Prompt #47 by Alli7791: "Smut prompt. Author can determine if pre or post canon Darvey. Well known lingerie brand (repped by Harvey) needs a last minute model to step in for their annual Xmas show. Donna is asked to model on the runway - themes of insecurity, jealousy, body positivity - and smut."

"Donna, cancel my five o'clock. I suddenly have plans," Harvey said through his office phone.

No reply.

Frustrated now. Harvey looked up to see his client chit-chatting with Donna at her desk. He readied himself to march outside his office and break up his secretary and his client's conversation when the man beat him to it and left Donna's desk. Harvey sucked in air, then slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself. What did it matter to him that his new client—who happened to be the COO of Fleur Du Mal—was in a conversation with Donna? It wasn't jealousy; it was irritation. Because Donna should have been working, not talking. "Yep, that's what it was—nothing more," he muttered under his breath.

Harvey adjusted his tie. Trying to wane off his sudden sour mood. He tapped a pen on his desk, eyeing his secretary through the glass walls of his office. She was busy working now. "Oh, now she's working," he grumbled. He pressed the button on his phone. "Donna!" He snapped. His voice sounded a little bit more agitated than he would have liked. "Can you come here?"

Seconds later. A bright-eyed Donna entered his office, prompting him to adjust his attitude and tie once more. He managed to regain his composure before speaking this time. "Donna."

"Harvey," she quipped back. One hand resting on her hip. "Before you go any further, I already canceled your plans. And I moved your lunch date up, then changed your 2:00 to a phone call."

An accomplished grin plastered across Donna's face as she finished. Harvey stood and opened his arms. "See, that's why you're the best secretary in NY. You anticipate my needs."

"One more thing."

"What is it?"

"I'm leaving early."

"What? Why?" He asked, his voice gruffer than he realized.

There was a look of indifference on her face as she answered him back. "I've got somewhere I need to be."

Biting back annoyance. He continued to probe her. "Where?"

"Thats for me to know, and you to find out."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll know soon enough. Bye, Harvey."

"I didn't approve this. You can't just leave me." He rounded the corner of his desk. Hands at his side in fists of frustration. This woman really got under his skin. Drove him nuts in every way possible.

Donna snapped back. "You did. And I can."

She turned on her heels and before Harvey could argue with her, she was out of his office—her gorgeous hips swaying and her red hair flying were the last things Harvey saw as she left him standing in his office, dumbfounded.

XXX

"I feel silly," Donna sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Black fishnet tights encapsulated her long legs and hips, while the rest of her was barely covered by a black and green, rhinestone-encrusted corset-style bodysuit. Her hair was full—loose curls of flaming red surrounded her face—like a lion's mane—a sexy lion's mane, that is.

Rachel frowned and shook her head. "Donna, don't! You look hot," she told her as she handed her a pair of crystal, suede, 4-inch Christian Louboutin "Here. These have your name on them. Literally, they had your name attached to them. The show manager handed them to me to give you."

Donna whistled. "Wow... these are gorgeous. How much do you think these babies cost?" She asked Rachel as she bent over and slid the heels on.

"Let me check," Rachel said, pulling her phone out. She typed on the screen and a minute later she found what she was looking for. "Holy Fuck! Thirty-five hundred dollars."

A voice boomed. "Places everyone!"

"I'm so nervous, Rach."

"Don't be. Just do your Donna walk, and you'll be amazing. I'll be right up front."

"Aww, you are my favorite person. "Now go sit," she gestured to her friend with a nod, gathering all her courage as she prepared to walk a runway in front of hundreds of people, half-naked.

What would her mother say?

She'd say, Donna Paulsen, you get out there and strut your stuff! Donna giggled to herself at the thought of her mother being in the audience. She really would be proud of her. She made a mental note to make sure to call her when she got home

"Red, you're here!" the stage manager yelled, pulling her from her positive self-talk. However, Rachel grabbed Donna's hand before she could take her place. "Oh, hey. I should have remembered. Did you tell Harvey you were in the show?"

"Nope," Donna said and her cheeks reddened at the mention of her very sexy but very grumpy boss.

Rachel crossed her arms at her chest. "Do you think you should have?"

"Nope."

"This is going to be fun to watch," Rachel said on her way toward the front. "Do I tell you to break a leg?"

Donna laughed. "Silly girl. No… at least I don't think so."

The friends hugged and said their goodbyes, then Donna stepped into her place in line.

XXX

Harvey took his spot in the front row, and when he saw Rachel making her way over, he waved her down.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" He was somewhat confused as to why she would be at the show—then he cringed at the sudden thought that maybe she was shopping for herself. Rachel smiled and opened her mouth but Harvey—suddenly fearing the answer—waved his hand. "Never mind," he grumbled. The lights dimmed and the music started, prompting Rachel to take the empty seat next to him. There was a nervous smile on her face and Harvey chalked it up to her having to sit next to him.

The first model was a leggy brunette in a bright red bra and thong set. Soon thereafter, a series of models, each unique in size and height, strutted down the runway. Rachel leaned into Harvey. "I heard this designer wanted women of all shapes, sizes and skin color to wear her attire."

Harvey nodded. "Yeah," he leaned into Rachel as his eyes stayed glued to the runway. "She was adamant about it. I think it's great. All women are beauti—" Harvey didn't get to finish his sentence because he lost his breath at what he saw next.

Breathe, Specter.

Rachel sat up. "Wow!"

Harvey shifted. His brain was still trying to make sense of what he saw. And what he saw was Donna. Walking, no—sawying. Hips swaying. Harvey gulped. Her appearance mesmerized him. There wasn't much left to the imagination. Her full breasts were half enclosed and they bounced as her legs moved one in front of the other. Speaking of legs. The four-inch heels she was wearing only made her legs appear longer—as if that were possible. Harvey tugged on his tie. Still not fully convinced he was watching Donna, he turned to Rachel. "What the..."

Rachel smiled, her eyes wide like saucers, as she watched her friend strut down the runway. "I know. She looks stunning." Harvey turned, just in time to see her pass by and when he followed her body with his eyes, he realized he wasn't the only one that was able to see her. And boy could they see her. "Fuck, please tell me that's not a thong!" He had meant for his words to stay in his head and he only realized they hadn't when Rachel responded to him. "It's a thong," she said flatly.

He shook his head. What was she thinking? It took every ounce of self-control he had not to jump on the stage and cover her with his suit jacket. "Wow, she's hot," a male voice said behind him and Harvey turned, giving the guy a look of disdain. The guy was lucky he didn't get a punch in the face, but when the designer walked out on the runway, everyone stood and Harvey knew one thing. He had to get backstage. He had to see her—talk to her and cover her the fuck up!

XXX

Donna crossed her arms in front of her chest. Looking at Harvey, she narrowed her eyes, trying to get a read on his current state of mind. She hesitated before asking him, "Did you like the show?" He didn't answer; he just stared at her with those intense, deep chocolate eyes of his. She had to give it to him; he wasn't distracted by all the other half-naked models walking past them. She didn't even know she would run into him. However, when she finally made her way past the sea of people in the back, there he was. looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Harvey, you look constipated."

Silence.

She sighed. "Okay, where's Rachel?"

Still no answer.

"Harvey. If you aren't going to talk to me, you can just leave!" she pointed to the exit. The weight of his stare suddenly made her feel insecure. But her words seemed to snap him out of whatever silent treatment he was giving her. "You need a robe," he grumbled through gritted teeth. Her mouth fell open. "What… Harvey, you can't be serious."

He quipped back. "I am. Dead serious."

He turned, looking around and when he spotted a white robe laying across a chair nearby, he took it and draped it over her shoulders. Donna stiffened. "Harvey, I can't wear this over my outfit—"

"That's not an outfit. That's, well…" His jaw clenched. "Well, we know what that is."

Donna frowned. "Whatever it is. I can't cover it. The fashion press are here and they want to see the models wearing the designs. I am supposed to walk around and mingle." She took the robe off and set it down on a nearby vanity.

"You're not going anywhere like that. I'm coming with you." He grumbled.

"Harv—"

"It's not up for debate. I'm staying right by you."

She tried to walk past him, but he snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Hard, against soft. Chills traveled up her back and she had to clench her thighs when he leaned into her. His hot breath tickled her neck when he whispered into her ear. "I'm not leaving." Warmth settled between her legs. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead she inhaled a deep breath, taking in Harvey's scent as she did so. She hadn't remembered the last time she'd been this close to him. And she was beginning to think it wasn't anger or indifference she had seen in his eyes; no, it was something akin to jealousy or possessiveness. But something else sat just below the surface of his big, soulful eyes. She'd recognized that look before, seen it in him when he knocked on her door years ago. Desire, lust, and NEED.

"What are you doing, Harvey?" She croaked. They were so close that she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. She felt dizzy and when her legs buckled, his grip tightened around her waist. "Harv—"

"Shhh. Don't." He told her. Then, without any warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hallway that led to a series of small dressing rooms. He picked the last one on the left and pulled her into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Harvey. This is ridiculous; you can't just pull me out of there!" He placed his hands on her hips, his fingers dug into her flesh and she lifted her arms at his touch. His gaze swept over her and if she had felt self-conscious before, she really felt exposed by the way his eyes lingered on her body. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson. A look of relief swept across his face and when he spoke next, his eyes pierced her soul. "You can't look like this, Donna. I can't stand it."

Anger bubbled up inside her. "Well, I'm sorry you disapprove, Harvey Specter! but I'm a grown woman and if you don't like how I look, I—"

"Don't like…" He licked his lips. "Donna, don't you see, I like it too much. That's the problem. I fucking love what I see and so does every asshole out there. God, woman, have you seen your ass?" There was yearning in his voice now. His fingers curled under the delicate material, causing goosebumps against her skin.

"Oh… I see. But you looked so angry." She relaxed her arms and placed her hands gently on his chest, resting them there as she leaned her body closer to his. He was a gravitational pull; she had no business fighting. "I looked angry because I was pissed that you were here, looking like this, and you didn't tell me. Fuck, Donna, can't you see what you do to me?" There was desperation in his eyes now, but the lust and the need were still there. Donna fumbled her words. "I guess… I guess I didn't think, well, what I mean... I don't know what to say."

Harvey's corner lip curled up. "I think that might be a first."

Donna returned a faint smile accompanied by an eyeroll. "What are you saying, Harvey?"

He moved his hips against her waist, pressing his arousal against her inner thigh. "feel that. That's what you do to me." Donna gasped at his hardness. She dropped her head against his shoulder and when his hands found their way to her ass, she moaned. "Har… Harvey…I should go out—" The way his fingers splayed across her exposed backside left her speechless. "Donna. You aren't going back out there. I really don't think I can handle it." His words were like melted butter when he spoke and every cell in her body screamed his name.

She couldn't exactly recall how many times she'd dreamed about this exact moment. Well, maybe not exactly like this—but nonetheless, having Harvey surround her and touch her was almost too much for her to bear. But it was real. Very real. Harvey's shallow breath and roaming hands told her as much.

Donna shifted her stance, pushing against his groin, then slipped her hands under his suit jacket. Tom Ford might have covered his body but she remembered all too well what was under it. Harvey's hand moved up her back and she shivered. "What… What can I do to help you feel better about it?" She asked him.

"Let me take you home. Please, please let me take these clothes off you. Let me lick and touch every part of your naked body. You can't say no woman. Not when you look like this... Not when you remind me every fucking day how much I miss you in my bed."

This time when she looked up, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It was a taste she hadn't remembered but never forgot. His hand moved to her head, fisting her hair for better control. She melted into his kiss and gladly opened her mouth when his tongue grazed her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Needy exhales and inhales filled the small space, but then Harvey pulled away and she whined at the loss of him.

He panted and puffed his chest. "You're not going out there."

She nodded as if her life depended on it. "But your client; what if he drops you... Harv—"

"Shhh, I can handle that. What I can't handle is not having you." He leaned forward, inviting her in for another kiss. What started as pure need seconds ago was now savory. His lips moved up and down her jawline, peppering her with soft kisses. She tilted her head as he dove in, licking and exploring every inch of her—like he needed her. Really needed her.

"Harvey, are you sure you want this?" Please say yes.

He hummed against the sensitive part of her nape. "Yes, I want you." And his lips found hers once more. His kiss caused her knees to buckle but Harvey, sensing her unsteadiness, scooped her up and wedged her between his body and the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck. She never wanted to let go.

Soft against hard.

He moved down her neck once more, only to stop just short of her breasts. His breath tickled her collarbone. "Donna… I want you now. If I go any further, I won't be able to stop. I need to take you home. Not here…" He was panting now and the level of restraint he was showing made her want him all the more. He closed his eyes and his fingers dug into her waist.

"Look at me." Her hands cupped his face. "I need you too, Harvey. I've been waiting years for this. I can wait—"

Harvey cut in. "Forty minutes, if we leave now." She repeated with a nod. "Forty minutes."

He gently set her down and tore off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulder and she slid her arms in the expensive armholes. The scent of Harvey surrounded her. Suddenly worried, she blurted out. "If you change your mind, I'll understand." She really wouldn't; she'd be crushed, but she didn't want him to feel obligated.

Harvey stopped, taking her face in his hands. "The only decision I want to make is whether to fuck you here or take my time and fuck you on my bed." It's happening, and then some—So can we go now?"

Donna nodded and a tiny giggle escaped her lips.

"Don't do that; God, I want to kiss you again. But I need to get us out of here. Let's go." He took her hand and led them out of the dressing room, past the crowd of models, through the stage and out the back door where Ray was waiting with the car.

XXX

Harvey wasn't about to let her out of his sight. He had no intention of letting her go—not now, not ever. As soon as they arrived at his apartment, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He didn't want to waste another minute denying his feelings for her. He wanted her—all of her. He set her down at the foot of the bed, then stepped back and looked her over, from head to toe. "mine."

Donna giggled. "Harvey, you're making me blush."

He moved toward her. "Good. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Take off my jacket. Let me look at you without worrying that anyone else will see you."

She didn't hesitate. "Okay."

When his jacket hit the floor, it took everything in him not to rush and take her hard right then and there—but hard was for later—right now, he wanted to take his time. "Turn around," he instructed her and she did.

He undid his tie and threw it on the floor. "Fuck, baby. Do you know what you do to me?" His hands snaked around her body and when they found her breasts, she leaned back against his chest. His dick ached to be free, but he didn't want to give in. Not yet. He kneaded her soft mounds in his hands; the feel of lace and satin mixed with her ample bosoms caused his mind to explode. Donna gasped as he continued his exploration. "You feel so good."

"Harvey, please. I need you." Her body was shaking.

He growled. "Let's get this off of you, shall we?" She nodded. "The zippers on the side." Harvey took his time, moving her body like she was putty in his hands. He unzipped her lace prison and when it slipped down her body, he fell to his knees behind her.

Startled. "What are you doing?"

"Let me feel you. Don't move," he instructed her in a gruff voice and she did what she was told. He recognized the irony—despite her bringing him to his knees, he still needed control. He smoothed his hands over her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his path. He slid his hands down her waist, removing the fishnet stockings from her legs. Harvey relished in the sight of her. Naked. "Turn around."

"Harvey, I'm..." she gasped.

He kissed her belly button as he drew her closer and the feel of her soft skin on his lips hijacked all his senses. His fingers slid up her inner thigh and when he reached her center, she whined his name. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet! Is this all for me?" He convinced himself he was in heaven. "Ye… Yes. You. All for you." Her hands found his shoulders for stability. Her knees nearly buckled under his touch. How could he have been such a fool? Denying this goddess what she needed for so long.

He swept his fingers between her smooth center. "You take care of yourself, don't you?" He whispered against her hip. She moaned her response. His hand palmed her clit as his fingers teased her opening. She begged him. "Please, Harvey."

"You want me? Because I want you."

She cried out. "Yes… yes. I do!"

"Good. No one else gets to see and feel this sweet pussy."

"No one…" a breathy Donna responded and he smiled against her skin. "You're going to taste so good, aren't you, baby girl?"

As soon as he inserted his fingers into her soft, spongy core, she yelled his name, as if she were already on her way toward an orgasm. Harvey couldn't get enough of her. Her walls contracted around his digits—simotaniously warning and inviting him. "So tight," he grumbled. He continued to worship her naked body, kissing and licking her stomach, her hips, her mons, and her thighs, all the while he fingerfucked her.

"Harvey, I can't stand anymore, please." He ignored her cry's. Instead, he replaced his finger with his mouth and she whispered his name like a prayer. The taste of Donna on his lips made him pre-cum in his thousand-dollar suit pants, but he didn't care. She tasted like a warm summer day—tangy and hot. Donna tugged on his hair, and when she placed her knee on his shoulder, he capitalized on the new angle it afforded him, savoring every morsel of her desire.

Donna's need for more caused her to clumsily smash his face between her thighs. He sensed her desperation and pulled away briefly. Still on his knees, he gently cradled her ass and guided her body down on the bed. He spread her legs wide, reveling in the sight of her swollen center. Her pink folds glistened from her own wetness and he couldn't wait to get his dick inside, but right now he was content with his mouth. "Harvey, please," she said, placing her hand over her forehead and wriggling her hips closer to his face. He smiled and gladly returned to his duty of pleasing her, inserting his tongue into her spongy core, causing her body to squirm as his movements brought her closer and closer to her climax. He was chin deep, opening her up with his own mouth, his fingers sharing space as they tickled and teased her clit.

"Here I come, Harvey! I'm coming; don't…stop!" She yelled, her hands clawing at the sheets. He moaned and groaned against her pussy, sending vibrations of satisfaction straight to her core while her body sucummed to the waves of ecstasy.

"Thats it. That's all mine."

Donna's body went limp from the blissful release he caused her. He couldn't help but feel proud of his accomplishment. But now he wanted all of her; he needed all of her. He stood, and she watched with hooded eyes as he quickly undressed himself. "You know, Donna. When my cock becomes this hard, pain feels an awful lot like pleasure. You're the only one who can make me feel this way." He stole a few pumps before moving to the bed, resting on his knees when he got there. Donna sat up, her gorgeous lips (both sets) swollen from the attention he had given her and her erect nipples signalling she was ready for more.

XXX

Donna couldn't believe the orgasm she just had. Harvey had sent her into another universe with just his mouth and fingers; what could he possibly do with his dick inside her?

She scooted toward him and pulled her body flush to his and the skin-on-skin contact caused her nerve endings to tingle. Pressure was already building between her legs when he grasped her breasts and put them in his mouth. "You taste so good," she heard him say between each suck—giving equal attention to both. She reached for his dick, wrapping her hand around his base. She pumped him several times as he continued to lavish his attention on her body.

"Harvey, I need you inside of me—NOW!" He stopped, smiled that wicked smile and reached behind and lifted her from her ass. In one swift motion, he turned them around so that he sat on the edge of the bed, placing his feet firmly on the floor while she straddled him.

"Show me how bad you want me," he said, and the sound of his voice alone could have made her come a second time. Donna smiled her own knowing smile and she positioned her forearms on his shoulders for support as she lifted her hips. Harvey grasped her waist. "Careful, baby. I'm already on the edge of coming," Honey dripped from his tongue as he spoke to her and it made her want him even more.

She covered his mouth with her own mouth, her tongue wrestling with his as she slowly lowered down, taking every inch of him inside her. She inhaled his kiss as the pleasure of having Harvey inside her went straight to her toes. "So good," she murmered against his lips as tears of pleasure filled her eyes. Slowly she moved her hips up, then back down. Their breath and moans filled the bedroom. She couldn't tell where Harvey started and she ended; they were moving in perfect rhythm. Up and down, each thrust forward against his groin caused her clit to rub against his rough pubic hair, causing exquisite friction.

Harvey praised her. "That's it. That's my girl."

The tension in her body began to build. "I… here I come."

"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey," she repeated, driving harder and faster on top of him. His hands steadied her hips—guiding them perfectly along his shaft. Pressure pricked her center; tingling consumed her and before she could mutter the words, her body shook as she soared past her second climax. This one was stronger and deeper than the first, and it only intensified when, seconds—and several sporadic thrusts—later, Harvey screamed her name, chasing his own blissful ending and emptying every ounce of his hot seed inside her.

Heavy breathing.

Panting.

Dizzy.

He collapsed backward onto the bed and Donna fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his side. Minutes passed before either one of them spoke a word. With just their fingers brushing against each other's sweat-stained skin, she peppered him with gentle kisses on parts of his body she had never imagined she would ever see again. He hugged her tight and intertwined his legs with hers. He kissed her forehead, then his warm breath tickled her ear when he whispered. "Promise me, you'll stay."

"Harvey, I'm not going anywhere."

His body tensed. "You're mine, all mine?"

"Yes, I'm all yours." She felt his body relax and soon after, she closed her eyes. The last thing she remembered was Harvey repeating the words. Mine, all mine.