Suits Undressed | S01 E12 · Dog Fight
by belladonnaXO
"You getting ready to go?" The unexpected appearance of Harvey's voice snaps Donna from her thoughts.
"Yup," she returns curtly, not even looking at him.
Harvey furrows his brows as he immediately senses that something is off, rounding the cubicle to close the distance between them.
"Hey, what's up?"
Donna shivers at the softness in his voice. She internally scolds herself to get a grip and look up at him with all the confidence she can muster. She doesn't miss the worry in those big, brown eyes of his that seem to stare directly into her soul.
With all the power she can muster, she tries to play it off. "What? No, nothing. It's just been a long day. Thought you went home already."
Harvey doesn't even bother to respond to her attempt to change the subject. Instead, the tone in his voice is all serious when he tells her: "Come on, Donna. My ability to read people might not be as good as yours but I can still tell that something's wrong with you."
Donna sighs defeatedly, hating nothing more than appearing weak in front of someone else. Especially Harvey.
Yet she gives in, hoping that he will then leave it at that and she can finally get home, take a bath and drown her thoughts in a glass of wine. Or two.
"I lied to Rachel," she admits sheepishly and when she recognizes the confusion in his eyes adds "About us."
"Okayyy," Harvey responds, unsure of where this is going.
Feeling like she owes him an explanation and encouraged by the worry in his eyes, Donna continues.
"We had a drink in your office, talked about this and that, and … she remarked how well I know you … insinuating that there's something going on between us. And I straight out lied to her face. Without batting an eye. And I hate myself for that. Why do I even have to lie to my best friend?"
Harvey takes a moment to take in her words, not failing to sense the vulnerability in them, his own voice sounding soft and small when he finally speaks. "I never asked you to lie about it."
Donna sighs, swallowing the tint of anger in her throat she knows is misplaced.
"I know. But … you aren't exactly proud of it either. In fact, you are rather keen on keeping it a secret. I mean, I am too, but it feels like it doesn't really mean anything to you. Like I'm just a random playmate to you or you even regret me sometimes."
"Donna, that's not true," Harvey insists, grabbing her arm and determinedly pulling her into his office to move this conversation to a more private setting, even though no one seems to be left on the entire floor. He still doesn't want to risk any prying ears.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Donna shakes his hand off, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He always finds it impressive how quickly the walls between them could be rebuilt. One day they were enjoying a passionate night at one of their condos without a care in the world, alternating between making each other laugh and come, the next day they could be at each other's throats for something happening at work they disagreed on.
Even though he loves this dynamic between them and has always admired women that were able to stand up to him and not let him get away with his bullshit, he would lie if he said he didn't like those carefree times with Donna much more.
"Listen to me," Harvey says earnestly as he steps closer to her, staring square into her shiny eyes. "I could never regret what we have. Never ! And you are nothing but random or replaceable to me. And just because I don't … ," he falters, unable to say out loud what both of them already know. "It doesn't mean you don't mean a lot to me."
Donna internally rolls her eyes at his cowardice, albeit she knows it's not fair. After all, he's not the only one not ready to face what else might exist between them, under all these complex layers of being friends, workmates and having casual sex.
Her look at him softens when his hands settle on her upper arms and her heart warms at his rare display of care.
"I would never ask you to lie about this to Rachel, or to anyone for that matter. We once agreed that it's better to keep this to ourselves, but I don't want to make you feel like you have to deal with this all by yourself if you don't want to."
"I know," she almost whispers, her eyes fixating on a random spot behind him when she continues. "It's my own decision and most of the time I'm totally fine with it and I know that it's better this way because I don't need anyone to tell me their opinion about this … situation," her index motions between the two of them. "But sometimes, like tonight, I sort of get sentimental, feeling a ting of guilt at the fact that lying about this, lying to my best friend, comes so easily to me."
Her words unsettle him and he hesitates for a while.
"Is there something else? Because, Donna, if you don't feel comfortable with this anymore, if I am hurting you, we …"
"No, Harvey. I … I just don't want to lose you," Donna is quick in interrupting him, not ready to face her torn feelings. Not just about the situation, but for him .
"You're not going to," he simply states, pulling up one corner of his mouth.
"Good."
A sigh escapes her as his strong arms wrap her in a tight embrace, and for a minute or two they just stand there in the middle of his dark office, only faintly lit by the lights coming from the hallway.
"Know what I do regret though?" Harvey breaks the silence eventually.
Donna takes a step back to really look at him.
"That we're not doing this more often."
His blunt admission makes her chuckle, thankful for his ability to lighten up the mood whenever she needs it. "Me too."
"May I kiss you?"
The slight nod of her head is all it takes for Harvey to dive in completely, and soon they lose themselves completely in the kiss, tongues tangling, hands roaming, breaths hitching.
They are all over each other in an instant, just like they always are. Like two addicts, needing each other like the next shot of whatever drug it is they are craving.
Now that the lust has been unleashed, there's no holding back as Harvey's hands slide under the hem of Donna's dress at the same time as his lips slide from her lips down her throat to her pulse point, causing her to throw her head back in a frenzy.
Making quick work of his belt and zipper with skillful hands, Donna frees him from his boxers, finding him rock hard and throbbing for her.
For a second Harvey loses his balance, hissing loudly at her delicate touch, but then his hand determinedly pushes the fabric of her panties aside to tease her wet, hot core.
Donna cries at the sensation, involuntarily tightening the grip on his length.
Realization kicks in that they are still at the office, and Donna quickly covers her mouth with her hand, earning a giggle from Harvey who reluctantly separates his lips from her skin,
"We have to be quick, Donna. Security will be here for their nightly circuit shortly. Turn around for me, will you?"
Donna bites her lip and complies to his request without thinking, wanting, needing him so badly. He pushes her in the direction of the wall so that she can brace herself to the shelves full of records.
He quickly reaches for the condom in his back pocket and tears it open.
Bunching her dress up over her hips, Donna wiggles her ass and looks over her shoulder with hooded eyes, murmuring "Then fuck me already, Harvey."
He doesn't need to be told twice, pushes her panties aside and grabs her hip to keep her in place as his other hand grips his cock, puts the condom on and brings his length to her inviting entrance.
He pushes forward vigorously, bottoming out with one hard thrust that causes her to stifle a loud, guttural cry.
After giving her a moment to adjust, Harvey starts fucking her, gradually picking up the pace of his measured thrusts. Until the room is filled with the slapping sound of their colliding bodies and their restrained sounds of pleasure.
"You wanna know how proud I am of getting to have you like this?" Harvey pants through gritted teeth, his deep, raspy voice sending shockwaves of arousal through Donna's body.
"Uhu," is all she manages to reply.
"I barely think of anything but you at night," he continues, emphasizing his words with an extra hard push, his fingers digging into the flesh of her reddened ass.
"The way you blush when I tease your pussy, the way you moan when I enter you, the way you cry my name when I make you come so. fucking. good."
"Oh god," Donna whines. Desperate to find a better grip on the piled shelf, she accidentally knocks over a few records. She briefly expects Harvey to let go of her and become angry, as the records are his most valuable possessions.
But right at this moment, buried to the hilt in Donna's core, he couldn't care any less.
"God Donna, how could I ever regret this? How could that not mean something to me?" he goes on as his movements become sloppy, replacing her hand on her pussy with his own to stimulate her clit and drag her over the edge with him.
"Fuck Harvey, I'm coming," Donna presses seconds later, and her words alone are enough for him to let loose, coming to a halt deep inside of her as he waits for the eruptions of his cock to subside. His fingers are still drawing lazy circles on her clit, that soon becomes too sensitive to his touch when she comes down from her own high.
After readjusting their clothes and putting the Miles Davis record back on the shelf, Harvey turns to Donna, an earnest look on his face.
"Hey, I gotta go take care of something. Can I leave you alone? Are we good?"
Her smile is wide and candid when she speaks, a little teasing in her voice "More than good."