Thank you for your kinds reviews ! :).When Donna finally came out of her meeting on Friday, late in the morning, she had only one desire: to go home and pack her suitcase. Ever the organized person, she already knew which outfits to take, matched with the right shoes, and she wouldn't forget her swimsuit because Harvey had mentioned that Marcus had a pool.
Her flight was in a few hours, so she wasn't in a hurry, but it was better not to dawdle either. She had made Harvey believe she would only arrive on Saturday morning to surprise him on Friday evening, and Marcus had been completely on board when he'd been let in on the plan. Harvey hadn't told him everything, but he knew his brother had been going through a rough patch, and this weekend with family and Donna was the perfect way to recharge.
As she stepped out of the conference room and made her way to her office, Donna's mind was already ticking off tasks. She would check her emails one last time before leaving, ensuring everything was in order. But as she entered her office, she noticed Leslie, Harvey's secretary, standing just inside the doorway with a worried expression.
"Leslie, what can I do for you?" Donna asked, her sharp instincts picking up on the younger woman's unease.
Leslie was a charming young woman, new to the firm but already proving herself. Donna had seen something in her from the start, a mix of loyalty and dedication that Harvey desperately needed, even if he hadn't recognized it at first. With time, she'd gain the confidence that would make her an even greater asset.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Paulsen—"
"Leslie," the COO reprimanded. "I've told you to call me Donna."
"Donna," she corrected herself. "A woman entered Harvey's office even though I told her she wasn't allowed to and that he wasn't at the office anyway, but she refuses to leave," the young woman explained, clearly upset at having to interrupt her boss. "Should I call security?"
Donna's eyes narrowed slightly. "Let me guess: Blonde, short, and a British accent?"
Leslie nodded, looking more nervous. "You know her?"
"Unfortunately," Donna sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. "You didn't tell her where Harvey is, did you?"
Leslie shook her head quickly. "No, of course not."
"Good, I'll handle it."
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This day had been going so well, and Donna was not about to let Paula ruin it. When the red-head entered, Paula was standing with her back to her, looking out at the view from the large windows. There was a nervous energy about her, a tension that Donna recognized immediately. But what struck her most was Paula's outfit.—and she couldn't help but judge it.
My God, did that dress even have the right to be sold? Her own mother wouldn't wear that. A dress so ill-fitting and unflattering that she couldn't help but wonder how someone like Paula could have ever caught Harvey's eye. She was the antithesis of Harvey's usual type: blonde, insecure, and with no sense of fashion.
"You've got some nerve showing up here," Her voice cut through the silence like a knife as she approached, her posture rigid and unyielding.
The blonde woman turned around, startled at her words, clearly not expecting to see her. "Donna."
"You look surprised to see me," She said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "You do know I work here, don't you?" She crossed her arms, her eyes boring into Paula.
"Of course, I… Um… I'm here to see Harvey," Paula stammered, her composure faltering under Donna's piercing gaze.
"You have no right to see Harvey," She replied, her voice icy.
"Donna, this is none of your business," Paula snapped, trying to muster some semblance of authority.
"Oh, believe me, it's absolutely my business—far more than you think." Donna's calm demeanor began to crack, her voice rising with restrained anger. "I'm the one who took him to the hospital, who worried about him, who helped him get back on his feet. I assure you, it's completely my business when I tell you that you have no right to be here."
"I just want to talk to him. Things between us ended abruptly and—"
Donna didn't plan what happened next. It was a reaction born from months of pent-up frustration and anger. Her hand flew up before she could stop it, and the sharp sound of the slap echoed through the office. Paula stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock, one hand flying to her cheek.
The redhead stood there, breathing heavily, her hand tingling from the impact. She hadn't meant to hit Paula, but now that it was done, she couldn't deny the deep satisfaction that coursed through her. It was everything she had imagined it would be.
Paula's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at Donna with a mix of disbelief and fear. Donna didn't waver; she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a cold, dangerous whisper. "I'm going to say this once, so listen carefully. People might think that Harvey doesn't care about anyone, but he cares a lot—too much, even. And for that, you're lucky. Because it's precisely because he cared about you that he refused to press charges. And believe me, everyone tried to convince him otherwise. But don't push your luck by showing up here and demanding to see him."
Paula's mouth opened to protest, but she cut her off. "The only person who didn't try to convince him is me, and trust me when I say I can convince him of anything. So here's what you're going to do: You're going to forget about Harvey. Forget where he works, where he lives. Forget his phone number. Don't contact him, don't try to see him, don't even dare to think about him. Or I swear, you'll have the most talented lawyers in Manhattan on your case."
"What judge would believe that a rich, six-foot man was the victim of a woman?" Paula spat back, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and fear.
"Any judge who listens to the recording he made without your knowledge when you confessed to drugging and raping him." It was a bluff, but Donna needed Paula to believe every word.
"That wasn't rape," She gasped, her face pale.
"Don't pretend to be dumber than you are, Paula," She snapped, her patience wearing thin. "I'm pretty sure you know that when someone says no and the other person ignores that no, it's assault."
Paula's eyes flashed with anger. "I know this is beyond you, Donna, because you think you're the only one who affects Harvey, but that's not the case," She said, her voice shaking despite the bravado. "He was harder than ever."
Donna's stomach turned at her words, the bile rising in her throat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Oh my God, you really are stupid, aren't you? As a therapist, have you never heard of the body's survival instinct? Have you never heard of women mortified by being wet during a rape?!" Donna's voice rose in disgust. "Judging by the look on your face, I see you didn't get the memo, so let me give you a lesson on consent: just because the body reacts doesn't mean it wants it. The brain knows an assault is about to happen and protects the body as much as it can. Just because a woman gets wet doesn't mean she wants to have sex. It's the same for men and erections. And if you don't know that, you should really change careers."
Paula looked like she had been slapped again, her face twisted in disbelief. "I don't believe you. There's no recording."
The COO shook her head, exhaustion settling in her bones. "I don't care if you believe me or not, Paula. I'm just exposing the facts. If you want to tempt the Devil, be my guest. But I can assure you of one thing: you don't want to play with me."
Without waiting for Paula's response, Donna strode to the door and yanked it open. "Out. Now," she ordered, her voice cold and unyielding.
Paula hesitated, looking at Donna as if weighing her options, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her. She slowly walked toward the door, her head held high, but Donna could see the cracks in her facade.
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As Paula walked down the hallway, she turned back to look at Donna one last time. "He chose me, you know," She said, her voice lacking conviction.
Donna stared at her, unsure of what Paula was trying to say. "What?"
"He chose me," Paula repeated, but this time, her voice was even weaker. "At least, at the beginning."
She could have spent hours telling her how wrong she was. That it had never been Paula, even when she thought it was. It had always been Donna—since the DA's office, and it would always be Donna. In any world, in any universe. But at that moment, all Donna felt was pity for the blonde woman, so naive and blind to the truth that was right in front of her.
"Did he?" Donna responded, raising an eyebrow, her voice dripping with nonchalance.
She didn't wait for Paula to reply. Instead, she walked back into her office and closed the door behind her, signaling that the conversation was over. Once inside, she quickly sent an email to security, instructing them to ban Paula from the building. She was grateful that she had shown up while Harvey was in Boston, but she knew better than to push her luck again.
If Harvey had been hesitant about spending a few days in Boston, he had to admit that it had turned out to be a good idea. The moment he arrived at Marcus's place at 8 a.m., burdened with enough food to feed an army, any lingering doubts evaporated. The adults had predictably complained that he'd gone overboard, and the kids were far more interested in spending time with their uncle than in the mountain of groceries he'd brought along. The morning passed in a blur of laughter, with everyone enjoying the rare moments of family togetherness before Katie had to leave for work.
The day unfolded in a leisurely rhythm, a pace that felt almost foreign to a man like Harvey, whose life usually moved at breakneck speed. The morning was spent shopping with the kids, their tiny hands eagerly pointing out every toy and snack they could spot. Later, the kitchen became a battleground during a homemade pizza session that inevitably led to a flour fight, white powder coating every surface and each participant. The afternoon found them all poolside, where Harvey relished the simple pleasure of being with his family. The stress of the city, of work, of everything, seemed to dissolve in the warmth of the sun and the splash of water.
"Uncle Harvey, throw me!" Haley's voice, filled with innocent excitement, echoed through the yard. Her small arms stretched toward him, the trust in her eyes as clear as the blue water.
Harvey, always one to oblige when it came to his niece and nephew, grinned and grabbed the 8-year-old girl, launching her into the air. Her joyful squeal was music to his ears, followed by a satisfying splash as she hit the water. Nearby, little Josh, just 5 years old, stayed close to Harvey's side, his tiny hands gripping onto him. The floaties around his arms were a clear sign of his cautious nature, his wide eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and fear.
"Don't worry, buddy," Harvey reassured him, gently patting his head. "I've got you."
Marcus had warned Harvey that he'd have to drop by the restaurant to make sure all the deliveries for tonight had arrived, and had left the kids with him. Though he'd never admit it, the lawyer was thrilled to have some time alone with the children. Moments as simple as playing in the water with them had been rare since they were born, partly due to his strained relationship with his mother and partly because his work consumed all his time. But this—making pizzas with them, playing baseball with Josh, being stuck on the couch pretending to be amazed by the show Haley had put on just for him, playing in the water with them—these were the best memories, and God, had he missed this. He couldn't wait to add Donna to all these memories.
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Marcus had just parked his car in the driveway with Donna by his side. He had never met the redhead in person but had spoken to her on the phone several times, and it felt as though they had always known each other. The more he talked to her, the more he knew his brother had made the right choice. Donna was radiant—she made you feel at ease even when there was no need for it, she had a biting sense of humor that contrasted with her boundless empathy, she was quick-minded and engaging, and as if all that wasn't enough, she was stunning.
He had taken advantage of being alone with Donna to try to gather some information about Harvey, who had been vague about his past relationship. She explained to Marcus how toxic the relationship had been and how it had affected Harvey psychologically more than he was willing to admit, though she deliberately avoided mentioning the drugging and Harvey's health issues. Not that it was a secret, but it was too much on to share all at once. She'd done it once with Mike and Rachel and had promised herself never to do it again; it was too overwhelming. Not to mention, Harvey was still Marcus's big brother, and even though they teased each other constantly, she'd known from day one that the youngest worshiped the ground his brother walked on, and it was always hard to realize that even the greatest heroes have weaknesses.
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When Donna and Marcus entered the house, everything was surprisingly quiet, which puzzled the redhead—she hadn't expected this kind of silence with two children around.
"They're probably in the garden. It's at the end, past the kitchen," Marcus indicated. "I'll put your suitcase in Harvey's room and join you."
Without hesitation, Donna walked down the hallway, through the kitchen, and finally arrived on the garden patio, with a view she had dreamed of for years.
Harvey had his back to her, crouching in front of the kids. He had just helped Haley wrap a large towel around her shoulders and was now removing Josh's floaties before putting him in a poncho towel with an integrated hood adorned with bear ears. And, my God, if that wasn't the cutest thing she had ever seen, she didn't know what was.
Donna also took the opportunity to admire her boyfriend in his swim shorts. She could finally say that Harvey was physically himself again. His arms and shoulders were shapely once more, his back had regained its muscle tone, perhaps even more than before, and even though she couldn't see from where she was standing, she knew for sure that his pecs and abs were more prominent than ever. She preferred not to dwell on the lower half of his body, or she might start feeling wet, and she couldn't afford that with white linen pants on.
"Uncle Harvey, when is Donna arriving again?" Haley's voice pulled Donna from her reverie.
"Tomorrow morning," Harvey replied absently as he draped a towel over Josh's small shoulders.
"And she's a redhead, right?" Haley continued, her tone filled with innocent curiosity.
Harvey glanced up, his eyes still focused on wrapping Josh up snugly. "Yes, she's a redhead."
Haley's brow furrowed as if trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle. "Then if she's only coming tomorrow morning, how come there's a red-haired lady in our garden watching us?"
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Harvey froze for a moment, frowning as he turned to follow his niece's gaze. His heart nearly stopped when he saw her.
Donna, in his brother's garden, as if she had always belonged there.
Donna, radiant with her hair glowing like a thousand suns in the sunlight.
Donna, with that dazzling smile that grew even wider when their eyes met.
Donna, dressed all in white, like a fucking angel fallen from heaven.
It took Harvey a moment to start functioning again before he finally stood up and made his way to the redhead with long strides. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply. He knew she could feel his smile through the kiss, impossible to miss given how wide it was. After a long moment of kissing, they heard Marcus in the distance reminding them that there were kids around, to which Harvey responded with a middle finger.
Harvey and Donna left each other's mouths but remained forehead to forehead, enjoying each other's presence.
"What are you doing here so early? I thought your flight wasn't until tomorrow." Harvey asked, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.
"My flight was never tomorrow, Harvey. I just wanted to surprise you." Donna replied, her eyes sparkling.
"Well, surprise accomplished." He turned to his brother, who was watching them from afar. "A delivery at the restaurant, huh?"
"I'm the delivery guy, asshole." Marcus shot back with a grin.
Harvey shook his head at Marcus's comment but didn't bother to reply, focusing instead on Donna.
"I've missed you so much," he sighed in contentment, finally having her by his side.
Donna was about to reply when two small, wet heads approached, curious faces peeking up at them.
"Are you Uncle Harvey's girlfriend everyone's talking about?" Haley, standing beside her brother, was scrutinizing Donna as if trying to memorize every detail.
Donna crouched down, her smile warm and welcoming. "Well, I'm not sure everyone's talking about me, but yes, I'm the girlfriend."
"Yes, everyone's talking about you," Josh insisted, nodding earnestly. "Dad was excited for Uncle Harvey to come with you, Grandma says she can't wait to meet you, and Mom is happy to finally have a… sister-in-law? I think that's the word, but I'm not really sure what it means."
Donna laughed, charmed by the little boy's earnestness. "That's the word, and I'm really happy to meet all of you too."
"Anyway, you're as pretty as Uncle Harvey says," Haley added, her tone matter-of-fact as she took Donna's hand.
Donna laughed at the children's boldness and looked up at Harvey, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Am I?"
"You have no idea," He said softly, his voice full of sincerity as he leaned in to kiss her again.
But before their lips could meet, Donna's eyes caught a glimpse of the faint bruise near Harvey's eye. She pulled back slightly, concern flickering across her face. "Should I dare ask what happened to your eye?"
He shrugged, his expression turning boyish and sheepish all at once. "Long story short, I was in a bar last night, and it didn't end well."
Donna winced, easily imagining what might have happened, but chose not to comment.
"You should see the other guy," He teased like a teenager trying to impress his crush.
Donna shook her head at his immaturity and wrapped her arms around him again, happy to finally feel whole.
The end of the day passed in a blur of warm moments and soft laughter. Katie had returned shortly before dinner and spent much of the evening chatting with Donna, leaving Harvey almost—though he'd never admit it—jealous of the attention the redhead was giving to his sister-in-law. When his mother and Bobby arrived for dinner, Harvey found himself uncharacteristically nervous. He'd introduced Donna to countless people, but this was different—this was his mother. But Donna was the kind of woman people loved effortlessly; even Harvey, who had a habit of keeping others at arm's length, couldn't resist her charm. His mother was no exception.
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Lily welcomed Donna with open arms, embracing her as if she'd always been part of the family. And in many ways, she had been, if you asked Marcus or even Gordon. This was the first time she had seen her eldest son with a woman, and while she had no other relationship of his to compare, she instinctively knew that Donna was different. She saw the way Donna looked at Harvey—whether he was teasing the kids or bantering with Marcus, there was a softness in her gaze, a deep and unwavering love that shone through every glance. And Lily could see it in him too. She could say with absolute certainty that her son would move heaven and earth for this woman.
They spent the evening on the terrace, the warm night air wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. After dinner, Katie excused herself to put the kids to bed, and Marcus offered everyone one last drink before calling it a night.
"Hey, Harvey, I got a great bottle of scotch from the restaurant. Want to try it?" Marcus asked as he headed into the kitchen.
Harvey, still lounging outside with Donna while Bobby chatted a few feet away, shrugged with a casual grin. "I never say no to scotch."
But the moment Marcus brought the glass out, a shift rippled through the air. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but Lily, who was clearing the table, noticed it instantly. Harvey's easygoing demeanor faltered.
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Marcus, oblivious to the undercurrents, handed him the glass with a grin. "Here you go."
Harvey stared at the amber liquid, his throat working as he swallowed hard. What should have been a simple gesture—accepting a drink from his brother—was suddenly anything but. The scotch in the glass transported him back weeks ago, and the memories crashed over him with brutal force.
The scotch. The drug. The blackout. The gut-wrenching nausea. The sex. Paula.
The past slammed into him with the force of a freight train, every terrible memory from that toxic relationship hitting him square in the chest. In an instant, he was no longer on the terrace with his family. He was back in his condo, trapped in a nightmarish haze with Paula, the woman who had drugged him and left him with more scars than he cared to admit. And worst of all, Donna wasn't there. He had been alone, drowning in the aftermath, desperately sad and utterly lost.
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The second Marcus handed him the glass, Donna knew it wouldn't go well for Harvey. She had noticed him only drinking bottled beers at restaurants, watching Mike with obsessive intensity when he poured a drink, refusing to drink unless he had seen the person serve it. Every little detail reminded her that everything wasn't settled and that toxic relationship left indelible scars, no matter how much the victim claimed to be fine.
Donna saw Lily stop at the sight of her frozen son, and Marcus was slowly beginning to wonder what was wrong with his brother.
"Thank you, Marcus," Donna smiled, taking the glass and placing it in front of Harvey. She saw him follow the glass with his eyes, holding his breath, but he didn't seem to realize that all eyes were now on him, as if he were a ticking bomb.
She touched Harvey's arm, and his gaze immediately shifted to her hand, then to her eyes, finally bringing him back to reality. And the look he gave her—she could have killed Paula on the spot for that wounded and slightly vulnerable expression on his face.
"Harvey, it's going to be okay," she reassured him.
"Donna…" He sighed, but he didn't know what else to say. At that precise moment, it felt like the memories were an overwhelming wave ready to swallow him whole. But God bless Donna Paulsen, Harvey had never needed to speak for her to know what was going on in his head.
"Everything will be fine," she whispered close to his ear, trying to soothe him as she gently caressed his hand. "He's your brother, and I know you know there won't be any problems with this glass, just as I know you can do this, Harvey. Everyone's here, I'm right here. Nothing's going to happen to you."
Harvey looked at Donna for a long time, scrutinizing her face, as if to make sure she wasn't hiding anything from him. Rationally, he knew that glass only contained scotch—it was his brother, there was nothing to fear. But anxieties were irrational; they consumed you from the inside, devouring everything in their path until you were nothing but a shadow of yourself. And then, there was Donna. She was the light, sparkling and dazzling. His compass, always and forever. The only voice he had ever truly listened to.
He clenched his jaw frantically, almost like a tic, to muster up some courage. He grabbed the glass and took a large gulp, without thinking too much, for fear that he might never do it.
Once he set the glass down, Donna continued. "See? Everything's fine, just like I promised."
Harvey was about to respond when a window above them opened, and Katie's voice called out : "Harvey, the kids are asking for you to read them a bedtime story."
"Coming," he called back, then turned to Donna, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Duty calls."
"Go ahead," Donna replied with a warm smile, trying to ease the tension still lingering in his shoulders. "Pinkalicious won't wait."
He stood, leaning down to kiss her softly. "I love you," he murmured against her lips before straightening up and turning to his brother, deliberately ignoring the concerned looks. "Not bad, but not worth the 18."
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"Sorry I'm not rich, asshole," Marcus joked, as if nothing had happened. He had already figured out that confronting his brother directly wouldn't help when he could just talk to Donna.
The table was silent for a moment until they heard Harvey reach upstairs.
"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Marcus burst out, his voice echoing.
Lily shot him a sharp look. "Marcus," she chided, her tone both scolding and weary.
"Don't tell me you don't want to know," He retorted, the urgency in his voice tinged with frustration.
Lily's gaze softened, though her eyes remained stern. "I didn't say that. Just that you don't need to use that tone."
"It's okay, Lily," Donna interjected, her voice steady but laced with an underlying tremor. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words pressing against her chest. There was never an easy way to deliver news like this, and once again, she found herself standing in the uncomfortable role of bearer of bad tidings to the Specter family.
"The woman Harvey was seeing, we… We found out that she had a habit of slipping something into his drink," she admitted quietly, unsure of how the news would be received.
"Say that again," Harvey's mother said, her eyes wide, as Marcus was too shocked to say anything.
Though Lily and Harvey had had their issues for years, a mother would always be a mother, Donna thought, and it's never good when a she-wolf realizes one of her pups has been attacked.
"What kind of thing?" Marcus asked, having regained his composure.
"Drugs. Enough to make him forget what happened after."
Her statement was followed by a dead silence as everyone tried to process the information in their own way. Donna could imagine what was going through their minds—it was the same thing that had gone through hers weeks ago.
The silence was broken by Katie, who joined them, unaware of what Donna had just revealed.
"The kids are asleep, but Harvey looked tired, so he went to bed," she announced.
Typical Harvey, Donna thought with a pang of sadness. He would retreat to his sanctuary, preferring solitude over facing the weight of the revelation or the worry etched on his family's faces.
"Thank you, Katie," Donna said, her voice wavering slightly as she fought to maintain her composure. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if leaving them alone with their thoughts was the right choice. "I'll…"
Lily's gaze softened, and she gave Donna a small, reassuring smile. "Go join him. We'll see you tomorrow. Tell Harvey goodnight for us."
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Donna nodded and headed upstairs, relieved that she wouldn't have to leave Harvey alone for too long. When she entered the bedroom, she heard the water running in their adjoining bathroom. She quickly undressed to join Harvey in the spacious walk-in shower, thinking that after a day full of emotions, a shower would do her good before slipping into bed.
Harvey had his back to her when she arrived, and she took a moment to observe him without making her presence known. His neck and the little hairs she enjoyed to caress, his broad shoulders where she liked to rest, his muscular back against which she loved to snuggle, his firm buttocks that she now had the liberty to touch whenever she wanted.
She quietly stepped into the shower and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her face against his shoulder blades. She felt him tense for a second, surprised by the unexpected touch, then immediately relax when he recognized Donna. They stayed in that position for a moment under the spray of water, simply enjoying each other's company. When two people are as connected as they were, words become unnecessary, even superficial.
Eventually, Harvey turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with an intense longing. Without hesitation, he drew her into a deep, fervent kiss, his hands sliding possessively over the redhead's ass. Donna broke the kiss, tilting her head back under the water for a moment before focusing on Harvey again. And there it was, that look. Those damn eyes that could make her do anything, from climbing Everest to get on her fucking knees.
"I'm proud of you," She murmured, her fingers threading through his wet hair,
"I couldn't have done it without you," Harvey admitted, his tone tinged with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability, almost ashamed of how much he relied on her strength.
"It's still a big step." Donna acknowledged, her eyes softening as she gazed at him, understanding the weight of his struggles.
Harvey's lips found hers again, and Donna knew he was signaling that he didn't want to discuss it further—not right now. "I missed you so much," he said between kisses, his voice a husky murmur.
He began kissing along her jaw, trailing down to her neck where he lingered, his kisses growing more urgent. His hands pulled her even closer, ensuring she felt his growing arousal as his kisses became more insistent.
Donna reached down, taking his length in her hand and using it to tease her clitoris, causing her to moan and making him grunt into her neck.
"Harvey," she moaned against him, her voice filled with longing. "It's been too long, please."
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If Harvey didn't want her as badly as she wanted him, he might have laughed at her comment—"too long" when it had only been two days. But having been forced to be deprived of her touch as well, he couldn't wait any longer to be inside her. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her, the water still cascading over them. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he gently pressed her against the shower wall.
He saw her gasp as he felt his cock against her entrance and took the opportunity to kiss her hungrily, his tongue meeting hers, which she welcomed, as he sank into her.
"Oh my God, Harvey," she moaned, clinging even tighter to his neck, her breath hot against his neck.
"Did you miss it ?"
"More than you could ever imagine," Donna breathed, grateful to finally feel complete.
Harvey began to move slowly, giving Donna time to adjust to the intrusion. But once he felt her relax completely, he picked up the pace, thrusting more vigorously. And God, they could never get enough of this feeling. It was as if their souls had been waiting a lifetime for their hearts and bodies to finally unite. The harder he pounded, the more Donna's moans echoed through the bathroom, camouflaged by the sound of water still trickling over them.
"How does it feel?" Harvey asked, his voice low and urgent.
Donna gasped at the question but didn't answer, too lost in pleasure to remember how to form a sentence.
"Come on baby, use your words."
She gasped again, her mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response. "It feels like your dick is the only thing my body was missing to be complete. Fuck," she managed, her voice breaking as he pressed deeper. "You're… big. So fucking big."
"Well, thank you for pointing out the obvious, but I'll take the compliment anyway," Harvey teased, full of condescension.
He quickened his strokes, and Donna dug her nails into his neck in response, her body tensing more and more. They both knew they wouldn't last long—nearly two days without touching each other was torture for the young couple.
He pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes locking with intense desire. The way they looked at each other was almost primal, as if making love was a figment of their imagination and they needed to ground themselves in reality.
Harvey kissed her again before ordering, "Touch yourself for me, baby."
Donna didn't need to be told twice. She slid one of her hands down to her clit, instantly increasing her moans. It was intoxicating to watch her touch herself, as if her hand and his cock were working together to give Donna as much pleasure as possible. And what a team they made.
"That's it, baby, you're so beautiful when you do that." Harvey encouraged, his voice husky with admiration.
"Harvey, harder. Please, harder," Donna begged, her voice trembling with need.
She was close, and he was just waiting for her signal to bring them both to release. Feeling her tense more and more, he quickened his pace. He pressed his mouth against hers again, trying in vain to muffle her increasingly loud moans, and finally reached nirvana as he felt Donna shudder with her own orgasm.
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"That was… that was something," Donna panted, trying to catch her breath.
He was still inside her and made no move to pull away, enjoying the feeling of being still one with her.
Donna let him catch his breath and rested her head on his shoulder, taking a moment to recover herself. She caught a glimpse of their reflection in the bathroom mirror and couldn't help but admire their bodies.
Harvey still had his head buried in the crook of her neck, holding her up as if she weighed nothing, and the sight filled her with more joy than she could have imagined. It represented so much more than just a man holding his woman after sex. It represented good health, weeks of rebuilding after a shitty relationship, and a self-esteem that was slowly starting to rise again. Like the most majestic phoenix, Harvey was rising from the ashes, and she was the primary witness to it.
Harvey finally lifted his head, feeling her smile against his skin. "What's making you so smiley?"
"Us," she breathed, her gaze fixed on their mirrored selves.
Harvey followed her eyes, looking at her through the reflection. "What are you thinking?"
"You're holding me," she said softly, turning to face him.
"You're not exactly heavy," he replied with a gentle chuckle.
"Yes, but you couldn't do this a few weeks ago," she said, her voice tinged with emotion. "Seeing you hold me like I weigh nothing makes me realize that you're okay. You're you again. Even if everything isn't settled up here," she said, pointing to his head, "I know you're going to be okay."
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The love Donna had for him overwhelmed him every time. He knew now that she loved him fully, without limits, but hearing her speak to him like this, was something he had never experienced with any other woman. It was everything he had always been lacking, and it had been right in front of him for the past 12 years.
"I'll hold you forever," he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers. "Even when we're old and I have arthritis, I'll still hold you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," Donna joked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and playfulness as she imagined their future together.