Suits Undressed | S01 E10 · Shelf Life: The Shade of Desire
by flyingorfalling
Summary: Donna makes use of the special present she received from Harvey.
Donna doesn't have many friends, but she does have a small group of close ones. Throughout her career, she always believed a busy social calendar might distract her from her professional ambitions.
Then, as she got older, she came to realize that she really liked it this way. She finds immense value in having a few people she can rely on completely, rather than a large group of acquaintances.
Jane is one of her oldest companions. They bonded quickly during yoga classes when Donna still worked at the DA's office. Despite the distance after Jane's move, their friendship remains strong, fueled by a playful pact to never vacation with anyone but each other.
Their latest adventure lands them in a cozy cottage, sat amongst a well-manicured garden with majestic swaying palms, just a stone's throw away from the famous Grace Bay Beach.
Even though it's only for a week, Donna can already feel the impact of the soothing, paradise backdrop—the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore, the warm tropical breeze, and the rustling of palm leaves.
"Hey, Jane," she calls, poking her head out from behind the shower curtain, "can you grab that aloe vera gel from my bag on the counter? Looks like I have a massive sunburn."
Jane, impeccably dressed and applying mascara, casts a sympathetic glance Donna's way. "Sure, honey. But I'm running a bit late. I have a date in…" She fumbles for her phone, her eyes widening as she checks the time. "Actually, right now."
In her haste, Jane snatches Donna's cosmetics bag from the counter. But she misjudged its weight, sending it toppling over, spilling its contents across the bathroom floor in a miniature explosion of beauty products.
"Shit," she curses as a subtle snap echoes in the room.
She picks up the broken plastic pieces of Donna's lipstick and tries to reattach the cap to the tube, but the lipstick is ruined. Because without the missing top, it will twist out and stain everything else in the bag.
"Girl, what even is this weird ass color?" she says, laughing, before scrambling to pick things up and stuffing them back in Donna's bag.
"Here," she says, a touch out of breath, handing over the aloe vera gel as Donna steps out of the shower. "And, uh, I kinda stepped on your lipstick in the chaos. Sorry."
"The lipsti—" Donna's eyes widen momentarily, yet she swiftly composes herself. "Ah, don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll still serve its purpose."
She bites her lip and traces the outline with her tongue, feeling like her forehead is reading 'No lies detected' in illuminated letters.
"I can always get you a replacement," Jane offers. "Though, respectfully, that shade is not your color."
"It's a going-away present from Harvey," Donna explains, her smile coming involuntarily as she thinks of him.
"Now that explains the awful taste," Jane says mockingly. "But damn, that man must be crazy about you. You're only gone for a few days."
"Speaking of men…" Donna smirks, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend.
"Fuck!" she exclaims, rushing out the door before Donna can even wish her good luck for her date.
After completing her nightly ritual, Donna sinks down onto the bed, sighing softly, and turns on the TV. But the chatter of the movie is only able to hold her attention for a few minutes before she shuts it off.
She reaches for her phone on the nightstand and taps out a message: Thinking of you, a single red lipstick emoji is the only punctuation needed.
With a flick of her wrist, the phone sails across the mattress. She lets out a long breath as she turns towards the ceiling, an image of Harvey lingering in her thoughts.
Her hand alternates from fumbling with the hem of her camisole top to gently running her fingertips over the edge of her undies. The other hand squeezes and caresses her breast through the material.
She imagines being held close, calloused fingertips tracing imaginary lines on bare skin, face nuzzled into Harvey's neck as he rests his chin on her head. Or how, in that position, she would be able to feel the vibrations his gruff whispering would cause in his neck.
And then her thoughts become even more tempting as she imagines Harvey's weight pressing down against her, arms held above her head with one rough hand as the other tugs and toys with one of her nipples, kissing and biting her neck, marking her.
For a split second, she contemplates picking up the phone again and just calling him, as she craves to hear all the dirty things he'd whisper in her ear, grinding deliciously against her hips before thrusting deep inside her. Painfully slow at first, but then...
Donna slowly crunches up her top, exposing her already hard nipples to the thick, warm night air as she slowly moves her hips against nothing, feeling the fabric of her underwear rub against the wetness that is already pooling between her legs.
She bites her bottom lip as she rolls and pinches her nipples between her thumb and index finger. She slips a hand down and into her panties while she continues to play and tug at one of her nipples.
She drags her fingers slowly up and down her slit, gathering the slickness between her legs, before focusing on rubbing gentle circles against her clit. She lets out a soft sigh as she closes her eyes and starts moving her hips against her hand.
As she thinks of the man purely to blame for her current horny state, she thinks of the way the tendons flexed in his hands and forearms when she last saw him—oh, how she longs for those hands to be in place of hers instead, holding her body against his, grinding…
She retrieves the lipstick from the nightstand, then settles back into position. Compact and portable, the disguised sex toy is quite perfect for traveling light; the sound of the whisper-quiet motor always drowned out by her loud moans.
A slight smirk crosses over Donna's face as she notices the broken cap and remembers how flustered Jane was about her little mishap, even without knowing of the sweet pleasure that lipstick could give a woman.
Turning on the low setting, she runs the tip over and around a nipple, before trailing the vibrator down and sliding it over the lace covering her pussy. Moving her hips against the length of the toy, she allows herself to moan deeper as she ups the vibrator's intensity.
She lowers her thong down along her thighs and spreads her legs, thankful for the easier access it gives her to her aching cunt. Starting lightly at first, she slips the vibrator's tip around her clit teasingly slowly, gradually increasing the pressure.
As she slides it inside her soaking pussy, she can't help the loud moan that escapes her mouth. The toy's movement became automatic some time ago and it barely registers in her mind that it takes any kind of effort to move it, the vibrations pulsing inside her in a way that her own hand could never manage.
She feels her orgasm building from a long way off, curling in her toes as her body starts drawing tight. Her breath catches in her throat, making her whimper as though it's pulling on the last ounces of her self control.
Groaning in the pleasurable frustration, she cusses loudly and then draws the dildo back out again, relishing the drag. Setting a slow and steady pace, Donna fucks herself for him, denying nothing, and the pleasure draws her in deeper, making her feel drunk on the sensation.
Fucking her cunt harder and faster, she revels in the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around the toy in its desperation. A steady mantra of moans starts to pour from her mouth, accented by the occasional curse word as she begins to float.
With one hand, she gropes her breast, rolling a nipple between her fingers, pinching hard, while the other holds the rumbling dildo. She keens, arching under her own ministrations as she melts into the mattress.
The vibrations drive her closer to her release, her mind going rogue and indulging in fantasies of Harvey, driving his hard cock into her tight cunt. With a raw moan, she almost sobs in need and frustration, feeling delirious with lust.
Every nerve is alive and attentive to the arousal pulsing through her body until she finally snaps, forced over the edge and into oblivion. Her cunt spasms and pulses, making her shudder uncontrollably.
She can't control anything, not the trembling of her thighs or the obscene noises coming from her mouth. The intensity of her orgasm takes the breath from her lungs and leaves her floundering for some kind of stability.
Her body twitches through the aftershocks as she gulps in lungfuls of air. Feeling entirely too sensitive, she whimpers, pulling the vibrator away and shutting it off before dumping it on the floor somewhere.
Her body feels so heavy that she refuses to even consider moving. Each breath is still a conscious effort, but the ache is so far beyond amazing the smile that stretches across her face takes no effort at all.
Sighing, she hides her sweetly tortured body under the covers. Just then, a flicker of light from the corner of her eye catches her attention. Right on cue, Donna thinks, as she glances at the screen. As always.
She rolls onto her side and takes her phone, opening Harvey's message… to a photo of his cock, standing up, proud and erect, purple-blue veins stretching both sides, the slit glistening with his cum, begging to be licked away.
As much as she enjoys the sight of his penis, in whatever form, she can't help but laugh at the image.
'A dick pic? What are you, fifteen?'
The reply comes through as a voice note, and Donna can practically hear the air quotes around his response as she presses play.
A theatrical eye roll, worthy of a Shakespearean sonnet, precedes his sardonic 'It's called a teaser, Donna.'
She smirks at his obvious displeasure.
Pressing record, her voice drops to a husky purr. Each word, dripping with insinuation as she sends a single, loaded sentence into the air, 'I want everything, Harvey.'
The reply buzzes in with lightning speed, making it abundantly clear that he had that message primed—a weapon he couldn't wait to fire.
His actions border on comical, and Donna lets out a little snort-laugh before she looks at the message. This time, a video.
The second she hits play and sees him palming his thick, heavy erection, she realizes it's the beginning of how that photo he sent her came to be.
She's never really considered a cock to be an appealing appendage, but Harvey's… It's huge and beautiful. So thick, so smooth. A large head and a long shaft. Wonderfully shaped.
Donna's breath catches in her throat as she listens to his moans through her phone. Her hand creeps between her legs, touching her soft curls, then finally settling on her folds. Her body thrums under her own fingers, wetness coating them in seconds.
She tries to keep her eyes glued to the screen, but when he starts whispering all kinds of dirty things to her, she drops the phone and closes her eyes.
Then she can see him. His head between her legs as his tongue and fingers begin their exploration.
Her imagination has always been one of her strongest talents. She's one of those people who are able to 'see' pretty much everything with their mind's eyes.
Though, inarguably, the best thing is how her vivid imagination can make her feel. And tonight is no different.