Harvey's head was whirling on the car ride home. He currently had one hand on the armrest of his car, and another one suggestively placed on Donna's knee. Even he couldn't believe it was happening. His pulse was racing so fast, he almost thought he was having a heart attack. For a brief moment, his vision swam and he felt like he was falling..

in love,

the voice in his stupid brain whispered.

He almost laughed right out loud then by how ridiculous it sounded. I'm falling in love with someone was never words he ever pictured himself saying. But when he turned his head and saw her flash of red hair, it sobered him up. As much as he seemingly wanted to deny it, that Harvey Specter needed no such thing as a woman to make him complete, it finally dawned to him that in this lifetime, he wanted Donna. No, needed.

Earlier, he had told her he wasn't sure if he'd ever feel that way about anybody, ever. But once he leaned in and captured her lips in yet another breathtaking kiss as the night lights danced by through their car window, Harvey knew in his gut.

This was it.

This was what Mike and Rachel had. What Louis and Shiela and Jessica and Jeff almost had. A feeling of extreme content, like you were in the safest and warmest place in the world.

This was what his dad had. Before..

Harvey broke off the kiss to a very surprised Donna. For a minute, all he could do was stare at her, really look at her perfectly framed face, eyes lit and lips bruised. She had never looked more beautiful.

"What's wrong?" she whispered.

"I was thinking about my mom…" Harvey muttered,

Donna feared he was going to back out again-

"...and how I'm so lucky you are nothing like her."

She gave him a genuine smile before she lowered her head right into his chest and snuggled into the crook of his neck. He put his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead, just to make sure this was all real and not actually a dream.

"You're an idiot, Harvey."

He knew that was her way of saying, "I love you."

The trek up to room 206 was a difficult one, only because Harvey got handsy and couldn't stop kissing her every second he had. By the time they had finally gotten to her door, he had her pressed up against it and was this close to giving her whole apartment complex a show of how exactly he was New York's best closer.

"Harvey," Donna moaned, "I don't want to get sued for public indecency."

"I know a very good lawyer," he retorted before he continued kissing her.

He suddenly felt himself losing his balance. For a moment, he really thought he was falling from earlier. But seconds later, Harvey realized that Donna had somehow opened the door while he was trying to have his way with her AND somehow managed to flip them so that she could land on him when they fell through the doorway.

"Oomph" was all he heard himself say before he found himself on her carpet, with her landing on top of him.

He head her giggle. "And that's what you get for attempting to sleep with me in publ- Harvey? Harvey, are you okay?" Donna suddenly noticed Harvey's face was turning red and the big vein on his forehead was unusually throbbing. He turned away from her and crawled into a fetal position.

"When you landed," he gasped, "your knee landed on my," he breathed again, "jewels."

Donna was astounded for a second before she burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry," Harvey glared at her. "I really shouldn't be laughing this hard right now, should I?" He shook his head. It only made her laugh harder.

"Cmon, let's go to the couch. Do you need anything? Ice? Tissues? Tampon?" she joked, remembering the last time they had a banter similar to this one.

"No," he rasped.

"Do you need a hand?"

"You get your hands away from this body, thank you very much."

"That's not what you're going to be saying in about, oh, fifteen minutes." she shot back, giving him the naughtiest look she could come up with.

He groaned. Whether it was in pain or in pleasure, there was some blood going down there and for once, he really wished it wouldn't. He was so going to make her pay tonight. But for now, all he could do was cup his balls and watch her hips sway into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.

"Fuck, Donna." Harvey was losing his breath again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Half an hour after the jewels incident, Donna had actually shown done a fantastic job showing exactly how sorry she was. Which was incidentally why she was currently sitting on top of him in only her underwear while he was still fully clothed, having shed her dress in a very erotic way to some song that had the words "girl, you've earned it." He wondered briefly if she took stripipng classes on the days she didn't show up for work, because damn that woman knew what she was doing. He thought she had been better than a lot of actual stripped he had seen in his lifetime. And of course, Donna, being the devil she was, had made him sit and watch all of it with absolutely no touching, so it wasn't very long before his dick was up and running again.

"So, Harvey, want my hands on your body now?" Donna purred.

"Fuck, yes, please," was all he could find to say. He never begged, but it had been 12 years and all he wanted was her… everywhere.

"Since I accidentally kneed Mini Harvey, I'm going to personally apologize to him.. you don't mind, do you?"

"Donna," he said through gritted teeth.

Before he knew it, Donna had his trousers unzipped and was in the process of lowering his boxers. At the moment, Harvey believed he had no self-control whatsoever. He was driving her crazy and it was literally took everything he had not to just grab her and ravish her. He looked at her, looked at how her hand was a mere two centimeters from the best job he was about to get until he felt his butt vibrate.

She giggled. "Wow, Harvey, didn't think you were that excited to see me."

"My phone. Whatever. Not important. Please." This woman was actually going to kill him.

She grabbed it, only making him suck in another breath. "Wait, it's Mike. It's probably important if he's calling this late."

And that was all it took for him and Mini Harvey to die down. Damn this kid and his knack of cockblocking every single fucking time at the exact worse moments. He sighed as she rolled off of him, and picked up begrudgingly.

"WHAT, MIKE. I swear, if you're calling to tell me you can't think of how to style your hair again I will-"

"Harvey. It's Rachel." She sounded like she had been crying. "Mike got into a car accident and he's in the hospital. Can you come right now?"

He groaned. The universe was so cruel. All he had wanted tonight was to spend it with Donna, god forbid that ever happen in the past 12 years they'd been together.

"Yeah. I'll- we'll- be there soon," he finished awkwardly before hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Donna asked.

"You're going to have to put your dress back on. The puppy needs our help."