Falling For The Stars (canon)

When the door falls closed behind him, Harvey can finally leave work behind and breathe more freely again. He's home unusually late that night, with the firm having kept him in the office much longer than it normally does ever since they've moved to Seattle.

For that and many more reasons, the move across the country had been one of the best choices they've ever made. Both Donna and Harvey love working with Mike and Rachel again and even if it didn't feel quite like it had back in New York, it feels close enough to make them feel comfortable and happy for now. What both Donna and Harvey love even more though, is the fact that they finally have a lot more free time to spend with each other. With the constant pressure and danger of clients and enemies coming after them having been lifted off their shoulders, it emotionally and mentally set them free in ways they never knew possible.

Now, they oftentimes are able to leave the office before the sun even begins to set and when important 'morning meetings' keep them from the office (which they regularly do these days), no one questions their whereabouts or gives them shit for being late. That constant craving to be with each other has become stronger than it has ever been before, now that it is no longer watered down by work and rules and duty. They have the time; and they consciously take the time to discover that one side of their relationship that had been missing from it for over a decade.

When they aren't at work or with each other, Donna attends yoga classes three evenings a week, while Harvey has upped his game in a nearby boxing studio, resulting in both of them being in a more perfect physical and mental state than they've ever been before. They'd only recently finished furnishing their new home (a small house by the sea with a huge window front looking over the water) and could now finally use the additional free evenings just for themselves. Cooking, taking walks, reading on the couch or watching 'Survivor', which he'd somehow managed to finally get Donna into as well. It's probably just the feet massages she always receives while watching it with him but as long as she's by his side and enjoying the time just as much, he doesn't really care about the real reason behind it.

It technically would have been another one of their 'Survivor' dates this very night, but all through the afternoon, it had become more and more apparent that it was going to be a very long day at the office, which is why they had postponed it to the upcoming evening. And because Rachel and Donna couldn't be of any help with Mike's and Harvey's latest, nerve-wracking case, the women had decided to give their husbands some space and hit the town for some much-needed girls time on this Friday night instead.

That's why it's now nearly midnight because both Harvey and Mike had totally lost track of time, especially since no one was waiting at home for them to get home. The condo lies in total darkness; with only the floor lamp in the open kitchen and living area they had set to automatically turn itself on after dawn shining a soft and golden light out the door and onto the hallway.

Tiredly and carelessly, Harvey hangs his jacket and tie on the wardrobe at the entrance, too beat to even bear the thought of rummaging through their huge walk-in closet to get it safely and neatly stored away. While rolling back the sleeves of his dress shirt as he walks down the hallway, all his mind is set on is getting a quick nightcap before he would undoubtedly collapse into bed. Normally he'd wait up for Donna but she still hadn't texted him that she's on her way back home and he doubts that he'd have much strength left to last that long.

With an exhausted sigh, Harvey finally enters the living room and stops dead in his tracks when he finds a dark shadow hovering on the kitchen counter in the corner of the room. A sharp hiss escapes him, one hand coming up on reflex to cover his hammering chest.

"Christ, Donna," Harvey grumbles, as shock and relief mix in the tone of his voice.

"You're home," Donna states earnestly, while she's trying to suppress a giggle; and it's enough to tell Harvey everything he needs to know about the state that she's in.

Though that thought is pretty much instantaneously pushed aside when he walks closer and finally gets a chance to take in her appearance more properly. It makes his heart stumble all over again; the way she's sitting cross-legged on the counter, her back leaning against the wall behind her. Her sequined dress is way, way too short, and how it sparkles in the soft light of the lamp and illuminates her in a mysterious and tantalizing glow draws Harvey almost magnetically even closer to her. Donna's toned legs seem to go on forever and the manner in which her intertwined arms are pushing up her breasts robs Harvey even of his last breath.

"Donna, what…," he begins, but his eyes are roaming between her face and her cleavage and the slit on her thigh so quickly, that he loses his train of thoughts and words in the span of less than a second.

"I've been waiting for you, husband," Donna drawls, her eyes not leaving his even once as he continues to close the distance.

"You're drunk," he states in return, the sparkling in her eyes always a telltale sign when she's had one drink too many.

"Not drunk. Just tipsy," she defends herself immediately, sitting up straighter now with a teasing smile on her face. The dress shifts with her movements; the neckline dropping lower and revealing even more skin of her chest, just like the slit on the side reveals way too much skin of her muscular thigh.

Harvey's eyes turn dark as he takes the last steps towards her; his hand sliding over the cold marble leading up to where she's sitting. "Please tell me you didn't go out like this," Harvey exhales deeply, his voice already dropping that all too familiar octave, just like it always does when need and longing begin to take over.

"I did," she confirms his worries in a low tone. "And you have no idea what you've been missing, Specter," Donna aspirates seductively, her vibrato instinctively adjusting to his.

Not that he would have needed any more encouragement than the intense look in her eyes, but it's in that very moment that Donna uncrosses her legs in a daring invitation, and the gesture sets his whole body on fire just like that. Looking at him, while looking like that, he thinks she might never have looked sexier than right then and there; with her fiery waves dancing around her shoulders, her eyes dark and lustful, her rosy lips inhaling and exhaling heavy breaths, breasts swaying with every movement, and freckled skin over freckled skin that's barely covered enough to leave anything to the imagination.

His heart churns with jealousy for all but a second at the thought of everyone who had gotten to see her like that tonight, before jealousy gives way to a triumphant roar at the fact that she came home to him; wanting him and needing him, just as much as he wanted her and needed her. Already, his whole body is tingling with the anticipation of finally being with her again and his veins open their gates to let blood rush through him like a tsunami.

"What am I missing?" Harvey rasps, his fingertips just then reaching the outer part of her thigh. Immediately goosebumps cover her naked skin and a low moan rumbles through her chest, as his hand slides fully over her leg.

As if on their own accord, her legs spread even further and without another second of hesitation, Harvey steps between them at last.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Donna breathes, her words eliciting another surge of blood to rush south and right into his groin.

Both of his hands find her bared thighs and in a slow but steady motion, he lets them travel up and down, while his heated eyes lock with hers. The gaze only lasts for a heartbeat or two, until neither can't withstand it any longer and their lips finally crash in a hungry kiss.

There is a certain kind of desperation caught between them; the other's lips like a drop of water after having had to wander through the desert for years. Her arms sneak around his neck almost frantically, while her high-heeled feet are digging into the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer. Harvey in return inches her further towards the edge of the counter, resulting in her being as tightly pressed against him as the position and her dress allowed.

The level of intensity when they come together like this has always been unmatched compared to everything they'd experienced with others in the past. Their first time had started a hunger that no amount of time and diversion has ever been able to fully quench it. And they are both craving it, once again. The intensity. The love. The blinding passion.

It's a perpetual hunger that is just now making itself forcefully known again; on their lips and their skins and further down between their legs. There is a yearning to touch and to be touched in return, and it's overwhelming and blinding and all-consuming.

Donna's arms are the first to move, as she leans herself back ever so slightly to reach for the buttons of his shirt and his vest, making quick process of both strips in one go. Greedily her hands find his toned chest; the skin on skin contact eliciting a low groan from Harvey, which makes him break their kiss at last. For a short moment, their eyes meet again, Harvey needing the reassurance that it's okay to happen like this. Her wordless answer comes in the way her hands slide over his chest and down over his well-defined stomach, whose muscles twitch beneath her longing touch.

That's when Harvey leans in again, his lips going straight for her neck next. He knows every freckle there by heart, has kissed and licked and nibbled at every single one of them several times in the past, and yet, he knows he would never get tired of doing it over and over and over again. Though quicker and less thoroughly this time around, because the burning desire to be one with her is already killing every other thought with every second that passes.

His lips leave a trail of hot and wet kisses over her shoulder and then along the neckline that's only barely covering her chest. Donna leans back slightly to give him better access and her roaming hands cease under Harvey's expert ministrations. Carefully pulling the dress aside with his fingers, he frees even more skin of the sequins in the process. Without much resistance, the fabric falls from her shoulders and Harvey continues to cover each exposed part with his mouth and tongue.

Need is pulsating through him as thickly as lava, his whole body already burning for her after only a few minutes of kissing and touching her like this. And he knows this one won't last long; too wired are all of his nerve endings already and too loud Donna's moans echoing through the night. Harvey's hands drop to her waist again, then sliding from there down to her knees, where he's twisting his wrists slightly so that his fingers can travel upwards on her sensitive skin inside. A groan of frustration escapes Donna's lips, as Harvey stops at the hem of the skirt, moving to the outside and beginning the caress all over again. Each time he slides upwards, he inches a little further only to stop and pull back and begin anew.

Donna is slowly losing her composure, Harvey notices through the needy fog in his head, judging by how her moans intensify. It's after the fourth or fifth round when he decides he's teased her enough, finally moving forward to where he knows she wants him the most. Just then, a current electrocutes his entire being when his fingertips find hot and wet flesh instead of lace that's usually covering her. The realization of his discovery makes his already rock hard cock press tightly against his slacks, the friction almost sufficient to send him flying over the edge.

"No panties," Harvey groans huskily, his voice almost breaking under the intensity of his desire. Her eyes are onyx as he finds them, the tipsy sparkle now replaced by a much darker twinkle that's pulling him in. Even if only for a moment, because then she is leaning in, mouth hovering dangerously close to his ear. He can feel her hot breath cascading down his neck, the tiny hair standing on alert with every further breath she releases against his skin.

"I'm not wearing anything beneath this," Donna sighs into his ear; triggering a forceful tremble to wreck his body. His whole world is spinning right there in her arms and he's grateful that she's still wrapped around him the way that she is, for he doesn't know if he'd possess the strength to keep standing after that intimate revelation.

Just when Harvey thinks he couldn't possibly be turned on more by her (tonight or ever), Donna finds a way to do just that; shifting everything he knew into a new reality that's even more perfect and fulfilling than it was before. He wonders if he would ever get enough of that feeling; if he would ever get used to the love and intensity that keeps growing between them with every additional day they get to spend together. And then he feels the tip of her tongue teasing his earlobe, as her hand reaches for his pants and the overwhelming shiver that runs down his spine is all the answer he needs.

It urges on his own movements; his hands settling more firmly against the apex of her thighs. Her center is emanating a scorching heat and the wetness already pooling there makes it ever so easy to let his index finger slide between her lips. Donna's head falls limply against his shoulder, her lips pressing against his neck to drown out a fevered groan. It's just the tip of his finger that teases her clit but Donna's forceful reaction to the touch is quickly evaporating his restraint.

Pulling his upper body slowly and carefully back from her, Donna finds his eyes with a desperate glimmer in hers. The look makes him want to chuckle, but the fire burning inside of him is wanting him to continue, so he gently pushes her back on the counter, before he pulls her waist even closer to the edge. Nudging her thighs apart with his hands, the dress rides further up in the process; revealing her pulsating core to Harvey's greedy eyes. He watches his fingers as they so effortlessly slide through her folds again, more wetness welcoming his purposeful touch. Then his gaze wanders to her face, finding her half-hooded eyes even darker than before.

Another aroused groan escapes her parted lips, as Harvey lets his index finger glide into her tight heat; her walls contracting forcefully upon the intrusion. Donna sinks further back on her elbows, strength leaving her body as Harvey releases his magic on her. And though he'd love nothing more than to keep watching her come undone while his hand moves relentlessly between her legs, her intoxicating scent is like a siren call to his tongue. So after another moment of intense eye contact, he finally breaks it; leaning down instead to close the distance between his face and her body.

Which almost comes off the counter in ecstasy, when his tongue finds her clit at last; pressing against it tightly for all but a second before he begins an alternating rhythm of tiny circles and intense flicks. He can feel every movement, every ounce of arousal it sparks in her, deep inside of his own body as well, his cock straining to be freed as a fierce coiling begins to spread. Tension is traveling from her into him and from him into her, tightening that invisible bond that's always there between them. And with every added thrust of his fingers and with every added flick of his tongue, the tension only builds that much more until her fluttering walls announce the incoming wave of euphoria. Speeding up his even but vigorous movements are soon the final push Donna needs, and with a cry of his name and her hands grabbing his hair, she explodes beneath him and around him; her walls pulsating as an earth-shattering orgasm trembles through her body.

Harvey doesn't let go but gradually slows down his movements, as she keeps riding out her high. Only when the tension rushes out of her, when her grip on his hair loosens and her body sinks further back on the counter, does Harvey finally pull away from her with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"That's what you are missing out on when you're not with me," Harvey whispers, slowly withdrawing his fingers before letting them slide back into her just as slowly. Her over-sensitized walls are clenching around him, and the movement is enough to render her speechless and immobile for another minute or two.

When some sort of life and strength had taken residence in Donna's muscles and bones again, she pushes herself up and her hand wraps around his wrist to still his movement at last.

"I guess it's a good thing then that I'm with you now," Donna replies, her voice still a bit breathless and shaky.

As are her fingers, as she resumes her work on his pants. Their eyes lock as her hand cups his hardness over his boxer briefs, gently squeezing and teasing as Harvey pushes his slacks down. Just a few touches are sufficient to send Harvey into a near frenzy, himself too aroused from arousing her to have much will left. That's why they make a quick process of his underwear then as well because all they want now, all they need now is to finally be one again.

With his hands on her waist and with her hand on his cock, they simultaneously pull each other closer until his tip is at her core. Letting his hardness slide through her folds for a few heartbeats long is all he can take before he reaches that point of no return and with a pleading look in his eyes, Donna finally leads him to where they both want him to be.

And then a single push is all it takes for their bodies to unite in that all-consuming and fulfilling connection they could solely find within each other.

They still for a moment; senses and feelings focused on the other as they both adjust to the overwhelming intenseness of reality that feels like a dream all the same. And when Harvey begins to move, first slow and evenly but soon more impatient and hasty, every thrust and every touch, every kiss and every moan shoots them closer to the stars.

Donna hikes up her leg on his waist and he secures it there with a tight grip of his hand; the new position letting him slide in even deeper than before. Her walls are already beginning to convulse again and while he wishes their moment didn't have to end so soon, he is relieved to know that she would be right there with him, just like she always is.

Harvey speeds up his thrust some more; the angle and fierceness of his length hitting all the right spots deep inside of her rhythmically and continuously. He's rewarded with her walls clenching around him even tighter and the added pressure triggers that all too familiar tingle in his groin. It would only be a few more thrusts now, he knows, and to ensure that they'd be shooting for the stars together, he sneaks his free hand to where their bodies are joined; his thumb finding her bundle of nerves once more.

With their eyes firmly resting on each other, pleasure and passion etched on every crease and inch of their faces, they lastly give themselves over to primal instinct. The relentlessness of his thumb and his cock is what pushes Donna over the cliff first, only mere moments later, and in an explosion of light and stars, she pulls him right along with her, his hips continuing to bump into her, as they overcome gravity in that magical bubble surrounding them.

Donna's arms wrap around his neck, and his in return around her waist, holding her as close as possible as she trembles in his embrace. Both are breathing heavily in a desperate attempt to fill their lungs with oxygen and it takes them a small eternity to come down from that mind-blowing high.

It's Donna who pulls back first, finding Harvey's gaze instantaneously. His eyes twinkle with the aftermath of their union; love and desire and satisfaction all blurring in his dark pools that always make it so incredibly easy to get lost in.

"If I'd known a lack of panties would get us here like this, I'd not have worn them a lot sooner," Donna chuckles, still a little breathless.

Harvey's reply is an equally deep chuckle but instead of saying anything, he leans in to kiss her. Their lips brush gently and leisurely, all desperateness and hunger dissolved for now. When they break apart a moment later, Harvey carefully withdraws from her body and an audible hiss immediately echoes through the silence of the room. The feeling of their physical connection dissipating would probably be something neither of them would ever get used to.

"Are you okay?" Harvey asks then, pulling back a sweaty strand of hair from her face.

"I've never been better," Donna sighs with a soft smile on her lips, as she fumbles with her dress to slip it back over her shoulders. "But I'm ready for bed now."

"Good. Because so am I," Harvey replies relieved, both of his hands wrapping around her waist then to help her down from the kitchen counter.

He holds on to her for a moment longer, making sure that she is standing securely on her feet again. They kiss again quickly before Harvey gets busy pulling his pants up and fastening them so he wouldn't stumble over them on his way to the bedroom.

Donna is already on her way, the usual sway of her hips drawing his whole attention right back to her. Only now does he take in the ten-inch heels she's wearing, that make her legs appear to be even longer than they already are. They only add that much more to her breathtaking appearance; the lamp once again setting the sequins on her dress on fire. They look like tiny stars sparkling on the night sky, with Donna as the sun and the moon lightening up their existence. Mesmerized by the aura surrounding her, his breath gets caught in his throat for the millionth time that night.

"And you really aren't wearing anything beneath that dress?" Harvey calls after her, his voice almost back to normal by then.

Donna turns around, mischief written all over her face. He doesn't get a vocal reply but as she turns back around and saunters off into the direction of their bedroom, she pulls down the zipper on the left side of the dress. With every further step she takes, the sparkling piece slides down her slender body; revealing more and more that indeed, only naked skin lies beneath.

It might just be one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen; and with his body reacting accordingly, Harvey hurries after her at last; and intertwined physically and emotionally, they give themselves over to the night and forever.

The End - Part II

A/N: Thank you my wonderful Nannalyn, who let me attack her with this without an ounce of complaint. You are a rockstar and I'll be forever grateful to call you a friend! XOXO

Thanks to Pat and Sarah for the idea and for giving me an outlet on what that dress did to me. XOXO

And thanks to everyone who sat through both stories; I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I loved writing them. If you have a few minutes to spare, I'd love to hear your thoughts! xo