Suits Undressed | S01 E08 · Identity Crisis: Benz Quality

by Cam

Summary: Harvey and Donna embark on an adventure to look for Louis Litt, but the journey is the most important part.

"Donna" She heard an all too familiar voice approach her cubicle, accompanied by an undeniably Harvey´s click of shoes, a slight breeze blowing her way when he flashed by. "I need to talk to Louis." He turned around to face her and leaned on her desk, rather secretively, crossing his legs. "he's not in his office."

"Huh." Donna proceeded, eyes fetching the letters on the screen as she typed them on the keyboard. "Norma wouldn't tell you where he is?"

Even without the slightest look at him, she sensed his discomfort.

"Well, she didn't…" his finger tried to point somewhere nervously and he followed it, evading her glance, as his mouth mimicked a movement for words that never made it out: "Um…"

Her eyelids closed before finally shifting her gaze towards him. so he wouldn't have to embarrass himself further, she interrupted: "You didn't ask her, did you?" A smirk hid in the corners of her mouth at the pleasure of being needed.

He hunched forward slightly and lowered his voice a notch, speaking through tight lips. "She gives me the creeps."

"Ughhh," Donna spun her chair towards the wired phone dismissively, facadeing the sudden heat that raced through her spine at his closeness, her eyes wiggling in condescension. "You're such a wuss."

"What did you just say to me?" He challenged back, feigning disbelief.

"I think we both know what I just said." She deadpanned, looking at him through the corner of her eyes as her back faced him. Harvey looked around at the assistant in the next cubicle, visibly uncomfortable, noticing how his boss stood outside of it, unlike him. He wondered whether it was obvious that their relationship wasn't just what it should be.

She picked up the phone and, in one click, connected with Norma´s line. "Norma, where is he?" At some unknown response, she answered: "What? You're kidding," she said, placing her elbow on the table to serenely pay attention to whatever had her enticed.

"What?" Harvey rushedly Inquired from behind. To which she held up a finger in the air.

"Shh"

"Is he really doing that?" she asked, all but laughing. "There's just no way." The giggle escaped her throat. "How long did you say he´d be there? Okay, thanks, Norma." She placed the phone down and took a deep breath, slowly spinning back to face Harvey. She rested her elbow on the armrest and bit her middle finger as her index finger rested on her temple, smiling mischievously.

Harvey's brow curled up in expectation, motioning with his hand for her to go on.

She cleared her throat and faked a straight face, which wasn't held for long. Her eyes wrinkled and she let out: "He's… He's blowing off steam."

"Blowing off steam, as in, Mudding? Cause if so, I'm not gonna go look for him," He responded as he stood up and posed to leave.

"Not mudding." She paused and held him back with her arm. "Still, something interesting".

"What does that mean?" He queried, tilting his head sideways with a slight pout, his eyes honing in on hers.

She stood up at hands-distance from him, looking him up and down as she brought her hands to his chest and fixed his tie.

"You'll see," she purred, resting both her hands on either side of the gray, thick cloth atop his plain white shirt and black vest. A beat. She patted his chest and strolled out of her cubicle, her ass grazing too close to him as she tried to avoid hitting the chair.

Reading her mind, he followed, eyes surreptitiously traveling to where her gray dress ended, three quarters down on her hamstrings; her hips swung with ease, accompanied by the perfectly calculated journey of her arms beside her torso. His breath hitched in his best effort to hold back his indisputable desire.

Her red hair flew sideways as her head turned around. "Oh, and I'm driving." she added.

He caught up with her speed and put both his arms in the air. "Whatever you say, Paulsen."

The traffic flowed with unconceivable ease and Harvey was thankful for Donna's anticipation in her choosing to drive, considering the number of calls he stopped owing clients within the past 15 minutes.

"Okay, that's it," he let out, exerted. "No more calls."

"Wow, you don't last long," she mocked, unwilling to waste the chance to play with him "don't ever become a secretary.".

"Lie," he turned his head to his left intently, "I last long."

"You're not talking about calls, are you?"

"No, I totally am," He responded nonchalantly.

"Ha. Ha."

"Wait, you thought I was talking about sex?" he asked incredulously.

"You know you were talking about sex. And for the record, you don't last long either."

His stun displayed in the completeness of his countenance. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Loud and clear." Donna added, as she brought her body forward to have a clearer view of the tight turn she was about to attempt to get into the parking lot, which she did effortlessly and with only one hand on the steering wheel. Harvey was in awe at her driving skills, and he didn't know why, but a sting of envy mixed with admiration, desire and whatnot flourished in his gut.

When she shifted in her seat while parking in the tightest yet only spot available, he caught a glimpse of her and could swear he forgot how to breathe, and right then and there, lost any discretion; ogling at her not much surprised as turned on to the core.

Her dress was slightly hiked up and the way it wasn't the last bit revealing on her cleavage only increased his need for discovery; the seatbelt sat just over where her nipple would be, grazing gently over the cloth. The soft muscles beneath the freckled skin of her arms flexed at her movements on the wheel, her tongue popped out on the side of her lip giving away her concentration, and as if on cue, her hazel eyes turned to look at him. Up and…

"Harvey."

"Yeah?" his tone was excessively hoarse, and he hadn't stopped looking.

She tried to suggest his situation in the most subtle way possible: "You…sure you want to go in?"

"Yeah."

"Then go."

He didn't answer.

"Yeah, you should…wait." she said, looking away.

He didn't answer.

"Louis should leave in 45 minutes but you never know, so go whenever you can," If she could be crumpled like a piece of paper and disappear, she would. "I guess." Her nerves had attacked any possibility of holding them back, as well as any chance of denying the heat that rose at her core.

"Four." he whispered, as if it were a thought that wasn't meant to come out.

She snorted. "four?"

"Or five."

"Huh?"

He allowed a pause to fall in between "probably four."

"Four what?"

"Never mind."

"You're weird," she let out as she unfastened her seatbelt and waited for him to do the same, considering how intensely his eyes followed her action. She motioned with her head for him to do it, but he didn't even flinch. "God, what has gotten into you."

She reached over with her right arm to the red button beside his hip but Harvey´s hand swiftly took hold of her wrist.

"I can do it myself." He breathed out, bringing his right hand to press the button, without dropping hold of Donna's wrist; her pulse throbbing beneath the tight trap of his palm.

Their eyes hooked with intent, and their breaths grew desperately strong; their heartbeats were almost a song their mouths ached to play in unison with. None moved one bit, bargaining for who would break the rule and lead them amiss again. Though lust has long surpassed their control, they wouldn't waver, allowing their eyes to converse on the outcome.

Over the course of however long, his grip softened until their hands fell in between them both. Inside the shaded car, they still tried to decipher the dilated pupils in each other's eyes.

Donna's body leaned in his direction over his lap, skillfully taunting him with the possibility of touch, at which point his dick twisted inside his increasingly tight pants. She grabbed the handle and popped open the door for Harvey.

"Go," she said, dryly. Aware that he was beyond impresentable so as to go, let alone find Louis.

They pressed pause on time again, their eyes all the more entranced in the others´. She gathered whatever was left of her fried brain cells and broke eye contact, bringing her hand to her own door to go herself.

She heard the door she had opened smash closed behind her. And then:

Heat.

A hand.

Harvey.

He grabbed her jaw and twisted it to his side, devouring her mouth as soon as it faced him, all gentleness left for another time. He kissed rivetingly, her head forced back at the strength he pushed in; his mouth's prowess made their entanglement replete with inexhaustible craving.

Donna followed suit, foraging for something deeper beneath the swelling skin of his lips and the slicked back hair which was beginning to fall, strand by strand.

Their hands abound on each other, tugged at the cloth in restraint of ripping it off. Donna blindly found his groin and massaged his erection, soon she unbuttoned his pants and teased to let him free.

She tried to stop the kiss to gasp for oxygen, but as soon as she did, his lips were on hers again, their tongues entranced in a journey they knew everything about.

Her hand discoursed from where it rested in his jaw to the button of his jacket, opening the wings of the cloth to reveal his vested torso and then pushing at his chest while she supported herself to straddle him.

"Don-"

"Shut up."

"We're in a-"

"Parking lot, I know"

She settled on top of him and his curious hands took her full buttocks, squeezing as he urged her body closer, her breasts grazing his face.

Dispossessed of their rational sides, Donna grabbed his dick from his briefs as he pushed her dress up and rubbed her center over her panties unhesitatingly; firm and intricate strokes that readied her on the spot.

He reached for his wallet in the center pocket of the car, blindly finding a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. Shortly, he had it on, allowing their mouths to intertwine again.

They fought for the scarce oxygen that was found between their kisses, as she kept grinding over his lap. Not many seconds had passed until his fingers tugged at the cloth of her panties and moved them to the side, both of them angling their parts so as to unite.

And when they did, there was no going back.

Their minds were painted fully with the sight of each other as they thrusted messily, in a rush for climax, their bloods adrenalinic at all the windows that looked at them in his Mercedes. Only the backseat's windows were tainted.

His relentless pace rapidly drove her insane and she tried to match it unsuccessfully; her breath and body spasming at the intensity of her orgasm, while he held back his.

Her face fell forward atop his head, arms hugging his neck, taking in the scent of his dyed black hair.

"One." He whispered as he nuzzled against her chest; their messy breaths synced accidentally.

She pushed back to have a look at him and his complicit-with-himself face.

She chuckled. "Ohhhhhhhh, I get it now."

He returned the smile. "Do ya?"

"Four," she mocked, and she smacked him on the shoulder.

"I bet I can." He expressed smugly.

Her face was struck with bewilderment as she considered the offer. "Huh?"

"You said forty five minutes?"

"Yeah."

"Leave the last fifteen for you to rearrange."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Backseat, now." He ordered, and she bit her lip compliantly, aching for him to be inside her again the moment he slipped out.

She lay down across the seats, panties off and knees bent, and he placed himself on top of her, between her legs, arms on either side of her head, after he had wrestled off his suit jacket.

He spat on his hand and wet his shaft, goading her need, eyes holding hers like ones of a predator, but she could swear she'd never felt as safe.

He lifted her legs and pushed them gently so that her thighs met her waist, discussing with their tender eyes all the questions they didn't pronounce.

Is that okay?

It is, Harvey.

If you want to stop, please tell me Donna.

Okay.

As soon as he saw permission in her eyes he dug in, and by the way he had looked at her, she knew that she was about to…

"Harv-" the word imploded before it made it out.

She breathed out a moan with fervent subtlety, and he picked up his speed as fast as the car they were in right now would get from zero to a hundred.

With each thrust, his pelvis would crash violently against hers, the sound of sticky flesh hitting all the more of a turn on to their ears.

They were still quite fully dressed, but they brazenly took advantage of the friction of their clothes and…

Fuck

There goes number two.

"Keep going, Harvey." she demanded breathlessly, "Harder." and he all but snarled, driving each thrust with his whole body, like waves that crash against shore in a hurricane, barely any backwash before the next one attacked.

And through her second climax, she was carried onto another one, the fervor tenfold. Still, somehow, he held back his own.

His labored body took a break for some minutes—weight still steadied on his arms.

"That's three." He teased after a bit of time, and she could only smirk.

As he tilted his head diagonally to the dashboard, he added, "And still twenty five minutes to spare."

She swirled her eyes in playful annoyance, but little did she know, he'd seen her.

"What was that?" He jumped at her.

"Nothing?"

"Nuh, uh. You don't roll your eyes at me."

"What are you gonna do?" Donna challenged.

His eyes darkened with desire, and a twinkle of despair, jaw clenched.

He receded, granting her space to move. "On four, now."

She obliged.

He started a buildup with slow, deliberate thrusts, as he leaned forward, splatting his abdomen over her back, trying to resist the urge to rip his vest and shirt right off.

His involute hand traveled directly to her clitoris, circling steadily as he upped his speed.

"Ohh, my god" she tried to hold back a scream. Arching her back, trying to put it upwards, but he stopped her so they wouldn't hit their heads. The Mercedes wasn't exactly spacious in height.

It was too much

Too good of a fuck

Too good of a man

And damn it, was he hot.

Her moans grew increasingly desperate, and she stopped worrying about holding them back.

"Good girl," he husked. Shoving even deeper into her. Both of them were sure the car was rocking from side to side; and so be it. Let those outside see it; let them be jealous.

"Fuck," he said, low. His rhythm began to scatter, and so she let go too. He kept on circling her clit, easing the high.

There goes number four

With an arm wrapped around her abdomen, he held her for a few seconds. The heaving of their lungs in unison.

"Four," he let out, and they both laughed together.

He kneeled back up and looked at the dashboard again.

"Told you you'd have your 15 minutes."

Her eyes wrinkled, and she bit her bottom lip, somewhat annoyed.

He took care of himself and opened the door. Looking as sharp as if nothing had happened. But one couldn't say the same if they looked at his face.

Before he closed it, she stopped him. "Oh, and Harvey."

"Yeah?" He hunched down to see her.

"You do last long."

He looked to the side and sucked on his cheek, visibly proud. He closed the door behind him and, with the biggest of grins, strolled towards the door of a sort of hangar.

She caught her breath, looking at the clues of the divinely disastrous mess they'd made, her dress crumpled, both drivers seats pushed forward, and her red hairs disheveled.

He swung the door open and was met by a bulky, tattooed man.

"I'm looking for Louis Litt." He slipped a hundred dollar bill to pay the entrance he didn't even bother checking the cost of, and to avoid any trouble.

"Right over there," the man said, orienting with his finger, and he handed Harvey a pair of goggles and ear covers.

"Thanks," he told the man, and put the protection on.

He walked along to the fourth slot and found Louis aiming with a gun towards a white paper with a human figure, circles drawn around it, and red aims in the head and chest, holes pierced in exactly the middle, though some around. Dark goggles sat on his nose and ears, as he aimed carefully and shot, tearing more circles on the paper.

He reached upward to a lever that brought the shot paper towards him so he could change it. He caught a glimpse of Harvey in the process.

His expression shifted to annoyance. "I come here when I need to be alone."

Harvey assessed the scene "44 Magnum, really? Feeling lucky today, punk?"