A.N: Hi everyone! First of all I want to thank you all for your reviews, I honestly wouldn't have found my muse again without your help. I'm sorry it took so long, but I've been lacking some serious inspiration, and work/life is hectic.

So without any more blabbering, here's the latest update. Don't forget to leave reviews, can't wait to see what you think!

Donna glanced out her car window at the shiny blue motorcycle parked on the driveway and thought about how easy it would be to just leave it there. That stupid pink helmet that sat on her passenger seat – an unfair reminder of her most recent afternoon with Harvey where he sped off on his bike and she was left with it.

A few days ago, she wanted to drive over here and chuck it through his window. But that anger had tapered off and what she was left with now was a quiet sense of acceptance of her feelings for him. She didn't need anything from him. That's how she kept winding up disappointed. She was seeking validation, trying to break him, admit anything to her. But she didn't care.

She knew what he can make her feel was unlike anything she had ever known. No. Not what he can make her feel, but what she allowed herself to feel when she selfishly indulged it, and that's what she wanted again. No games. Hell, he could say nothing for all she cared.

But she knew he's there in his house and something inside her body tugged with that easy desire for him. It was not frantic or desperate anymore. But it was a constant presence and no matter how pissed off she was at their conversation at Tasty Freeze, her thoughts always drifted back to how hard she came that one afternoon at her house. She could try to fight it, but a feeling that intense was a powerful, lingering thing.

She grabbed the helmet and pushed open her car door. She was not angry. She cared about one thing and that was finding that feeling again.

At his door, she knocked and waited. There was hardly anything she could detect inside, no giggling kids, no running feet. And then the door was pulled open and while she was expecting Harvey, she was greeted instead by a man, older, not exactly thrilled to be opening his door – his dad maybe?

She didn't miss the quick glance of his that fell down her body.

"I–" Donna start when he looked at her expectantly. "I was looking for Harvey. Is he here?"

He eyed the helmet in her hands and then stepped back to hold open the door. "Yeah," he answered, and then lazily gestured to the back of the house before turning to the living room. "Probably in his room."

He reclaimed his chair in front of the television and there didn't seem to be much information he needed from her. Hesitating just a moment, she stepped inside.

She was reminded of that first time she came over here to find Harvey without a shirt making macaroni and cheese at nine o'clock at night amid frantic little kids.

It was quiet now aside from the rumbling engines on whatever Harvey's dad was watching on TV. The late Sunday afternoon sun casted a dusty glow through the house as Donna made her way to the back where she was directed.

She saw a closed bedroom door at the end of the narrow hall and glanced around for another sign of his room. Donna found it strange that his father – if that's who that was – had nothing to ask her, no curiosity about who was this girl, what did she want with my son? Maybe girls showed up there looking for Harvey all the time and he was used to it.

After a soft tap on his door with her knuckle, she waited and got no answer. So she quietly turned the knob and cracked it open.

Inside she spotted Harvey face-down on his bed. He was turned so his head was near the foot of the mattress, like he just fell across it and passed out. All he was wearing was a pair of frayed jeans and ear buds in his ears.

Donna considered leaving the helmet, closing the door and going. But she was kind of frozen as she looked at him, at the way the stream of sunlight through his curtains shined golden across his bare back, peppered with light brown freckles. The valley between his shoulder blades trapped her gaze for a moment before it travelled the curve of his shoulders and the bends there, with one am tucked beneath his head.

With some hesitation, but that desire she had driving her, Donna made her way inside the room. His back softly rose and fell with his easy breaths. When she closed the door and set the helmet on a nearby dresser, Harvey stirred. He shifted his head and she walked to the edge of the bed and gently pulled out one earbud.

"Harvey," she whispered with an amused smile.

"Hm," he grumbled into his arm.

"You have company."

With a sharp inhale, he lifted his head, one eye barely peeking open.

Her teeth pinched down on her lip and she had to smile at him. His eyes took a sleepy moment to focus before he seemed to register that it was her.

"Hey," he exhaled. Slowly, he pushed himself up and glanced back at his door, as he removed his headphones. They hadn't spoken since the ice cream date just before he sped off and left her in the parking lot. "Hey, um–" he started, as he scratched the back of his head and shifted into a sitting position. "I'm sorry about the other day–"

Donna reached for the hem of her sweater and lifted it up over her head. "Mm-hm," she hummed. As the ends of her hair fell across her bare shoulders, her skin flicked alive with excitement.

"Uh–" he stalled as his gaze descended and her fingers went to the button on her jeans.

"I have no regrets," she told him as she inched the pants down. She tilted her hips back and slipped them off. "Okay? I want you to know that."

Donna saw Harvey swallow hard and eventually lift his lashes as he peered up at her. His voice was low when he answered, "Neither do I." He sat forward and a hand went to her waist where he eagerly slid his palm across her skin and gripped her hip.

She was quick to stop him, slipping her hand beneath his and flinging it away. "Mm, you can touch when I say you can."

He watched his own hand land on the bed where he leaned back and propped himself up. He breathed out the beginnings of a Fuck– as he glanced back up at her.

Donna had never seen his eyes like this. She'd seen them glow, hot and determined and focused. But right at that moment they were fascinated and hopeful and the way he looked at her made her feel powerful. For once, it was not a push-pull, his stubbornness versus hers. She liked that too, but in that moment, she needed to own him – without wondering what his next move was going to be. She would make every damn move she wanted and he could wonder.

"Well maybe one regret," she mused, thoughtfully glancing upward as her fingers slipped beneath her underwear and the fabric easily coasted down her thighs to the floor. "That first time…" she reached back to unclasp her bra and let it slide away from her body. "Do you even remember?"

She could hear his breath. The way it stalled, hesitated to exhale like if he did, she was going to pull some cruel trick on him. Cautiously, he wetted his bottom lip then his eyes flitted lower, then higher, as if truly conflicted. "Yeah, I remember."

"I don't regret being with you." She stepped forward and slid a knee onto his mattress. Her other knee straddled his lap and she eased herself lower.

That exhale finally blew through him. Instinctively, his hips rose.

"But I regret running out of there," she told him.

Absently, Harvey nodded, his gaze still roaming her body.

Donna leaned closer and felt her peaked nipples brush his chest. Her lips barely grazed his and she whispered, "So let's try again."

His mouth fell harder on hers, where a throaty groan echoed. Without hesitation, his hand found her waist where he tugged at her, then slid upward seeking out as much as he can before she quickly grasped his wrist.

Her lips released his and she offered him a playful smile. She squeezed him there, uttered a teasing little warning while her lips found his neck.

"Augh, God," Harvey breathed out, tipping his head back. She felt his airy laugh. "But you're right here. Look at you." He struggled in her grasp, attempting to tug his arm free.

"You underestimate my strength." Donna followed his desperate arms up over his head, tilting herself against him.

"You underestimate how bad I want you," he countered. His hands found purchase on the back of his head like he's under arrest.

"Mm, yeah? What do you want?"

He couldn't exactly answer when her kisses landed on his lips. She released his wrists, wondering if they'll stay put and wrapped her arms around his back. His mouth was magic; he tasted like some of her favorite memories and at the same time, like everything unknown. She took her time there, just kissing him and getting lost in the way he felt underneath her. For once, they were not rushed or frantic, where half of her is worried they were going to get caught. They easily could. Clearly, they were not alone in the house, but she didn't care. And she got the sense that no one else did either, so she flicked the speck of worry away.

She shifted her hips and gently pressed until he began to fall across the bed onto his back.

A quiet groan rumbled in his throat. He reached out one hand as his head hit the pillow. Before it could skim her thigh, Donna grabbed it again.

"It does not surprise me whatsoever that you're this hardheaded." she grinned at him and pinned his grabby hand to the pillow.

"They have a mind of their own."

"Mm-hm."

"You're pretty damn touchable," he murmured with a quirk of his lips.

As much fun as it was to pin him down, she let go of his wrists and dragged her touch down his chest, the rest of her following. "So you never answered me. What is it you want?" She placed a few kisses down his stomach, but let her gaze flick back up to him.

"Well first off, I want to wake up to you in my room taking your clothes off." He lied there, seeming content to keep his hands tucked beneath his head for the moment. "Is that too much to ask?"

She giggled softly. Her fingers went to the button on his jeans. "Looks like it's your lucky day."

He laughed. "And I want you to let me touch you."

She pressed her lips together and looked down with a smile as she tugged his jeans down. He lifted his hips to help her and she took his boxers down with them. He kicked everything to the floor and she crawled over him.

It was the first time neither of them had a single article of clothing on in the handful of times they had been together, had their hands and mouths all over each other. It was intimate in an entirely new way.

She breathed in deeply and made her way slowly back up his body. "Okay, you can touch me."

Their skin grazed, her hips skimmed his, and she hummed her appreciation when she felt his hands on her back. They trailed down her hips, then the backs of her thighs where they tugged.

A quick moan squeaked inside of her and she pulled her mouth off his.

"Scoot up," he said, his voice low.

Her brow furrowed and she inched herself up to straddle his waist.

"More." He bumped her rear end and she rocked against him.

"Where would you like me?"

Laying back, he moved a hand and beckoned her closer with a finger. "More."

Donna glanced down at her thighs spread over his torso and laughed softly.

"Did you like it when I used my tongue on you that day?" He asked.

Her gaze lifted and a pulse that she swore existed only for that memory shot down the center of her body. "I think you know I liked it."

"Let me do it again."

She managed to swallow and look back at the space behind her on his twin bed.

"Come here." And then he scooted down a little.

She sat up and started to slide off of him. "Where do you–?"

"Get up on your knees," he softly instructed. "And come sit up here."

She laughed nervously. "Up where?"

"On my mouth," he smiled.

Her eyebrows rose and she glanced around the room. She didn't want to seem clueless but she had never sat on a guy's face before.

"You don't have to," he added.

"Well I know I don't have to."

His gaze roamed over her once more and she noticed him taste his bottom lip. Then those lashes lifted, he looked at her and flicked his head briefly. "Come up here."

A smile teased her lips.

"You look so fucking good," he sighed. "Please."

The way his voice was all breath – God. She lifted up on her knees and moved up on the bed. She couldn't help but giggle the closer she got to his head and she was sure he was used to girls with way more experience but she couldn't care about that right now.

"It's just–" she bit down on her lip and tipped her chin lower. "I mean, then your face will be like, right there."

"Trust me," a smile slanted across his features. "I want my face right there."

Donna laughed, hiding her face for just a moment and then found the confidence again that she had when she walked in here. She swung her hair over one shoulder as she maneuvered next to his head. Harvey scooted down again and found her position, situating a knee on either side of his face.

He guided her to him and slipped a hold around the tops of her thighs. She eased herself lower where she felt the nudge of his mouth, the faint drag of his tongue.

She gasped unexpectedly and flinched upward but he reached around and pulled her closer. Glancing down, she watched him, the way he used his fingertips, tasted more of her and she sank down against him.

A broken moan floated from her and she had to clamp down on her lip with her teeth. "Oh my god," she whispered and reached out to rest her palms on the edge of the bed. Soon, her hips started to mimic the gradual roll of his tongue.

He groaned softly when she started to move on top of him.

Donna struggled to contain the cries that threatened to escape her throat. The stroke of his tongue made her shake, made everything beneath her skin just completely unwind until she felt like she had nothing to hold her up.

She reached back, shifted slightly and her palm pressed against his chest. When her hips tilted forward, he traced her clit and she gasped once again as the feeling ignited a tiny heated flare down the length of her spine and swelled deep in her core.

She exhaled heavily. "Oh fuck!" She had nothing to scream into and she couldn't take it. If he pushed her any closer to the edge of her control, she wouldn't know what would happen and unlike the last time he made her lose it, this time, there was someone else in the house.

She surged forward, grasped his hair in her hands and tilted herself away from his face. "Ohmygod, I can't," she mumbled. "Harvey, fuck, I can't be quiet when you do that."

Harvey exhaled hard and swiped a hand across his mouth. Quickly she scooted off and repositioned herself to climb on top of him and ease back to his waiting hard-on.

She reached down and guided him inside of her and she was so slick, the way he filled her was perfect. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer, swearing, all gravel, all restrained groans as he sank further. Her chest lowered to his and it felt so good to be on top of him completely, savoring the warmth of his skin. Her hips rocked to meet the slow, deliberate rhythm beneath her. He tugged one of her thighs up his side and that slow pace eventually quickened.

They were all hot breathy kisses, hushed panting. It was urgent, but not desperate like it was at that party. It was completely different. Donna felt like she existed for only this moment.

Possessive fingers tangled in his hair. She was needy with his mouth. She could taste the subtle reminder of her there on his tongue.

His hands gripped her ass and it was so damn sexy. She broke off his kiss and rested her forehead at the base of his neck. Instead of a desperate hope that she would get off, the near-orgasm wave that she wished she could ride forever snuck up on me. Her hips maintained their rhythm and it was euphoric. She didn't stop.

Harvey exhaled another airy "Fuck" into her shoulder and bit down on her skin there. She barely kept from crying out as she tilted into him and tipped over the edge until she knew she was going to come. It spiraled and spread and consumed her whole body and she let out a muffled cry into the curve of his shoulder. He gripped her harder as he followed.

Both of them swallowed their noises, buried mouths against each other's skin as their bodies tensed. Hands fisted messy sheets as their hips jerked unsteadily a couple more times. Finally, she exhaled a shaky breath and her muscles started to go slack.

She didn't know where she went for a moment, but it took some time for her to float back down, for her heart rate to slow. She managed to slide off of him and catch a breath of fresh air.

"I um–" she started with a hushed laugh. "I have to go to the bathroom."

He attempted a heavy inhale through his parted mouth and blinked a few times as he seemed to try to regain some focus. "It's in the hallway."

"Crap," she whispered as she breathlessly sat up to scan his room for her clothes that she really didn't want to put on.

He reached over to snag one of his t-shirts off the chair next to the bed. "Wear this. You'll be fine."

"If I get caught with no pants, coming out of your room, I will die."

"No one will catch you," he assured me. "I guarantee my dad is asleep in the living room."

Donna glanced down at him and examined the soft t-shirt he tossed to her. "So that was your dad who answered the door?"

"Yeah," he sniffed. "Sorry if he was a dick."

She laughed softly. "What about your brother?"

"He's probably at the neighbor's. You'd know if he was here."

Nodding in acceptance, she slipped the shirt over her head and climbed over him to get out of bed. With quick feet, she made her way to the door, holding her breath as if that was going to make her invisible. She was able to scoot across the hall to his bathroom and make it back undetected.

When she returned, she saw Harvey situated under the sheet against his pillow, and she pounced onto the bed to crawl in beside him.

"I was hoping you'd come back," he says as she tucked in next to him on the small bed. "Sometimes you run out on me."

"Sometimes you run out on me."

An amused hum echoed in his throat and he looked down at her. "Stay here."

Donna's head lifted and she propped herself up on her elbow.

"I mean, it's not much," he added with a shrug.

With one hand, she idly traced down his forearm and he lifted his hand into hers. "So what about your mom?" She figured if she was here and actually getting answers from him, she might as well keep asking. "Where is she?"

He shifted on his back and stretched his neck against the pillow. "Not here," he says.

Her brow furrowed in confusion and a quiet moment lingered there. "She's dead?" she wondered.

"No," he corrected her as he reached up to scratch the stubble on his jawline. "She just no longer lives here" He inhaled deeply with a shrug of his shoulders as if that was all there is to say.

Stalling, she managed a nervous swallow. "What happened?"

"Ah, I mean, I caught her cheating on my dad a couple of years ago, and I told him, so…yeah…" he told her.

"You haven't seen her since—"

"I have."

"Oh."

"But… she's never around either. She comes and goes. I hate her around Marcus and dad, though, so I'd rather she just go."

Donna watched him, the way he fixed his gaze on the ceiling while he spoke and she didn't know what to say.

"You know, it's like, she shouldn't bother coming around if she's just going to take off and disappear for a few months. My dad falls back into his same old shit whenever she's around anyway."

"What kind of same old shit?"

Harvey exhaled heavily. "Ah, you don't need to know. Heartbreak. Stupid shit."

She took a quiet moment to study the way his jaw flexed, the way he chewed his bottom lip, his thick neck when he swallowed. "I'm glad they have you," she told him. "Your dad and Marcu."

A soft, humorless laugh escaped him. "Pretty pathetic."

"No. It's not," she told him. "I know you're a great big brother."

He paused thoughtfully, one hand resting beneath his head and filled the quiet with a slow inhale. "Remember that Christmas play we talked about? Fourth grade?"

She smiled. "Yeah."

"And I said it was the first time I noticed you."

"Mm-hm. You couldn't resist my Frosty the Snowman costume."

He nodded and the corner of his mouth perked upward for just a moment and then as he blinked, his expression turned almost serious. "Do you remember the present?"

Her brow furrowed. "The present."

"Not an actual present," he said. "But we sang some song where we all had to bring in a fake wrapped present. Nothing real, just like an empty box with wrapping paper. And on the day we were supposed to bring them in, I didn't have one. And Miss whatever-her-name-was like, called me out in front of everyone–"

Donna couldn't help breathe out a laugh while she watched him recount this memory.

"I don't know, I guess I didn't know how to wrap a present, or that wasn't something my parents would have helped me with. But…" And then he stopped to sort of laugh at himself. "Anyway, at school, just before the play started you brought me an extra one. It's so weird, it's like this really vivid memory. You, dressed like a snowman, and the red wrapping paper. I don't know why I remember that–"

"I remember that."

His head turned on the pillow and he looked at her. She looked back and they were quiet while her eyes danced across his features. She had admired his face so many times, the surprising way it changed, the warmth of his relaxed gaze.

He swallowed and then spoke softly. "Wanna go to sleep?"

Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she smiled. "I could."

He retrieved one hand from underneath his pillow and rubbed his eye. "Let's sleep." Settling down against his pillow, he turned towards her.

As she let her eyes flutter shut, she thought about how long ago he noticed who she was. She remembered that empty little shoebox she had found and wrapped herself to bring to school the next day.

They fit themselves together on his small bed and the nearness of him elicited an easy calm throughout her entire body, one that settled over her when she realized just how long they've noticed each other.