She would never get tired of this view. It was the first thing that came to her mind when she looked down. Harvey, between her legs, licking every inch of her intimacy. Most of his face was hidden between her thighs; she could only see his two dark eyes examining her every reaction, making sure he was doing a good job. And God, the term was weak. He wasn't just good, he excelled in the field. You might think that with his prideful personality and legendary arrogance, Harvey would take everything he could in bed and give the least possible. But it was the opposite. Harvey was a giver and a damn good one. Apart from the fact that nature had been more than generous with him, he knew how to use his cock, his fingers were the most agile her vagina had ever met, and his tongue—God, he knew exactly where to go, what to do, and how fast to do it. And always those fucking tenebrous eyes watching for any sign of discomfort she might show.

Donna ran a hand through his blonde strands, letting him know he hadn't lost any of his talent since The Other Time.

"Oh my God, Harvey," she sighed in pleasure.

She gripped his hair a little tighter as the delight began to radiate through her body, signaling that she was close to the point of no return.

"Harvey, yes, right there, I—" Her body contracted violently, her legs over Harvey's shoulders pulled in to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere as waves of pleasure flooded her body.

She abstractly felt Harvey kissing the lower part of her belly and her hips, but her mind was in such a fog that she couldn't quite be sure that it was happening.

When she finally came to her senses and looked down, Harvey was still lying between her legs, his head resting on her stomach, absently caressing the marks he had left on her hips last night.

"You think too loudly." Even though her mind was clear again, her voice left no doubt about the pleasure she had experienced.

"Does it hurt?"

She stroked his hair in an unconscious gesture. "No. That's the thing with redheads, you know, our skin marks very quickly."

"Maybe the thing I like most about your body."

"Oh really? Because I thought it was my—"

"I said maybe," he clarified, raising his head.

"Some people get tattoos of their love, I get bruises on my hips, and I'm so up for it," she smiled, but a lingering veil was present in Harvey's gaze. "What's on your mind?"

"It's just… It's like I love you too hard." And if Donna didn't know him better, she would think he was almost ashamed.

"You love me just fine, Harvey, never doubt that."

"But what if—"

"I'd tell you," she caressed his cheek. "Promise."

"Speaking of tattoos, maybe you could get one, you know. Right here." He kissed the spot just above her hip bone, looking at her with excited eyes. "With my initials."

Donna smiled at the thought. This man would be her downfall. "Kinky."

The two lovers said nothing for a moment, simply enjoying each other's company and the ability to finally express their feelings. It had been a long journey of 12 years, and Donna could finally be herself about her love for Harvey. If someone had told her a few weeks ago, she would have called them crazy. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to having Harvey in this way, it seemed so unreal. Her sweet thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise she recognized immediately.

She suddenly sat up, pulling Harvey with her. "Was that your stomach I just heard?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm starving, which is surprising since I just ate your—"

She kissed him deeply, cutting him off.

"I'm going to make us the breakfast of the year," she explained, ecstatic that Harvey was finally hungry. He was going to eat because he was starving, not because he had to eat. When she thought the day couldn't get any better. It was the best fucking day ever.

"Ham, eggs, avocado toast, coffee—"

"Donna! Donna! Calm down, it's just breakfast, we're not going to stop the famine in Ethiopia," Harvey joked about her enthusiasm.

"First of all, that's not nice to Ethiopia," she said very seriously, but her eyes were twinkling with mischief. "And secondly, it's the weekend, so we're going to brunch."

"Saturday brunch? Isn't that more of a Sunday thing?"

"As if you knew anything about brunch." She kissed him once more to end the debate and got up cheerfully, putting on Harvey's discarded T-shirt before heading to the kitchen, humming.

A few days later, Dr. Robinson was delighted to learn that Harvey had finally confessed his feelings to Donna. She'd suspected it the moment he walked into her office. His shoulders were no longer tense, his brows were no longer furrowed, his gait was much less stiff, and above all, he was smiling. It was the first time she'd ever seen Harvey smile.

Now that Harvey's biggest problem was apparently on its way to being resolved, Jamie decided to dig a little deeper into the source of his issues.

"During our first session, you told me you confessed to Donna that you wished you had never been born. Can you tell me why?"

Harvey shrugged, his eyes darkening momentarily. "It's just something I've always thought. It doesn't matter now that I have Donna."

"And I'm glad to hear that. But we both know your traumas run much deeper than that."

Harvey sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm never the first choice," he admitted, avoiding eye contact. "Well, until Donna, of course. But before that... Jessica chose to move to Chicago, Mike chose to care more about strangers than those who care about him, my father chose his career, my brother chose my mother, and my mother... My mother chose Bobby."

"Have you forgiven your mother?" Jamie asked gently, leaning forward in her chair.

"Of course, I told you that during our first session."

"No, you said you made peace with her."

"Is there a difference?"

"A huge difference, starting with understanding why you made peace with her if you haven't forgiven her."

Harvey reflected for a moment, his jaw tightening. He knew the answer, but voicing it was another matter. "Because I missed her. I missed my mom," he confessed in a breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And that's a very valid reason. We all need our mothers, no matter how old we are. But do you think it will last? What will happen when you're with your family and you witness her with her partner?"

"It will never make me happy, but it will have to be enough. It has to be enough. I'm tired of being angry, I just want it to stop," he complained, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

"I understand that, Harvey, I really do. But that's a very fragile balance. It won't work in the long term."

"We don't know how to talk calmly, it's pointless. And anyway, she's already apologized, what more can I expect?"

"Can you tell me what exactly makes you angry?"

"They blamed me. All of them. Not just my mom. For destroying our family. I was the one who told my father everything and tore our family apart. I was the one blamed, and... I accepted that, it's okay. I destroyed my family."

He was exhausted by it all. It seemed that at every stage of his life, this story came back to haunt him. It would always be a part of him, but at over 40 years old, he just wanted to move on.

"Harvey, you know you didn't do it, don't you?"

"If that's the case, why didn't she say anything about it? She apologized for asking me to lie but..." He paused for a moment, the weight of the past pressing down on him. "She didn't say anything about that, so she agrees, I destroyed my family," he said again, his throat tight.

"Harvey, I know that deep down with your adult eyes, you know you're not to blame. But the child who is still somewhere inside you still believes that. Unfortunately, you're not a child anymore, and that part of you will be hurt forever. But you can work to lessen the pain."

"How?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Talk to your mother. And when I say talk, I mean go spend a few days in your hometown. Take the time to be with your loved ones. You'll never dare say anything if you only see her at Christmas and birthdays."

"And what if she agrees? What if she says I'm the one who destroyed this family? That's what she said when I threatened to tell my father the first time," Harvey sighed in a voice that was becoming increasingly derailed.

He'd avoided the subject for a good reason. He knew he needed to talk about it, but it would kill him if his mother didn't take back her words.

"She was a very different woman back then, Harvey. But if that's the case, it will be up to you. Either let it go and accept a role that isn't yours, or mourn your mother forever."

Harvey closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The idea of confronting his past was terrifying, but he knew Jamie was right. If he ever wanted to move forward, he had to face the ghosts that haunted him. And maybe, just maybe, find a way to forgive himself.

Harvey had finally returned to boxing, and the familiar rhythm of the sport was more exhilarating than he had anticipated. Each punch he threw and dodged felt like a liberation—a reprieve from the clamor of his daily life. The sweat pouring down his face, the sting of his knuckles, and the rush of adrenaline reinvigorated him. It was like reconnecting with a long-lost friend. His movements were fluid and precise, every jab and hook executed with the grace of someone who had danced this dance countless times. The post-session bliss, however, was what he had missed the most: the feeling of being utterly spent, his mind emptied of all thoughts, satisfied and at peace with himself.

Arriving at Donna's place still drenched in sweat and clad in his gym clothes, he was greeted by the sight of her on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, her gaze fixed on the television. The soft glow of the screen highlighted the contented curve of her lips, and her relaxed posture was a stark contrast to his own energetic state.

He approached her from behind and kissed her forehead before heading to the kitchen.

"I left you some food in the fridge," Donna called out, her voice carrying a warmth that made him smile.

Since their reunion almost two weeks ago, Harvey had been devouring everything in sight, almost as if he were making up for months of lost appetite. His shirts were starting to fit better, and with the renewed focus on exercise, his muscles were visibly rediscovering their definition. He had noticed Donna's appreciative glances every time he ate, her eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and amusement. It could have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so endearing.

Returning to the living room with a large homemade sandwich, Harvey took a hearty bite, savoring the flavors as much as the moment.

"So, have you thought about that trip to Boston?" Donna asked, her tone casual.

Harvey nodded, chewing thoughtfully. "I have. I'm not sure I want to go. Besides, I'm the managing partner, so I can't afford to take time off. Louis will be in a panic."

"I know it's scary, but don't make excuses. You don't have to go for long. Plan a long weekend—leave Thursday and come back Sunday night. It would only be two days. Mike and Rachel are there if there's an emergency and I really think Louis can manage without us," Donna suggested.

Harvey's head jerked up, his eyes widening with surprise. "You're coming with me?" he asked, his mouth full and voice tinged with hope.

"Of course, I'm coming with you. Did you really think I'd let you go alone? No way," she teased, shaking her head with a playful smile. "Louis already agreed anyway."

"He did?"

"I didn't give him all the details, but he understood this isn't just a vacation."

Harvey paused, still focused on his food, as Donna continued. "And it would be good for you to spend some time with the kids. It's summer vacation—they'll be thrilled to have you around for a few days."

A smile spread across Harvey's face at the thought of the two troublemakers. The prospect of creating new memories with them was irresistible, even if he couldn't undo the past. "Okay, let's do this. A weekend at the Specter's. May God help us."

They both laughed, their shared amusement settling into a comfortable silence. After finishing his meal, Harvey sank into the couch, his body still buzzing from the workout, and began to unwind

Donna's gaze lingered on him, not with the usual fascination, but with a new, more intense focus. It was as if she was seeing him with a new light.

"What's on your mind?" Harvey asked, noticing her stare.

"I know you're not on social media, but there's something you might find interesting. Did you know that gray sweatpants are a favorite among women?" she asked, her tone mischievous.

"Why's that?" Harvey asked, glancing down at his sweatpants with mild curiosity.

"Because they leave no room for imagination," Donna replied, her eyes gleaming with a mix of humor and desire.

Harvey raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You and your dirty mind."

"You love my dirty mind," she countered with a sultry smile.

"I worship your dirty mind," Harvey laughed, pulling Donna onto his lap and kissing her passionately.

The kiss quickly intensified, an unspoken promise of what was to come. Harvey's tongue sought entry between her lips, and she responded eagerly. His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass possessively. Tonight wasn't about romance,it was about raw desire. He just wanted to fuck her and, judging by Donna's moans and the way she started rubbing her crotch against his thigh made it clear she was entirely on board.

She broke the kiss to bite his neck and then moved to his jawline, her fingers exploring him through the sweatpants. Harvey groaned, his grip on her thigh tightening, trying to contain his building desire.

When Donna finished her exploration, she stood up and began to undress slowly. Harvey watched, hands on either side of the sofa, his eyes locked on her every movement. She removed her tank top first, revealing her bare breasts, and then slid off her lounge pants, his excitement growing as he saw she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You planned this from the start, didn't you?" Harvey panted, his voice thick with desire as he took in her naked form.

Donna was a vision of perfection: her full, firm breasts, her flat belly with the subtle curve of her hip bones, her slender legs, and the imagined roundness of her ass. A fucking work of art, and she was all his.

Without warning, Donna dropped to her knees in front of him. He instinctively spread his legs wider, to ensure she had enough space to fit, and she fit perfectly. As if she had always belonged there. On her knees. Between his legs. Completely naked.

And the fact that he was still fully dressed added an even more exciting perspective of dominance for Harvey.

"You're going to make me come without touching me if you keep this up," he breathed.

Donna merely smiled but didn't say anything. She moved closer and started rubbing her face against his cock like a kitten through the fabric and it was the hottest picture he had ever seen.

"Donna," Harvey groaned.

She looked up at him with an expression of innocent longing and he swore that look would kill him one day. He finally lowered his pants just enough to free his cock and took it in his hand. Donna's gaze fixed on it, her lips parting in anticipation.

"You want it?" he asked, stroking himself in front of her. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock.

He brought it closer, brushing his glans against her lips several times. Donna did nothing to take it into her mouth but seemed satisfied by his actions.

Tilting her head to the side, she rested her face on his thigh and waited patiently. Harvey ran a hand through her hair, guiding his cock closer.

"Open your mouth," he commanded softly.

And he was sure she had never responded to an order so quickly. She took as much as she could into her mouth without triggering her gag reflex, and they stayed like that for a moment. Donna, still resting on his thigh, keeping his cock warm and wet, looking up at him with pure eyes that contrasted entirely with her actions. He'd understood what she wanted as soon as she started undressing. Not to be in control. At all. And he was more than ready to accede to her request. She began to move, slowly at first, then increasing her speed. She took the base of his cock with her hand and started to move back and forth.

"You're doing so well, baby. Such a good girl," Harvey praised, his voice full of admiration.

Donna's moan at the praise sent vibrations through his cock. He tightened his grip on her hair, lifting his hips to match her movements.

"So good," he growled, fucking her mouth. "You make me so proud, baby."

Donna looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. Harvey stroked her cheek, slowing his pace. "You like that, right? The praise? You deserve it so much."

He tugged gently on her hair, pulling her back to release his cock. Donna's voice was filled with frustration. "Harveyyy," she complained, clearly unsatisfied that he was no longer in her mouth.

The lawyer grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip and tasting himself in the process.

He finally stood up and guided Donna onto the couch, positioning her on her knees with her elbows resting on the backrest. He slapped her ass, and she arched her back instinctively, her body desperate to get closer to him. The sight of her glistening entrance, dripping with wetness, made his breath catch.

He slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a moan from her. "You're so wet for me, baby," he murmured, continuing to prepare her with kisses along her spine.

"Harvey, please," Donna gasped with desperation.

"Please what?" he asked innocently, still fingering her.

"Fuck me. Please," she begged, almost in tears with need.

Harvey decided to stop teasing, sensing she was on the edge. "Spread your legs," he instructed, his hand caressing her ass.

He pushed his cock into her with ease, and began to thrust slowly and deeply. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into her, hitting the bottom of her vagina almost brutally.

Donna's moans grew more urgent with each thrust, and Harvey knew that her pleasure would push him to climax sooner than he wanted. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming.

He slapped her ass again. "So, what do you say?"

"Thank you," Donna's voice trembled with pleasure, her gratitude evident.

"Good girl."

Harvey increased his pace, pounding into her with relentless fervor. Donna's cries of pleasure filled the room as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up against his chest. He slid a hand around her neck, holding her gently but firmly, feeling her pulse beneath his fingers. His other hand found her clit, stimulating it with the same frantic pace as his thrusts.

"Harvey, I'm gonna—"

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Come for me, baby."

That was all Donna needed. She writhed in pleasure, her body convulsing around him as waves of orgasm swept over her. Harvey felt her tightness and the rhythmic contractions of her pussy sent him over the edge. He came, his release spilling into her as they both trembled with the intensity of their shared climax.

The room was filled with their heavy breathing, and Harvey instinctively removed his hand from Donna's neck, allowing her to collapse forward, momentarily unbalanced. He caught her just in time, pulling her gently into his lap as he sank back onto the couch.

"Okay, I got you, come here," he murmured, holding her close. Donna nestled against him, her body still vibrating. Harvey's arms enveloped her, his hands tenderly caressing her skin.

As he held her, he took in every detail of Donna's face. She was still floating in a post-orgasm state, her eyes half-open, and an unconscious smile on her face. She looked vulnerable, almost fragile, and he didn't know what he had done to deserve the right to see her like this. The mighty Donna Paulsen with no walls. He was the luckiest bastard in the universe. Being able to see her like this was the greatest fucking honor she could give him, and it was perhaps even better than the sex.

Minutes ticked by in comfortable silence. Finally, Donna's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Harvey with a sleepy, contented gaze.

"Welcome back to the living," he joked, his voice gentle and filled with affection.

She didn't respond immediately but returned his smile, her arms tightening around him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay. I'm blissfully happy," she said in a soft whisper. She paused, then added, "It feels good to not…"

"Control anything?" Harvey offered, his tone understanding.

Donna hummed in agreement, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. "I love you."

"I love you more," Harvey replied with emotion.

They stayed in their embrace, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, knowing that this rare and beautiful connection was as real and lasting as the love they shared.