Suits fic: Happy To See Me (Harvey/Donna, NC-17)
Dear diary, today I was supposed to clean the flat and do laundy. Instead, I wrote 5K of porn. I'd say it was a day well spent.
Title: Happy To See Me
Author: Zinnith
Pairing: Harvey/Donna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General for season 1.
Warnings: Drunk (but enthusiastically consensual) sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Wordcount: ~ 5100
Notes: For resextionist's prompt on the suitsmeme: Donna/Harvey, bad pickup lines.
Unbeta'd. If you find any mistakes, please feel free to tell me.
Summary: He’s already her boss and her best friend and they’ve been through enough together that having sex couldn’t possibly change anything fundamental between them.
There are a multitude of reasons for why Donna doesn’t date much anymore. Some would say that the divorce made her bitter, but they couldn’t be more wrong. The divorce only made her relieved and gave her a completely new sense of freedom. Bitter doesn’t become her. No, the biggest problem is that she seems to have lost her touch when it comes to dating. Maybe she’s out of practice, or maybe there’s just something about her that screams ‘thirty-something divorcee’ and makes the decent guys keep their distance. It’s either that, or she’s somehow turned into an asshole-magnet.
Right now, she’s willing to bet on the second option.
It’s been ninety minutes and two whiskey sours and she’s already accepted that she’s been stood up. She should have left after she finished her first drink and Eric still hadn’t shown, but for some reason she stayed and ordered another and kept checking her phone for messages. She’s glad that she decided to wait at the bar instead of at their table. Right now, she can’t think of anything worse than sitting alone at a table for two and have people stare at her. Here, on the barstool, she can at least pretend that she only meant to come in for a drink or two, with no plans at all for dinner.
Rachel recommended this restaurant and Donna had looked forward to trying it out. It’s a small, intimate place, a little off the beaten track, but it seems to be fairly popular. The patrons are mainly couples and Donna tries very hard not to study them too closely. It’s not that she wants a new relationship right now, but she wouldn’t mind some company. And she really wouldn’t mind getting laid once in a while.
She’s just decided to finish her drink and go home and open up a bottle of wine and have a hot bath when someone walks up behind her and leans against the bar counter.
“So, how does it feel to be the most beautiful woman in this room?”
The voice is warm, a little bit amused and so familiar and Donna doesn’t even have to look to know who it is. She closes her eyes for a second, does her very best to not look like someone who’s been waiting for far too long for a date who never showed up. Then she turns around and plays along, flashing the newcomer a sultry smile.
“That depends on what it gets me,” she says and fishes an ice cube out of her glass.
“How about dinner?” Harvey suggests. He’s leaning against the bar, holding a drink of his own. “Where’s your stock broker?”
Donna puts the icecube between her teeth and bites down with a satisfying crunch. “What stock broker?”
“Oh.” Harvey raises an eyebrow and then shrugs. There’s not a shred of pity in his look, bless him. “Well, his loss, my gain. Any other plans for the evening?”
She thinks about her bathtub and her book and the bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge. All dressed up and nowhere to go except home. That, and she was supposed to have had dinner an hour ago. But still... “I thought you had plans for the evening? What are you doing here?”
“Yes, drinks with Louis and the new client Jessica wants us to bring in.” Harvey makes a face and raises his glass. “I managed to escape. This place serves the best GT in Manhattan and I needed to get the smarmy taste out of my mouth. Why don’t I get us a table?” He’s already waved the bartender over and a couple of bills are changing hands.
Donna can’t hold back a smile. A moment ago, she was fully prepared to go home and spend the rest of the night sulking, but she’s not going to say no to some food right now. Besides, Harvey looks tired. There’s something strained around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He’s wearing the same suit he did earlier in the day, but his tie is nowhere to be seen and the top button of his shirt is undone. He probably wants some friendly company just as much as Donna does.
It doesn’t take more than ten minutes for a waiter to show up and lead them to a table in a corner. Harvey pulls the chair out for her before sitting down himself, and Donna takes the opportunity to enjoy the attention. As far as the waitstaff is concerned, they’re just another couple on a date and she’s not going to disabuse them of the notion. She exchanges a look with Harvey as the waiter lights the candle on their table and hands them their menus, and from the twinkle in his eye, she can tell that he doesn’t mind the charade either.
“Come here often?” Donna asks. If he gets to use cheesy pick up lines, so does she.
Harvey smiles. It’s not his usual charming lawyer smile, but the boyish grin he wears when he’s looking for old baseball cards on eBay. This is the way he smiles when he’s having fun.
“I would come here a lot more often if I’d know there was a chance I’d run into you,” he says, eyes glittering with mirth.
Donna laughs. There are very few people who can make her feel good about herself the way Harvey does. She decides then and there to make the very best of this evening. They rarely get to spend any real quality time together, just the two of them, and this opportunity feels like a gift.
Harvey says that the salmon is excellent, but Donna is starving and if she wants to keep drinking, she should probably have something a little more substantial. She orders a steak instead and Harvey gives her an approving look and does the same. The waiter takes their orders and returns with a bottle of wine, a very nice Argentine Malbec.
“I didn’t know they taught terrible pick up lines at Harvard Law,” Donna says, sipping her wine. It’s excellent, a little spicy with a hint of vanilla.
Harvey leans forward and wiggles his eyebrows. He looks absolutely ridiculous and Donna knows that he’d never let anyone else see him like this.
“I'll show you my briefs if you show me yours,” he quips.
Donna snickers into her glass. She’s beginning to feel comfortably warm and relaxed, the earlier disappointment of the evening washed away by the wine. “I know for a fact that you wear boxers.”
“Do I want to know how you know that?”
“No, you don’t, but it won me a fifty dollar bet.”
“A bet with who?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
“You scare me.”
The waiter picks that exact moment to arrive with their food and Donna is saved from having to unfreeze the smile on her face. She knows Harvey didn’t mean anything by it, but she also knows that she has a reputation for being intimidating and it’s not something she wants to be reminded of tonight. Men don’t like intimidating women. Maybe that’s the real problem with her love life. As soon as someone gets close enough, she scares them away. She doesn’t want to think about that right now, so she tries to put it all out of her mind. She’s not completely successful.
Donna thanks the waiter and digs into her meal. The steak is served with fried mushrooms and perfectly steamed vegetables and tastes wonderful. She’s been eating for a while when she looks up and realises that Harvey hasn’t even picked up his cutlery yet. Instead he’s watching her with a concerned little wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“That’s just what I was going to ask you.” Harvey leans forward a little bit in his seat. “Was it something I said?”
Donna reaches for her glass and drinks some more wine while she blinks rapidly a few times, trying to keep the moisture from her eyes. She doesn’t want to get emotional, not now when she was having such a good time. “No, it’s nothing. I’m just being silly.”
Harvey frowns. “I can think of a lot of words to describe you but silly is not one of them. Come on, you know you can tell me anything.”
That’s true, and Donna swallows a little bit around the sudden lump in her throat. There’s literally no one else she could tell. Everyone she knows is already convinced that she’s the strong, tough Donna, the one who handles everything perfectly and never gets overwhelmed.
“Promise not to laugh,” she says, offering a shaky little smile.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
She looks away and sighs, takes another swallow of wine. “Do you think I scare people away?” she asks, not daring to meet his eyes.
Harvey reaches out over the table and takes her hand. “Is this about the stock broker? He already proved that he’s not worth your time.”
Donna glances at him. She knows that the people who claim that Harvey Specter doesn’t care about anyone but himself couldn’t be more wrong, and that includes Harvey himself, but she’s always liked it when she gets visible proof.
“It’s not just the stock broker,” she says, forcing out a wry laugh.
Harvey squeezes her hand. The playfulness is gone from his voice; now he’s serious. “People should be lining up for a chance to be with you. You’re amazing, Donna, in every way that counts. I hope you know that.”
She smiles and looks down at her plate, embarrassed to be choking up a little. “Flatterer,” she mumbles.
“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d own the universe.”
Donna raises her head and meets his eyes, and now the teasing sparkle is back. “Harvey Specter, are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.”
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to get lucky.”
Harvey winks at her. “How am I doing so far?”
Donna digs up her best flirty smile, lowers her gaze and looks up at him through her eyelashes. “I’ll let you know.”
She gives his hand a little squeeze back, a silent ‘Thank you’, before she lets go and returns to her meal. Harvey pours them more wine and starts to eat his own steak.
He hit on her exactly once when she first started working for him, and he’s never done it again, not with any real intent. It’s not that Donna never thought about it. Harvey is handsome and charming and, if she’s to believe the gossip, very good in bed. He’s already her boss and her best friend and they’ve been through enough together that having sex couldn’t possibly change anything fundamental between them.
Donna shifts on her chair, crosses her legs against the sudden tingle of the thought. She watches him over the rim of her glass, watches his hands, his lips, his throat as he swallows, the moles over his eyebrow that she suddenly wants to touch.
He must have noticed her studying him, because when he looks up, there’s just the slightest narrowing of his eyes. He doesn’t say anything about it, just nods towards her plate.
“How’s your food?”
It’s excellent and she’s almost finished the big steak, but she couldn’t possibly eat another bite right now. “I’m saving some room for dessert. I want something extremely fattening with a lot of chocolate.”
Harvey smiles and waves their waiter over to ask for the dessert menu and another bottle of wine. They’ve already finished the first one, and Donna is getting a little tipsy. She can tell Harvey is too; there’s a slight flush over his cheeks and she knows she shouldn’t find it endearing, but her mind seems to have gotten stuck in the gutter.
Donna orders a fantastic mint chocolate mousse that melts in her mouth. Harvey takes the cheesecake, but instead of eating it, he keeps eyeing her dessert.
“Do you want some?” she asks, holding out her spoon.
Harvey leans forward over the table and lets her feed him some chocolate mousse. There’s something in his eyes that makes Donna want to shift around in her seat, find some way to ease a little tension.
“That’s really good,” Harvey says, licking some mousse off his lips.
“It’s chocolate, of course it’s good.”
“And in such a handy form. I bet there are all kinds of interesting things you could do with that.”
There’s still a friendly teasing lilt to his words, but underneath is a whole different kind of teasing. Donna has a little bit of chocolate mousse on her finger from where she held the spoon out, and something compels her to lick it off her finger, slowly and seductively.
Harvey draws a sharp breath and clears his throat, and then tries to mask his reaction by pouring them more wine. Donna turns her head a little so she can hide her smile behind her hair. It’s fun to make him flustered. She’s also pretty sure she’s going to have to make a decision soon about how far she wants to take this. She wonders how far Harvey wants to take it.
There are a multitude of reasons for why Donna has never slept with Harvey Specter. She knows about all his women better than anyone and she’s never wanted to be one of them. But she also knows about his excellent compartmentalising skills, how it’s perfectly possible for him to have sex with someone one day and treat them with professional courtesy and respect the next.
Of course she loves him. There are very few things she wouldn’t do for Harvey, and she knows for a fact that it goes both ways. But she’s not in love with him, and she can’t see that changing any time soon. She doesn’t want a relationship with Harvey Specter, not that kind.
She’s so deep in thought that she gets a little careless with her dessert and before she knows it, she’s bitten her lower lip. “Ow.”
Harvey looks up. “What?”
“Nothing, I bit my lip.”
“Want me to kiss it better?”
He’s not even smiling now, just looking at her with an exciting heat in his eyes, completely different from the fond warmth he usually displays towards her. There’s a long moment where something passes between them, something with untold potentials. Donna presses her legs together and wishes she could just put a hand down there to relieve a little of the pressure.
Then Harvey pushes his chair back and stands up, holding his hand out. “Do you want to dance?” he asks.
His skin is warm when she touches him and there’s a sparking intensity in the air between them. Harvey leads her to the dance floor. Her nipples are hard and brush against the fabric of her blouse with every step, sending delicious little shivers through her body. There’s music playing, something instrumental and slow, with a lot of strings. When they press up against each other, her hand on his shoulder and his around her waist, she can feel that he’s definitely not unaffected either.
Donna grins to herself and cranes her neck to whisper in his ear, “Is that Black’s Law Dictionary in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
There’s half a moment of startled surprise before Harvey starts laughing, losing the rhythm of their gentle sway to the music. He breaks into a series of hiccuping coughs, the kind of laughter that would be unattractive if it wasn’t so happy. Harvey doesn’t laugh a lot and Donna likes that she’s able to make him.
“God, that was awful,” he gasps when he’s recovered and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Donna smirks in response. “And the ones you tried to use on me weren’t?”
“Mine were suave.”
“Yours sounded like you found them on a site with dating advice for teenage boys who will never get laid.”
They keep dancing, moving together without really paying any attention to the other guests. Donna is more than just tipsy now, but she’s enjoying the warm, carefree feeling and she’s not so drunk that she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing and who she’s about to do it with.
“How about this one,” Harvey says after a while. “I bet you a hundred dollars I can kiss you without using my lips.”
She laughs out loud. She hasn’t heard that one before. “All right, bet’s on.”
He smiles in return and then leans in and brushes his lips against hers. It’s soft, almost hesitant, like he’s just trying it out to find out what it feels like. Donna holds her breath, not quite certain how to proceed.
“Harvey...” she mumbles against his lips.
He pulls away, just far enough that he can look down on her.
“I lost.”
Harvey raises his hand to brush a few strands of hair away from her face, and then lets his fingers caress her cheek, continue down the side of her throat. His other hand is straying from her waist to gently cup her ass. Donna knows that they’re in public and everyone can see, but she doesn’t care one bit. All she wants to do, all her body wants to do, is to press into his touch.
“Do you want this?” Harvey asks quietly. “Is this...”
Donna wraps her arm around his neck and pulls him down a little closer. “Yes,” she breathes against his lips, and kisses him back.
They’ve stopped moving. Donna closes her eyes and forgets about everything but the two of them, their tongues sliding together, Harvey’s heartbeat against her own. Her panties are getting wet. She rubs up against Harvey, snakes a hand inside his jacket and slides it over his chest. They should start thinking about getting out of here or else they’ll end up fucking right here on the floor.
Harvey seems to have come to the same conclusion. He pulls away and takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead against hers.
“They have very nice bathrooms in this place,” he murmurs.
Donna has to hold back a little gasp at the thought. It feels delightfully dirty and the idea of not even being able to wait until they can get home is exciting. “I haven’t had sex in a restaurant bathroom since college,” she reveals.
He raises an eyebrow, and then he grins. “Want to relive your wild youth?”
A thrill runs through her and she shifts a little in his arms, just enough that she can slip her thigh between his legs, feel how hard he is against her. His hands grip her ass a little harder and he lets a little moan slip out.
“Public indecency is illegal,” Donna teases, ghosting kisses over his jaw.
“I...ah, I know a very good lawyer.”
Somehow, they make it to the bathrooms. There are two of them, ladies’ and gents’, and Donna rummages through her purse for a sticky note on which she scribbles ‘Out of order’ and puts it on the door to the ladies’. Then she drags Harvey inside and locks the door behind them.
It is a very nice bathroom with more than enough room for the two of them. There’s a marble countertop with a sink, adorned with two large vases of flowers. Above it is a mirror stretching over the entire wall and when Donna catches a glimpse of their reflections, that little thrill runs through her again. Harvey backs her up against the counter, kissing her every step of the way, and she has to wrap her arms around his waist to keep her balance. Once there, he lifts her up like she weighs nothing at all, so that she’s sitting on the edge of the counter. It puts her in the perfect position to pull his shirt out of his pants and start unbuttoning it. Harvey shrugs out of his suit jacket and lets it fall to the floor without a word about wrinkles or stains. He sneaks a hand inside her blouse and cups her breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. Donna gasps, mouths at his throat, and tries to pull him even closer.
“Your belt looks extremely tight,” she says, getting her hands on his erection through the fabric of his pants. “Let me loosen that for you.”
He laughs, thrusts into her hand a few times and then helps her get his belt buckle open and his pants unzipped. “That blouse suits you,” he says, running his hands over the hem. “But it would look even better on the floor.”
Donna raises her arms so he can pull the blouse off her. “That one is so old it should have been retired long ago,” she grins. “Don’t you dare throw it on the floor, it’s silk and it cost almost two hundred.”
Her blouse ends up beside her on the counter while Harvey leans over her to lick and suck at her breasts, his tongue hot and agile. Donna leans back, holding herself up with one arm because she needs the other hand to stuff in her mouth so she won’t be too loud. She’s so turned on that she might be able to come just from this, arching her back and rubbing her ass against the edge of the counter to try to get some friction between her legs.
Harvey looks up at her. His eyes are very bright and his hair is getting a little untidy. Donna has wanted to mess up his hair ever since he started wearing it slicked back, and she figures she won’t ever get a better opportunity than this. She leans forward to run both hands through his hair, enjoying how it feels between her fingers. Then she pulls him in for a deep, filthy kiss, nibbling a little on his lip.
He wraps his arms around her and runs his hands over her back, letting them linger over her shoulder blades.
“What are you doing?” she has to ask.
Harvey turns his head and smiles against her cheek. “Shhhh. Just checking for wings.”
“Couldn’t you put your mouth to better use?” Donna laughs. She’s not blushing, definitely not, not even when Harvey flashes her another one of those brilliant boyish smiles and slides down to kneel between her legs.
“All right,” he says, peering up at her. “You just sit there like that and pretend your feet hate each other.”
He pushes her skirt up until it bunches around her waist and pulls her soaked panties down, helping her shimmy out of them. Then he runs his big hands over the inside of her thighs before he leans in and starts to eat her out.
Donna can’t hold back a moan. If there’s someone outside, they probably heard her, but she doesn’t care. Harvey’s tongue is amazing, licking around her clit and her wet folds and she just throws her head back and tries not to be too loud. She still has a hand in his hair caressing his neck and his ears, showing him the rhythm she likes.
She’s been turned on for far too long for it to last. Harvey keeps flicking his tongue over her clit and then sticks two fingers inside her, stroking slowly and that’s it. The orgasm washes over her from head to toe and takes her breath away. Harvey coaxes her through it with fingers and tongue, so very gentle, and when it’s over and she slumps trembling against the wall, she has to laugh a little.
Harvey turns his head to kiss her knee before he looks up at her. “Good?”
Donna manages to find her words. “God yes, I needed that. Come here.” She pulls a little at his hair and he gets to his feet to kiss her again. She puts her hand down his pants where he’s still impossibly hard and leaking through the thin cotton of his underwear. “See, I told you,” she says with a cheeky smile. “Boxers.”
“I still want to know who you made that bet with.”
“What if it was Louis?”
“All right, I don’t want to know.” He pauses to mouth at her ear. “It wasn’t, was it? Damn, now you’ve got me thinking about Louis’ underwear.”
“I have it from a reliable source that he doesn’t wear any.”
“Reliable?”
“Mike. Oh, do that again!”
He keeps worrying her earlobe with just a little hint of teeth. “Mike? How did he get in a position to find out... And now I’m thinking about Mike’s underwear. Change of subject, please?”
Donna thinks about something suitable to say. Then she comes up with something and squeezes him through his boxers.
“I want you to fuck me so good the people out there will need a cigarette when we’re done.”
Harvey swallows. “All right. Mike and Louis forgotten.” He straightens up and pats his pockets. “Do you have...?”
Donna reaches for her purse and fishes out a condom. She had planned on getting laid tonight, after all, even if she hadn’t anticipated it would happen like this. “Don’t worry, I come prepared.”
“I did tell you you’re amazing, right?”
“Yes you did, but you can say it again, I don’t mind.”
He takes the condom from her fingers and leans in to kiss her again. “Amazing,” he breathes against her lips. “Completely amazing in every way.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, mister.” Donna helps him shove his pants and boxers down and can’t resist taking him in hand and giving him a few strokes, feeling the soft skin of his cock, playing with the precome that’s gathered at the tip.
“Mmm, could you... I’m trying to concentrate here.” His fingers are slippery and he can’t quite manage the foil wrapper on the condom. She takes it from him and rips it open, holds him steady and rolls the latex down over his cock.
Harvey rubs his thumb against her clit, checking that she’s still wet enough. A considerate lover; Donna likes that. The counter is a little too high for him to be able to comfortably fuck her like this so she jumps down on the floor again and turns around. Like this, she can see the both of them in the mirror, and she can tell that Harvey is turned on by that, vain creature that he is.
They look good together, she can’t deny that. Harvey’s hair is all over the place and his lips are a little swollen. His pupils are huge and dark when he meets the gaze of her reflection in the mirror. Donna’s make up is a little smudged, she looks thoroughly fucked already and she feels like a sex goddess. Harvey’s pressed up against her back, fondling her breasts and kissing her throat. She’s going to have to wear a scarf if she wants to show herself in public tomorrow. She spreads her legs, takes one of his hands and guides is down to her clit again, makes him touch her while he slowly pushes into her from behind.
He feels so good inside her and in this position, he hits all the good spots. Harvey keeps touching her while he fucks her and Donna leans back against him, her head against his shoulder so she can turn and kiss him. Now and then, she has to look in the mirror, see what they look like, moving together. Her second orgasm is approaching fast. It’s not as strong as the first one, but rather a warm, lazy feeling that rolls through her like a wave, leaving her completely relaxed and content. She gives a little sigh and lets Harvey take some of her weight while she gets her equilibrium back.
Harvey stops moving, just stands there and holds her up. “All right?” he asks, voice low and rough in his ear. He sounds a little strained, like it’s taking all he has to hold back.
“Fantastic.” She kisses the corner of her mouth. “Keep going, I want to feel you come.”
She doesn’t have to ask him twice. Harvey starts fucking her for real, and she looks in the mirror, watches how a drop of sweat is slowly running down his temple, how his eyes are half closed, how his mouth hangs a little open.
This is Harvey out of control and it’s beautiful, makes her want to do this over and over again just so she can keep watching him like this forever. He holds her tight and keeps fucking into her, hard enough that she’s going to be sore tomorrow. She doesn’t mind one bit, not when it gives her the opportunity so see him gasp and shudder to completion behind her, pressing his forehead against her shoulder while he emits noises she never thought she’d get to hear from him.
He goes still, almost limp afterwards. Donna can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady against her back. She turns her head, cranes it to the side so she can reach to press a kiss against his temple while he gets his breath back. He’s softening inside her and he grabs the condom and slides out to prevent an unfortunate accident. Donna turns around, wraps her arms around his waist, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her knees are a little weak and Harvey is none too steady either, having to lean against the counter to keep his balance.
“That was fun,” Harvey murmurs against the top of her head. There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice and he keeps stroking his hands up and down her back, like he can’t bear to let go quite yet. He’s warm and solid against her and Donna just holds on and lets herself lean.
“Who would’ve thought all those lines would work so well?” she says with a content smile.
He laughs for real then, pulls back a little bit to look down and meet her eyes.
“So, if I follow you home, will you keep me?”
Donna grins back. She’s been waking up alone for a very long time now and she wouldn’t mind having some company in the morning, just this once. They can go back to normal again on Monday.
“Why not? I‘ve never liked short love affairs. I have all weekend.”
- fin -
Title: Happy To See Me
Author: Zinnith
Pairing: Harvey/Donna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General for season 1.
Warnings: Drunk (but enthusiastically consensual) sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Wordcount: ~ 5100
Notes: For resextionist's prompt on the suitsmeme: Donna/Harvey, bad pickup lines.
Unbeta'd. If you find any mistakes, please feel free to tell me.
Summary: He’s already her boss and her best friend and they’ve been through enough together that having sex couldn’t possibly change anything fundamental between them.
There are a multitude of reasons for why Donna doesn’t date much anymore. Some would say that the divorce made her bitter, but they couldn’t be more wrong. The divorce only made her relieved and gave her a completely new sense of freedom. Bitter doesn’t become her. No, the biggest problem is that she seems to have lost her touch when it comes to dating. Maybe she’s out of practice, or maybe there’s just something about her that screams ‘thirty-something divorcee’ and makes the decent guys keep their distance. It’s either that, or she’s somehow turned into an asshole-magnet.
Right now, she’s willing to bet on the second option.
It’s been ninety minutes and two whiskey sours and she’s already accepted that she’s been stood up. She should have left after she finished her first drink and Eric still hadn’t shown, but for some reason she stayed and ordered another and kept checking her phone for messages. She’s glad that she decided to wait at the bar instead of at their table. Right now, she can’t think of anything worse than sitting alone at a table for two and have people stare at her. Here, on the barstool, she can at least pretend that she only meant to come in for a drink or two, with no plans at all for dinner.
Rachel recommended this restaurant and Donna had looked forward to trying it out. It’s a small, intimate place, a little off the beaten track, but it seems to be fairly popular. The patrons are mainly couples and Donna tries very hard not to study them too closely. It’s not that she wants a new relationship right now, but she wouldn’t mind some company. And she really wouldn’t mind getting laid once in a while.
She’s just decided to finish her drink and go home and open up a bottle of wine and have a hot bath when someone walks up behind her and leans against the bar counter.
“So, how does it feel to be the most beautiful woman in this room?”
The voice is warm, a little bit amused and so familiar and Donna doesn’t even have to look to know who it is. She closes her eyes for a second, does her very best to not look like someone who’s been waiting for far too long for a date who never showed up. Then she turns around and plays along, flashing the newcomer a sultry smile.
“That depends on what it gets me,” she says and fishes an ice cube out of her glass.
“How about dinner?” Harvey suggests. He’s leaning against the bar, holding a drink of his own. “Where’s your stock broker?”
Donna puts the icecube between her teeth and bites down with a satisfying crunch. “What stock broker?”
“Oh.” Harvey raises an eyebrow and then shrugs. There’s not a shred of pity in his look, bless him. “Well, his loss, my gain. Any other plans for the evening?”
She thinks about her bathtub and her book and the bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge. All dressed up and nowhere to go except home. That, and she was supposed to have had dinner an hour ago. But still... “I thought you had plans for the evening? What are you doing here?”
“Yes, drinks with Louis and the new client Jessica wants us to bring in.” Harvey makes a face and raises his glass. “I managed to escape. This place serves the best GT in Manhattan and I needed to get the smarmy taste out of my mouth. Why don’t I get us a table?” He’s already waved the bartender over and a couple of bills are changing hands.
Donna can’t hold back a smile. A moment ago, she was fully prepared to go home and spend the rest of the night sulking, but she’s not going to say no to some food right now. Besides, Harvey looks tired. There’s something strained around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He’s wearing the same suit he did earlier in the day, but his tie is nowhere to be seen and the top button of his shirt is undone. He probably wants some friendly company just as much as Donna does.
It doesn’t take more than ten minutes for a waiter to show up and lead them to a table in a corner. Harvey pulls the chair out for her before sitting down himself, and Donna takes the opportunity to enjoy the attention. As far as the waitstaff is concerned, they’re just another couple on a date and she’s not going to disabuse them of the notion. She exchanges a look with Harvey as the waiter lights the candle on their table and hands them their menus, and from the twinkle in his eye, she can tell that he doesn’t mind the charade either.
“Come here often?” Donna asks. If he gets to use cheesy pick up lines, so does she.
Harvey smiles. It’s not his usual charming lawyer smile, but the boyish grin he wears when he’s looking for old baseball cards on eBay. This is the way he smiles when he’s having fun.
“I would come here a lot more often if I’d know there was a chance I’d run into you,” he says, eyes glittering with mirth.
Donna laughs. There are very few people who can make her feel good about herself the way Harvey does. She decides then and there to make the very best of this evening. They rarely get to spend any real quality time together, just the two of them, and this opportunity feels like a gift.
Harvey says that the salmon is excellent, but Donna is starving and if she wants to keep drinking, she should probably have something a little more substantial. She orders a steak instead and Harvey gives her an approving look and does the same. The waiter takes their orders and returns with a bottle of wine, a very nice Argentine Malbec.
“I didn’t know they taught terrible pick up lines at Harvard Law,” Donna says, sipping her wine. It’s excellent, a little spicy with a hint of vanilla.
Harvey leans forward and wiggles his eyebrows. He looks absolutely ridiculous and Donna knows that he’d never let anyone else see him like this.
“I'll show you my briefs if you show me yours,” he quips.
Donna snickers into her glass. She’s beginning to feel comfortably warm and relaxed, the earlier disappointment of the evening washed away by the wine. “I know for a fact that you wear boxers.”
“Do I want to know how you know that?”
“No, you don’t, but it won me a fifty dollar bet.”
“A bet with who?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
“You scare me.”
The waiter picks that exact moment to arrive with their food and Donna is saved from having to unfreeze the smile on her face. She knows Harvey didn’t mean anything by it, but she also knows that she has a reputation for being intimidating and it’s not something she wants to be reminded of tonight. Men don’t like intimidating women. Maybe that’s the real problem with her love life. As soon as someone gets close enough, she scares them away. She doesn’t want to think about that right now, so she tries to put it all out of her mind. She’s not completely successful.
Donna thanks the waiter and digs into her meal. The steak is served with fried mushrooms and perfectly steamed vegetables and tastes wonderful. She’s been eating for a while when she looks up and realises that Harvey hasn’t even picked up his cutlery yet. Instead he’s watching her with a concerned little wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“That’s just what I was going to ask you.” Harvey leans forward a little bit in his seat. “Was it something I said?”
Donna reaches for her glass and drinks some more wine while she blinks rapidly a few times, trying to keep the moisture from her eyes. She doesn’t want to get emotional, not now when she was having such a good time. “No, it’s nothing. I’m just being silly.”
Harvey frowns. “I can think of a lot of words to describe you but silly is not one of them. Come on, you know you can tell me anything.”
That’s true, and Donna swallows a little bit around the sudden lump in her throat. There’s literally no one else she could tell. Everyone she knows is already convinced that she’s the strong, tough Donna, the one who handles everything perfectly and never gets overwhelmed.
“Promise not to laugh,” she says, offering a shaky little smile.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
She looks away and sighs, takes another swallow of wine. “Do you think I scare people away?” she asks, not daring to meet his eyes.
Harvey reaches out over the table and takes her hand. “Is this about the stock broker? He already proved that he’s not worth your time.”
Donna glances at him. She knows that the people who claim that Harvey Specter doesn’t care about anyone but himself couldn’t be more wrong, and that includes Harvey himself, but she’s always liked it when she gets visible proof.
“It’s not just the stock broker,” she says, forcing out a wry laugh.
Harvey squeezes her hand. The playfulness is gone from his voice; now he’s serious. “People should be lining up for a chance to be with you. You’re amazing, Donna, in every way that counts. I hope you know that.”
She smiles and looks down at her plate, embarrassed to be choking up a little. “Flatterer,” she mumbles.
“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d own the universe.”
Donna raises her head and meets his eyes, and now the teasing sparkle is back. “Harvey Specter, are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.”
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to get lucky.”
Harvey winks at her. “How am I doing so far?”
Donna digs up her best flirty smile, lowers her gaze and looks up at him through her eyelashes. “I’ll let you know.”
She gives his hand a little squeeze back, a silent ‘Thank you’, before she lets go and returns to her meal. Harvey pours them more wine and starts to eat his own steak.
He hit on her exactly once when she first started working for him, and he’s never done it again, not with any real intent. It’s not that Donna never thought about it. Harvey is handsome and charming and, if she’s to believe the gossip, very good in bed. He’s already her boss and her best friend and they’ve been through enough together that having sex couldn’t possibly change anything fundamental between them.
Donna shifts on her chair, crosses her legs against the sudden tingle of the thought. She watches him over the rim of her glass, watches his hands, his lips, his throat as he swallows, the moles over his eyebrow that she suddenly wants to touch.
He must have noticed her studying him, because when he looks up, there’s just the slightest narrowing of his eyes. He doesn’t say anything about it, just nods towards her plate.
“How’s your food?”
It’s excellent and she’s almost finished the big steak, but she couldn’t possibly eat another bite right now. “I’m saving some room for dessert. I want something extremely fattening with a lot of chocolate.”
Harvey smiles and waves their waiter over to ask for the dessert menu and another bottle of wine. They’ve already finished the first one, and Donna is getting a little tipsy. She can tell Harvey is too; there’s a slight flush over his cheeks and she knows she shouldn’t find it endearing, but her mind seems to have gotten stuck in the gutter.
Donna orders a fantastic mint chocolate mousse that melts in her mouth. Harvey takes the cheesecake, but instead of eating it, he keeps eyeing her dessert.
“Do you want some?” she asks, holding out her spoon.
Harvey leans forward over the table and lets her feed him some chocolate mousse. There’s something in his eyes that makes Donna want to shift around in her seat, find some way to ease a little tension.
“That’s really good,” Harvey says, licking some mousse off his lips.
“It’s chocolate, of course it’s good.”
“And in such a handy form. I bet there are all kinds of interesting things you could do with that.”
There’s still a friendly teasing lilt to his words, but underneath is a whole different kind of teasing. Donna has a little bit of chocolate mousse on her finger from where she held the spoon out, and something compels her to lick it off her finger, slowly and seductively.
Harvey draws a sharp breath and clears his throat, and then tries to mask his reaction by pouring them more wine. Donna turns her head a little so she can hide her smile behind her hair. It’s fun to make him flustered. She’s also pretty sure she’s going to have to make a decision soon about how far she wants to take this. She wonders how far Harvey wants to take it.
There are a multitude of reasons for why Donna has never slept with Harvey Specter. She knows about all his women better than anyone and she’s never wanted to be one of them. But she also knows about his excellent compartmentalising skills, how it’s perfectly possible for him to have sex with someone one day and treat them with professional courtesy and respect the next.
Of course she loves him. There are very few things she wouldn’t do for Harvey, and she knows for a fact that it goes both ways. But she’s not in love with him, and she can’t see that changing any time soon. She doesn’t want a relationship with Harvey Specter, not that kind.
She’s so deep in thought that she gets a little careless with her dessert and before she knows it, she’s bitten her lower lip. “Ow.”
Harvey looks up. “What?”
“Nothing, I bit my lip.”
“Want me to kiss it better?”
He’s not even smiling now, just looking at her with an exciting heat in his eyes, completely different from the fond warmth he usually displays towards her. There’s a long moment where something passes between them, something with untold potentials. Donna presses her legs together and wishes she could just put a hand down there to relieve a little of the pressure.
Then Harvey pushes his chair back and stands up, holding his hand out. “Do you want to dance?” he asks.
His skin is warm when she touches him and there’s a sparking intensity in the air between them. Harvey leads her to the dance floor. Her nipples are hard and brush against the fabric of her blouse with every step, sending delicious little shivers through her body. There’s music playing, something instrumental and slow, with a lot of strings. When they press up against each other, her hand on his shoulder and his around her waist, she can feel that he’s definitely not unaffected either.
Donna grins to herself and cranes her neck to whisper in his ear, “Is that Black’s Law Dictionary in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
There’s half a moment of startled surprise before Harvey starts laughing, losing the rhythm of their gentle sway to the music. He breaks into a series of hiccuping coughs, the kind of laughter that would be unattractive if it wasn’t so happy. Harvey doesn’t laugh a lot and Donna likes that she’s able to make him.
“God, that was awful,” he gasps when he’s recovered and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Donna smirks in response. “And the ones you tried to use on me weren’t?”
“Mine were suave.”
“Yours sounded like you found them on a site with dating advice for teenage boys who will never get laid.”
They keep dancing, moving together without really paying any attention to the other guests. Donna is more than just tipsy now, but she’s enjoying the warm, carefree feeling and she’s not so drunk that she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing and who she’s about to do it with.
“How about this one,” Harvey says after a while. “I bet you a hundred dollars I can kiss you without using my lips.”
She laughs out loud. She hasn’t heard that one before. “All right, bet’s on.”
He smiles in return and then leans in and brushes his lips against hers. It’s soft, almost hesitant, like he’s just trying it out to find out what it feels like. Donna holds her breath, not quite certain how to proceed.
“Harvey...” she mumbles against his lips.
He pulls away, just far enough that he can look down on her.
“I lost.”
Harvey raises his hand to brush a few strands of hair away from her face, and then lets his fingers caress her cheek, continue down the side of her throat. His other hand is straying from her waist to gently cup her ass. Donna knows that they’re in public and everyone can see, but she doesn’t care one bit. All she wants to do, all her body wants to do, is to press into his touch.
“Do you want this?” Harvey asks quietly. “Is this...”
Donna wraps her arm around his neck and pulls him down a little closer. “Yes,” she breathes against his lips, and kisses him back.
They’ve stopped moving. Donna closes her eyes and forgets about everything but the two of them, their tongues sliding together, Harvey’s heartbeat against her own. Her panties are getting wet. She rubs up against Harvey, snakes a hand inside his jacket and slides it over his chest. They should start thinking about getting out of here or else they’ll end up fucking right here on the floor.
Harvey seems to have come to the same conclusion. He pulls away and takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead against hers.
“They have very nice bathrooms in this place,” he murmurs.
Donna has to hold back a little gasp at the thought. It feels delightfully dirty and the idea of not even being able to wait until they can get home is exciting. “I haven’t had sex in a restaurant bathroom since college,” she reveals.
He raises an eyebrow, and then he grins. “Want to relive your wild youth?”
A thrill runs through her and she shifts a little in his arms, just enough that she can slip her thigh between his legs, feel how hard he is against her. His hands grip her ass a little harder and he lets a little moan slip out.
“Public indecency is illegal,” Donna teases, ghosting kisses over his jaw.
“I...ah, I know a very good lawyer.”
Somehow, they make it to the bathrooms. There are two of them, ladies’ and gents’, and Donna rummages through her purse for a sticky note on which she scribbles ‘Out of order’ and puts it on the door to the ladies’. Then she drags Harvey inside and locks the door behind them.
It is a very nice bathroom with more than enough room for the two of them. There’s a marble countertop with a sink, adorned with two large vases of flowers. Above it is a mirror stretching over the entire wall and when Donna catches a glimpse of their reflections, that little thrill runs through her again. Harvey backs her up against the counter, kissing her every step of the way, and she has to wrap her arms around his waist to keep her balance. Once there, he lifts her up like she weighs nothing at all, so that she’s sitting on the edge of the counter. It puts her in the perfect position to pull his shirt out of his pants and start unbuttoning it. Harvey shrugs out of his suit jacket and lets it fall to the floor without a word about wrinkles or stains. He sneaks a hand inside her blouse and cups her breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. Donna gasps, mouths at his throat, and tries to pull him even closer.
“Your belt looks extremely tight,” she says, getting her hands on his erection through the fabric of his pants. “Let me loosen that for you.”
He laughs, thrusts into her hand a few times and then helps her get his belt buckle open and his pants unzipped. “That blouse suits you,” he says, running his hands over the hem. “But it would look even better on the floor.”
Donna raises her arms so he can pull the blouse off her. “That one is so old it should have been retired long ago,” she grins. “Don’t you dare throw it on the floor, it’s silk and it cost almost two hundred.”
Her blouse ends up beside her on the counter while Harvey leans over her to lick and suck at her breasts, his tongue hot and agile. Donna leans back, holding herself up with one arm because she needs the other hand to stuff in her mouth so she won’t be too loud. She’s so turned on that she might be able to come just from this, arching her back and rubbing her ass against the edge of the counter to try to get some friction between her legs.
Harvey looks up at her. His eyes are very bright and his hair is getting a little untidy. Donna has wanted to mess up his hair ever since he started wearing it slicked back, and she figures she won’t ever get a better opportunity than this. She leans forward to run both hands through his hair, enjoying how it feels between her fingers. Then she pulls him in for a deep, filthy kiss, nibbling a little on his lip.
He wraps his arms around her and runs his hands over her back, letting them linger over her shoulder blades.
“What are you doing?” she has to ask.
Harvey turns his head and smiles against her cheek. “Shhhh. Just checking for wings.”
“Couldn’t you put your mouth to better use?” Donna laughs. She’s not blushing, definitely not, not even when Harvey flashes her another one of those brilliant boyish smiles and slides down to kneel between her legs.
“All right,” he says, peering up at her. “You just sit there like that and pretend your feet hate each other.”
He pushes her skirt up until it bunches around her waist and pulls her soaked panties down, helping her shimmy out of them. Then he runs his big hands over the inside of her thighs before he leans in and starts to eat her out.
Donna can’t hold back a moan. If there’s someone outside, they probably heard her, but she doesn’t care. Harvey’s tongue is amazing, licking around her clit and her wet folds and she just throws her head back and tries not to be too loud. She still has a hand in his hair caressing his neck and his ears, showing him the rhythm she likes.
She’s been turned on for far too long for it to last. Harvey keeps flicking his tongue over her clit and then sticks two fingers inside her, stroking slowly and that’s it. The orgasm washes over her from head to toe and takes her breath away. Harvey coaxes her through it with fingers and tongue, so very gentle, and when it’s over and she slumps trembling against the wall, she has to laugh a little.
Harvey turns his head to kiss her knee before he looks up at her. “Good?”
Donna manages to find her words. “God yes, I needed that. Come here.” She pulls a little at his hair and he gets to his feet to kiss her again. She puts her hand down his pants where he’s still impossibly hard and leaking through the thin cotton of his underwear. “See, I told you,” she says with a cheeky smile. “Boxers.”
“I still want to know who you made that bet with.”
“What if it was Louis?”
“All right, I don’t want to know.” He pauses to mouth at her ear. “It wasn’t, was it? Damn, now you’ve got me thinking about Louis’ underwear.”
“I have it from a reliable source that he doesn’t wear any.”
“Reliable?”
“Mike. Oh, do that again!”
He keeps worrying her earlobe with just a little hint of teeth. “Mike? How did he get in a position to find out... And now I’m thinking about Mike’s underwear. Change of subject, please?”
Donna thinks about something suitable to say. Then she comes up with something and squeezes him through his boxers.
“I want you to fuck me so good the people out there will need a cigarette when we’re done.”
Harvey swallows. “All right. Mike and Louis forgotten.” He straightens up and pats his pockets. “Do you have...?”
Donna reaches for her purse and fishes out a condom. She had planned on getting laid tonight, after all, even if she hadn’t anticipated it would happen like this. “Don’t worry, I come prepared.”
“I did tell you you’re amazing, right?”
“Yes you did, but you can say it again, I don’t mind.”
He takes the condom from her fingers and leans in to kiss her again. “Amazing,” he breathes against her lips. “Completely amazing in every way.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, mister.” Donna helps him shove his pants and boxers down and can’t resist taking him in hand and giving him a few strokes, feeling the soft skin of his cock, playing with the precome that’s gathered at the tip.
“Mmm, could you... I’m trying to concentrate here.” His fingers are slippery and he can’t quite manage the foil wrapper on the condom. She takes it from him and rips it open, holds him steady and rolls the latex down over his cock.
Harvey rubs his thumb against her clit, checking that she’s still wet enough. A considerate lover; Donna likes that. The counter is a little too high for him to be able to comfortably fuck her like this so she jumps down on the floor again and turns around. Like this, she can see the both of them in the mirror, and she can tell that Harvey is turned on by that, vain creature that he is.
They look good together, she can’t deny that. Harvey’s hair is all over the place and his lips are a little swollen. His pupils are huge and dark when he meets the gaze of her reflection in the mirror. Donna’s make up is a little smudged, she looks thoroughly fucked already and she feels like a sex goddess. Harvey’s pressed up against her back, fondling her breasts and kissing her throat. She’s going to have to wear a scarf if she wants to show herself in public tomorrow. She spreads her legs, takes one of his hands and guides is down to her clit again, makes him touch her while he slowly pushes into her from behind.
He feels so good inside her and in this position, he hits all the good spots. Harvey keeps touching her while he fucks her and Donna leans back against him, her head against his shoulder so she can turn and kiss him. Now and then, she has to look in the mirror, see what they look like, moving together. Her second orgasm is approaching fast. It’s not as strong as the first one, but rather a warm, lazy feeling that rolls through her like a wave, leaving her completely relaxed and content. She gives a little sigh and lets Harvey take some of her weight while she gets her equilibrium back.
Harvey stops moving, just stands there and holds her up. “All right?” he asks, voice low and rough in his ear. He sounds a little strained, like it’s taking all he has to hold back.
“Fantastic.” She kisses the corner of her mouth. “Keep going, I want to feel you come.”
She doesn’t have to ask him twice. Harvey starts fucking her for real, and she looks in the mirror, watches how a drop of sweat is slowly running down his temple, how his eyes are half closed, how his mouth hangs a little open.
This is Harvey out of control and it’s beautiful, makes her want to do this over and over again just so she can keep watching him like this forever. He holds her tight and keeps fucking into her, hard enough that she’s going to be sore tomorrow. She doesn’t mind one bit, not when it gives her the opportunity so see him gasp and shudder to completion behind her, pressing his forehead against her shoulder while he emits noises she never thought she’d get to hear from him.
He goes still, almost limp afterwards. Donna can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady against her back. She turns her head, cranes it to the side so she can reach to press a kiss against his temple while he gets his breath back. He’s softening inside her and he grabs the condom and slides out to prevent an unfortunate accident. Donna turns around, wraps her arms around his waist, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her knees are a little weak and Harvey is none too steady either, having to lean against the counter to keep his balance.
“That was fun,” Harvey murmurs against the top of her head. There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice and he keeps stroking his hands up and down her back, like he can’t bear to let go quite yet. He’s warm and solid against her and Donna just holds on and lets herself lean.
“Who would’ve thought all those lines would work so well?” she says with a content smile.
He laughs for real then, pulls back a little bit to look down and meet her eyes.
“So, if I follow you home, will you keep me?”
Donna grins back. She’s been waking up alone for a very long time now and she wouldn’t mind having some company in the morning, just this once. They can go back to normal again on Monday.
“Why not? I‘ve never liked short love affairs. I have all weekend.”
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