-hard cock.

"You haunt me," he gasps as his breath lodges in his throat. "I still see you. Feel you. Lying beneath me. Wrapped around me." With each glide of his hand up and down his voice grows thicker. "After all these years, it still feels like yesterday."

"The shower," she repeats. One finger turns to two as she dips them inside and arches her back. She wants to hear him say it.

Struggling for air, Harvey swallows and concentrates on forming actual words.

"I close my eyes. I visualize you there with me." Harvey bites down hard as his dick twitches and his groin tightens. A hissing sound escapes his tight lips. "I let the hot water run over my face and down my body while I imagine cupping those perfect breasts of yours and teasing your nipples with the tip of my tongue." His hand wraps firmly around the base of his erection. "Fuck, Donna…"

Grappling for some sense of control Donna tries to keep her voice even as she rocks into the pressure of her own hand. "Then what?" Despite teetering on the edge of sanity the words come out as more of a command than a question.

"Donna…" It's a plea. He has no idea how the power seems to have shifted completely to her. If he wasn't flat on his back, he'd be down on his knees.

"Tell me."

Christ! She's so fucking sexy right now and he knows exactly what she's doing on the other end. What he would give to be there watching. The need is suffocating. Once he can manage to draw some much-needed air, he gives her what she's asking for.

"I slide my hand down my wet body. Over my chest, my abs…you're moaning my name. Whimpering. Begging for me to fill you. To take you."

He's stroking himself repeatedly now. Only stopping long enough to glide his fingers over the head of his cock as it swells in painstaking anticipation. And when he hears Donna's breath speed up over the phone he knows he's got her right where he wants her. The power shifts back to him.

"I know you want me, Donna." He swallows down the thickness in his throat. "I can hear it. You're touching yourself and wishing it was me."

"Yes. Yes." She's so close now. One flick of her clit and she'll freefall into oblivion. But she slows her rhythm just enough to hold out. To wait. "Tell me what happens next, Harvey."

"By the time I finally grip my cock it's so hard and eager I know it won't take more than a couple strokes. I reach my left hand underneath and wrap my fingers around the base." His breaths are so choppy now it's hard to get the words out. But he knows how much she wants this and it's the sexiest fucking thing he's ever done. "Just like I'm doing right now, Donna. I hold the base steady and glide my other hand up and down. Fuck!" he gasps. His right hand stroks feverishly while his left grips his balls and base in a vice. "I stroke myself. Harder. Faster. All the while fantasizing that it's you wrapped around me and not my hand."

She's gonna come. She envelopes herself in that euphoric state right before the orgasm consumes every fiber of your being. She holds her breath and remains in that space until it's physically and emotionally impossible not to let go.

"Harvey."

With the sound of his name on her lips he shatters. Every need, want, and desire he'd forced down for the past few weeks, fuck…years, comes pouring out of him on the wave of an orgasm that threatens to tear him in two.

And right there next to him, just the way she had in every one of his haunting fantasies, Donna falls with him. And though neither of them speaks a word, they both know, everything's changed.

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