A/N - I hadn't initially planned a second chapter to this, since the whole fic was pretty spontaneous to begin with, but there were a lot of requests and I guess it isn't fair to leave Harvey in such a limp state forever.

Harvey didn't have his little problem anymore.

Although it does dawn on him one day, a few weeks down the track, when all has come right in his life and he's finally where he's supposed to be, that technically he never actually fixed his problem, or at least not as far as he was aware. But that was a question he never intended on finding out the answer to. Because his fist knocking on a door and her three steps back had changed everything. Now there was only one woman in his life he planned on ever getting an erection for, and his cock had been controlled by Donna long before it officially belonged to her.

Harvey no longer cared in the slightest about his previous inabilities to perform over the past six months. Because this is what he had been craving, who he had needed. This was where he was meant to be. No erection with some meaningless woman would ever compare to the feel of Donna's silken insides, to the sound of her panting breath in his ear as she fell apart, to the taste of her honey sweet mouth.

And as for the flip side of his previous problem, his overactive and uncontrollable reaction to her presence, well Harvey definitely didn't consider that to be an issue anymore.

Not when he could now touch her and taste her and fuck her whenever he wanted. Not when he no longer had to ignore and repress how hard she made him by something as simple as her teeth biting on her bottom lip when she was concentrating or the sway of her hips as she moved around the office.

Because Donna was finally his, and even more importantly, he was finally hers. He didn't need to hide the fact his beautiful, hot, sexy girlfriend (a title which he intended on upgrading as soon as possible), made him horny beyond the realm of control. Instead he embraced it, he relished it, the way his cock stood to attention for her only, responded only to her. And now they were both free to act on every erection she caused him, and boy did they ever. In the file room and storage cupboards, bathroom stalls and elevators and, late at night, in the many offices and on the many desks he had always dreamed of having her on over the years. His office, her old secretary cubicle and her new COO office were their first targets, but then there was the old office and desk from his associate days. Basically, any surface that held some semblance of a memory was soon christened by them.

And each and every time he thrust inside her flesh, with his hands and his tongue and his cock, every time he felt her mouth, hot and wet around him, and her delicate hands on his body, he thanked God and the universe and fate and any and every entity he could think of for allowing him to be so lucky as to finally be able to call her his.

Because he had truly thought he had lost her for good.

-six weeks earlier-

Donna had been waiting for him the next morning, following the fateful elevator incident. Beautiful as usual, but her hands were fiddling together, a clear sign to him that she was nervous. He was momentarily distracted by the low v cut at the front of her dress, the bright splash of pink around the neckline further calling his attention to the rise of her pert breasts. And there it was, the heat and tightening in his pants, immediately drawn to the only thing he wanted, but apparently couldn't have. Visions of her milky white skin, his tongue gliding around the tight bud of her nipple started to fill his mind before he could wrench the memories away. Fuck, she owned him, body and soul, and she didn't even know it.

He desperately didn't want to talk about what he knew she was waiting to discuss, didn't want to sit through yet another painful discussion filled with half truths and lies. He made a joke about basketball instead, in what he knew was a pathetic attempt to try and sound blasé and unaffected.

But then she told him that she really liked Thomas, something she had never once previously admitted to him about another man, and he felt his heart crack wide open. And as much as it pained him to admit it to himself, as much as it felt like a rusty nail driven into his heart, she did look happy. There was a glow around her, one that had been put there by a man who wasn't stupid enough to let slip away the gift that Donna had been offering. So, he forced out the blatant lie, attempting to keep his tone light, and told her he was happy for her. Even though what he really wanted to do was shout from the rooftops that yes it bothered him and that yes it meant something and god dammit she was meant to be with him. But he didn't.

Instead he resigned himself to the fact that he was too late, that he had missed his opportunity, a decade's worth of them in fact. She was no longer his to claim. And he also wasn't able to stop the small, though not insignificant part of him, that wondered if he was looking down the barrel of a life of celibacy, never able to have sex again, now that the only woman he was apparently capable of getting it up for had slipped out of his reach, possibly forever.

He didn't have an opportunity to dwell on that prospect for long however. Because then everything else in his life went to hell, which he supposed was only fitting. His whole world had been in free fall since the night at the elevator, why not include the professional part as well.

So he went and fought for his career. And she wasn't there.

And then he won. And she wasn't there.

He had good news to share and celebrate. And she wasn't there.

So he ran.

Because he was done letting her slip away from him. He was done waiting and hiding and lying. He was done being afraid. And he was done living his life without having her in it in every single way he craved.

Because how could he be willing to fight for his career but not be willing to fight for the most important person in his life.

Seeing her appear as she opened the door, it was the first time that day he had felt like he could actually breath, despite the fact he was puffed from sprinting his way through the city to her.

She took three steps back, an invitation and a challenge all in one, and from that moment on he never looked back. When his lips touched hers, he felt a flood of heat explode in his body, filling his heart and flowing straight to his cock, felt it pulse and grow and rise so that by the time he had her pinned against the hallway table he was full and heavy and hard against her. And when he finally sank into her tight warm depths, he knew that he was completely and utterly done for, for the rest of his life. She felt like heaven on earth and a perfect fit made just for him.

They were post round three, Donna's head resting on his chest, while he wove his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft golden red strands that had always so heavily featured in his dreams. A feeling of fullness settled itself deep inside of him, that missing piece he had always been chasing after, but had never been certain what it was, had finally slotted itself into place.

Round one had been a frenzy, a desperate and intensely urgent need to be joined. They had barely made it to the bed, and it had been raw and quick and explosive. Round two had followed on almost immediately. Slower, calmer, sweeter, a chance to reacquaint themselves with every inch of each other's bodies. It wasn't fucking, it was making love in the truest form of the words, and Harvey realised in that moment that it was something he had never done before. And that it was the only thing he ever wanted to do from that moment on.

The third time had been a mixture of the two, it started slow and ended fast and they were both still coming down from the high. Donna's body was pressed tight against him, legs intertwined while her hand tracked its way down his chest. He could feel the tight buds of her nipples brushing against his side, while she dragged her leg up and down his own, pressing herself against him so he could feel the warm wetness of her core slick along his thigh, evidence of their recent lovemaking. Her tongue flicked out to circle around his nipple, the feeling shooting an arrow of desire straight to his groin.

"If you're not careful we'll be on to round four soon" he groaned, only somewhat jokingly and she laughed quietly.

"I'm not sure you could get it up again so soon after that old man."

She was teasing him, in that Donna way she always did, no amount of orgasms able to diminish her quick wit, not knowing she was rubbing against his recent wounds. Harvey couldn't help but wince ever so slightly at her words, even though it had been the exact opposite issue around her.

She pulled back a little, eyeing him quizzically, unsurprisingly noticing his reaction because she was Donna, and nothing slipped by her.

"What? Did I hit a nerve?" and there was a mischievous grin in her words as she lightly nipped her teeth against his skin.

And he didn't really know why he told her the truth, only that the idea of lying didn't cross his mind. He felt like an open book for her to read, the hidden secrets of the past now gone, truth and honesty left behind in their wake.

"I may have been experiencing some...mechanical issues recently."

Donna's eyebrows shot up and he saw her pressing her lips tightly together, suppressing a laugh. And she tried hard to hold it together, he could tell, but eventually a bubble of laughter escaped. But he didn't even care that she was laughing at him, because the sound of her laughter, light and happy and relaxed, was so beautiful to hear and knowing he was responsible for that was all he cared about.

Harvey pounced on her, hovering his body over her before grabbing hold of her hand and cupping it around himself, grinding his quickly thickening cock into her palm. He rested his lips against her ear "Only with people that weren't you. You've had me bursting the zippers in my pants left and right for months" and he dragged his tongue down her neck to suck against the skin of her shoulder.

Donna's breathing sped as her control clearly started slipping, but her fingers stroked him, wrapping around his length as she formed her response, her own lips brushing along his ear.

"Oh, I know. Why do you think I sucked my finger the way I did that day?" She smirked up at him before her voice dropped lower and she added, "I was imagining your cock the whole time."

Well fuck, he felt like he could come right then and there from nothing but her words and warm breath. No wonder he was always so damn hot and ready for her. The way his heart rate was accelerating he was certain she was going to be the death of him.

And round four very nearly had been.

And so Harvey doesn't have a little problem anymore. Because he had what his body and brain and heart had known it wanted and needed for years.

He had her. He had his everything.

And nothing else mattered.

Thanks for reading, I was a bit lost where to go with a second chapter for this, and I'm not exactly sure this 'fits' with the first chapter but hopefully it works! Always enjoy hearing your feedback and thoughts.