inspired by an edit from the incredible thedarvey on twitter

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She's been on the phone for the whole goddamn ride home.

He had a really crappy day and while all he wanted was to be alone with her, she was engrossed in discussing each and every detail of some press release he couldn't care any less about if he tried.

Every now and then, she would flash him an apologetic smile, resting her hand on his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze, but it wasn't enough for his liking.

Now, they are in her living room, and for god's sake, she still didn't hang up.

Impatience seethes within him as he tosses his jacket over the back of her couch and rolls his eyes. He's been yearning for her all day; the memories of last night still lingering vividly in the very front of his very male brain … because man, the things this woman could do with her tongue, her fingertips, her legs … all at the same time! It's the thoughts that kept him sane during straining hours spent in court and even more straining meetings with clients he was out for all afternoon.

He's been wanting her all freaking day and by now, his need for her has become nothing less than desperate. The need for her to end this fucking call and turn her full attention to him and him only.

He knows that his thoughts aren't exactly noble or fair. He understands the importance of her work and highly appreciates it. And it's not even just his cock doing the thinking here. It is a deep longing to be close to her, let his guards down and bask in the love she so effortlessly wraps him in while bathing her in his own. He's never been the touchy-feely guy, but with her, everything changed for the better. And it's the simple things he graves the most these days - not merely physical intimacy but genuine connection.

So it's not just a carnal need he is looking to fulfill right now, but it's definitely the one coming out on top.

After days like these, with frustrating trials, clients in trouble and heated arguments with opposing counsels, basically all he wants to do is fuck them both senseless and then curl up on the couch together. Order pizza, empty a bottle of wine, chat about this and that. He would make her laugh that cute, tipsy giggle with his silly jokes until they eventually drifted off to sleep, with their bodies entwined.

Yeah, he really needs her to put that goddamn phone down now.

Turning around with a pout, he searches for her gaze in the mirror, but she's so busy making her point clear once again that she misses the plea in his big brown eyes.

Determined to take action and claim what he knows they both desire equally, he steps closer until he stands right behind her.

He loves witnessing her work, he really does. Her dedication, wit and charm, and her uncompromising attitude when it comes to the firm's and its employee's interests. It blows his mind every single day. It's beyond impressive. And sexy as hell.

But they agreed not to let work intrude on their personal lives, and so he needs to put this to a soft but definite end.

Absent-mindedly, he lets his knuckles graze along the zipper at the back of her dress, tracing a slow path from top to bottom, his touch barely recognizable. He repeats the motion several times, gradually applying more insistence with each downward stroke, before brushing aside the hair from her shoulder with his other hand. Leaning in slightly, he buries his nose against her temple and inhales deeply, the intoxicating scent of her filling his senses.

For a moment, he simply stays there, feeling how she melts into his touch as she becomes less responsive to the person on the other end of the line, the craning of her neck a silent invitation for his eager mouth.

God, how much he loves having this immediate effect on her.

As his lips eventually find her throat and then her shoulder, she skillfully and naturally brings the call to an end and sighs deeply as she puts her cell down. Fi-na-lly.

„I'm sorry, hon. This wasn't meant to take that long."

Harvey just hums lowly in return, his every nerve ending focused on taking her in and making her feel good.

„The nights are for us, remember?" he adds with a raspy voice, his tone demanding yet tender.

„I'm all yours now," Donna arches her back to emphasize her point, her ass brushing his front.

His dick twitches heavily on that.

Their gazes lock in the mirror then, his eyes dark as midnight, hers glistening with anticipation.

She can't help but close them in relish though as he rubs his semi-hard-on against her, his large palms gripping her waist with more force. He finds the zipper of her dress and pulls it down entirely, gently peeling it off her slender frame.

Leaning back, he admires her body, gently caressing her backside before carefully unhooking her bra. Her breasts bounce softly with the release of support, and Harvey watches in awe as her nipples instantly harden.

Wetting his fingers with a flick of his tongue, he begins to play with her peaks, causing her head to fall on his shoulder with a muffled moan against his skin.

"Harvey," she whimpers impatiently as his hand slips into her panties, and he growls at the sensation of her wetness.

Driven by her neediness, Harvey hastily removes his tie and shirt before yanking down his pants. He eagerly wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, giving it a row of firm strokes. He closes the distance between them once more, their bodies now only inches apart.

He fills her completely with one smooth thrust and immediately begins to fuck her against the drawer, their eyes glued together.

It's hard and fast, filled with urgency, but they both needed this. It's no wonder they're loud and messy,

their pent-up tension unloading with all its might. Lost in the moment, and too far gone after only a couple minutes, Harvey closes his eyes, pressing his face into the warmth of her neck.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking close already," he grunts through gritted teeth, torn between the desire to slow down and the overwhelming urge to surrender completely.

"Don't stop," Donna whines, pushing her ass back more to spur him on. "Please Harvey, I need this. You can return the favor later."

"You sure?"

"Fill me, please!"

Seconds later, he does. Pounding into her vigorously in a last attempt to take her with him after all, he comes deep inside her, thrusting shallowly until he's fully spent.

He does return the favor later that night, giving her two mind-blowing orgasms of her own, before they do snuggle up under the blankets together. Just like he's been dreaming of all day.