Prompt by sanaaspeakss "Harvey picks out Donna's dress for a firm event. He makes a great choice, so great he almost regrets it as he's not the only one who gives her attention that night (Couple Darvey at a firm event jealous Harvey!) also thank you for doing this!"

Dress Shopping

Donna bit back a moan at Harvey's distracting hands and kisses, feeling the heat reach her cheeks and spread down her neck, flushed at his actions both embarrassed and aroused. She should've known brining Harvey with her to dress shop was a bad idea. He'd begged her, saying he'd missed her all day, and promised it'd be fun, that it'd be like the shopping sprees they had before fun, teasing, and highly efficient since they both always knew exactly what they wanted when perusing the racks on Fifth Avenue.

He was delivering on the fun and teasing alright. She's not sure why it hadn't occurred to her post finally getting together that they can't seem to go 10 minutes without making out like horny teenagers or dry humping like virgins, which is exactly what's happening now- Harvey standing right behind her, not leaving an inch of space between her back and his front as his hand wrapped around her waist lovingly caressing her front as he nibbled on the side of her neck. "Harvey- we're in public." She hissed wrapping her own hand around his, attempting to stop his roaming hands but somehow pressing herself even closer to him.

She's always hated PDA, found it crass and only appropriate when it involved dark hallways and enough tequila that she could seek making some illicit fantasies come true.

She never thought she'd be in a department store on Monday in the middle of a somewhat less than busy section willingly letting herself be touched so intimately by her boyfriend.

She should've known by now that Harvey was different.

She finally managed to turn around, effectively removing herself from Harvey's grasp, who frowned and pouted as she interrupted him munching on her. "Hey-"

"Hey what? Harvey, as much as I love everything you were doing I need to pick out a dress for tomorrow night and you promised to help me."

"I'm making this more fun aren't I?" He teased, lips still plump from their earlier make out, eyes still dilated with arousal.

Donna cursed under her breath at the fact his smouldering eyes and cocky smirk were genuinely making her consider dragging him into the nearest dressing room. She ignored her libido. "This is nothing like our trips to Hermes."

"Actually it's exactly like they were except this time around, I'm finally letting my actions match my thoughts Donna."

Donna felt her breath hitch at his sweet confession wrapped in a level of vulnerability and hotness she honestly couldn't process. She stared at him, mouth agape at what he just said, before tugging him closer to her by yanking his tie. "You can't say things like that in public when I can't properly show you how I feel about it." She murmured quietly, eyes fluttering coquettishly at him as he swallowed what she can only assume was his arousal. "Fuck who's stopping you?" His voice was deliciously low, about to encroach once again in her personal space when Donna stepped away.

"Common decency and respect for Chanel and Dior." She smoothed down her dress in an attempt to distract her hands from doing what they really wanted to.

"Cmon, help me pick a dress then we can leave." Harvey sighed before finally turning around to look at the choices.

He spotted a flash of Burgundy maroon and knew immediately he wanted to see Donna in it. It's one of his favorite colors on the redhead, reminding him of her cape dress she'd worn not too long ago, a dress that haunted his dreams and teased his days.

This dress was on a hanger, draped over the manequin, so he couldn't quite tell what the shape of it was truly like. But he loved the silky look of the material, and it seemed simple in an understated way, perfect for a firm charity event. It had invisible like straps holding the dress up on the top with intricate gold floral detailing on the side of the dress-skirt. It looked like that's where the dress gave out to some sort of side slit situation.

Donna would look amazing in the burgundy color, her freckles would be highlighted and her hair would contrast wonderfully with the hint of gold and he imagined she'd be wearing a darker lip color to compliment it. His mouth watered at the idea of kissing it off her until he was just kissing her naturally bare plump lips. "That one." He choked out hoarsely, pointing at the dress. Donna turned around, inspecting his choice. She seemed hesitant at first, and Harvey knew she treated these events like the met gala half the time, always one upping her past looks, taking advantage of her huge salary and connections to the fashion world to have fun with the looks. He thought she was going to chastise him for such a simple choice but she agreed pretty quickly, not even bothering to try it on, knowing her sizes intimately and rattling them off to the sales associate.

They were in the back of Rays car in 5 minutes flat, taking advantage of the private divider.

Harvey forgot all about the dress the following next 24 hours, work getting in the way. He'd been hammered left and right with clients badgering him about Robert leaving, the ramifications of yet another name change, and quite frankly he was pissed at the notion of going to a charity gala they were hosting when all he'd wanted to do was calm his brewing headache with some good Italian pizza, a cold beer, and his favorite person by his side watching reruns of Seinfeld.

He hadn't even seen Donna all day, slammed with work, which probably added to his frustrations. He never liked the days their paths didn't cross at work. She'd simply texted him she was leaving early to get ready and not to blow the event off needing them all working as a unit to dispel any more bad PR the firm was getting. Harvey had sent back an eye rolling emoji. As if he'd ever do that when it's practically his fault entirely the firm was once again a sinking ship.

Two hours later, Harvey's dressed up in his Tom ford tuxedo, slamming scotches at the bar like he was a 25 year old pre gaming for the night. He definitely needed the drinks to hand hold all these clients tonight. He let his eyes wander around the gala, curious as to where Donna was. He knew she was there already, and that she was supervising the event running smoothly, running interference with an Angsty-Litt. She'd been dreading the even almost as much as he had, these firm parties had always been somewhat of a drag but lately they've felt like torture. Harvey sighed, slowly drinking his scotch, leaning against the bar and trying to get his game face on when his eyes were drawn to the red he'd been conditioned to zero in on whenever it was in his peripheral view.

Harvey nearly choked on his glass. Donna's back was facing him and that alone was sending his mind reeling. She was wearing a dark cranberry dress that clung to her shapely physique, her waist heavily accentuated, hips swaying and mimicking Jessica the Rabbit. He'd never seen her hair in long waves and teased at the top - further reminding him of the cartoon (further getting him riled up) and his eyes didn't know where to look. Her hair against the maroon, her freckled bare shoulders, her ass that looked heavenly, or the hint of bare leg he could see.

They finally settled on the strange hand that just landed on Donna's waist, squeezing her tightly as she laughed. Harvey frowned, looking up to see Henderson, a shitty nepo client that inherited his dad Fortune 500 company, clearly trying to flirt with Donna, asking her to dance. He knew Donna wasn't going to turn him down, it was too impolite of a move.

Harvey took another large gulp of his drink, as Donna finally turned around in Henderson's guiding hand. He scowled at the fact they were moving to the dance floor, but what really got him was Donna's front finally coming into view.

He actually did choke on his drink this time around. Her right leg was much more bare than he realized her slit teasing her upper thigh area, showing off her lean toned leg that looked even longer in her six inch heels. The golden flowers sent his eyes straight to her curves, before finally noticing how her breasts looked encased in her dress.

Before Harvey could focus on any other aspects of Donna's look, bozo Henderson blocked his view as his large shoulders stood in front of Donna, guiding her hands to rest on them amicably. Donna sent him a smile, before making some quip that had Henderson's shoulder shaking in a chuckle. Donna smiled even wider after that.

He didn't care for the show he was receiving one bit. He knows Donna's just being compelling, witty, a smart businesswomen making sure her client's entertained and happy. He knows she doesn't care for Henderson. He knows her body is a respectable distance away from Henderson and he knows she's just being amicable and her usual amazing self.

But he also knows Henderson's enjoying her reparte, and he's definitely enjoying her dress and her smile and his hands aren't exactly friendly so Harvey finds himself walking over. "Mind if I cut in Henderson? Thanks." Harvey responded to his own question easily side stepping and taking over as Donna's dance partner who frowned amusingly at his antics. "Apologies Henderson we have quick business to discuss." Donna's words smoothed any awkwardness as Henderson smiled understandingly "COO never takes the day off, I understand." He briskly walked away and Harvey focused in on Donna, who cocked her head to the side at him. "Seriously?"

"What the hell are you wearing it's so… distracting"

"Everything I wear is distracting. And you should know you chose it!" Harvey's mouth dropped in shock as he recalled the dress he pointed at. It looked anything but simple on Donna.

"Jesus fucking Christ I'd never have picked it out if I knew how distracting you'd look." His eyes took in all the details upfront.

"Why, jealous?" She teased.

"No, I just can't afford to ditch the event and finally take it off you."

Donna hummed before getting closer to him. "You also can't afford the distraction. I better go talk to Henderson- wouldn't want to take up any more of your time, Closer." She winked, about to step out of his embrace when his hands clung into her waist.

"Not so fast, I can spare a few more minutes. Just till the dance is over." Donna grinned shaking her head at their ridiculousness. Harvey thanked god she was always right by his side making his days feel a little brighter.