Hey guys.
I had a conversation with my friend who hates the rain and being from New Zealand I fricking love the rain- and living in Australia, it is very much raining right now so this idea literally just formed in my head within about ten minutes lol. And I practically wrote this in ten minutes so please excuse all the shit writing. Thanks so much.
Read if you'd like. Review if you'd like. Do what makes you happy. (Also maybe listen to Rain On Me by Joji, I'm sure that'll make you very happy).
Anyways, kill people with kindness.
Peace. Gabby.
Rain on me
Harvey Specter hates the rain. He hates it and everything about it. He hates the fact that it's loud and obnoxious and thunders down when you relish in silence. He hates that as soon as he steps outside, he's soaked from head to toe and is left shuddering throughout the entire day. He absolutely hates that when he opens his curtains in the morning expecting sunlight to stream in, he instead gets a dark shadow cast over the city with nothing but grey and dull and rain falling madly on the windows.
Harvey Specter hates the rain.
And during one day as it's pouring down heavily causing Harvey's mood to be insatiably irritable, a migraine starts forming at the dull thuds hitting his window, and he stares outside a while watching two droplets race each other until he's figured out he won't be able to focus so he rolls his eyes and starts slowly packing away his things where he can endure a long night in with the curtains closed tightly and the music up to its maximum volume. But just as he's about to stand up and leave, he spots a flash of red from the corner of his eye seemingly standing up and doing the same.
He's hustling now as he makes it to her cubicle acting like he didn't notice her wrapping her coat around her.
He leans on the surface in front of her and she acts like she doesn't see him, but she knows he's there.
"Can I help you?"
"Going somewhere?" He asks, arms folded, eyebrows raised.
She finishes doing up her coat before hesitantly answering.
"If it's any of your business, I-, I have a date," she finishes.
He pauses for a moment, trying not to act surprised and trying not to let it show that it bothered him.
"With whom?" He tries to sound casual, but instead he probably sounds like a strangled cat.
"That's none of your concern," she says hurrying to the elevator bay, but as always, he's one step behind. She presses the button more than once in annoyance.
"Sure it is," he says back.
"Oh, is it?" She presses the button again.
He huffs out a laugh and jerks his outside.
"Come on, let me walk you out."
"Don't you have work to do?" She steps into the elevator, thankful for its delayed arrival. He steps in right after her.
"Nah. Thought I'd call it an early night," he shrugs. She doesn't answer, letting the silence envelope them and enduring their descent together from the 50th floor.
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She turns her head towards him, deciding to ask. "It's because it's raining, isn't it?"
"No." He answers all too quickly, tight-lipped and jaw clenched.
"I can't believe you still hate the rain."
"I don't hate it. I just don't like it."
"Same thing."
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"What about all the good things that happen in the rain?"
"What good thing could possibly happen in this weath-,"
"Dancing, singing, laughing…" She trails off, leaving an empty space after her sentence.
"…Kissing," she finishes. And if Harvey's jaw wasn't clenched as hard before, it definitely was now. Both staring straight ahead at the metal doors in front of them, they don't say a word for a few seconds.
"I can experience those dry too," he says finally breaking the awkward silence.
To his surprise, Donna starts softly laughing.
"What's got you all funny?"
She starts laughing even louder now, and he can't help but look at her and grin.
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"Harvey Specter dancing outside in the sun. I'd love to see it."
"You would."
They laugh some more and as the elevator finally makes its arrival to the ground floor, Donna steps out beside Harvey and they walk side by side through the lobby. As they approach the exit, Harvey stops as Donna continues walking outside in the pouring rain, just stopping short of the undercovers. She turns back to see him still inside.
"Have fun on your date," he calls out with his hands in his pockets and a sad smile on his face.
They look at each other, and it's the look they've given each other thousands of times over many years of their lives. It feels like days, years, maybe centuries pass as she lets out a breath and starts slowly walking back towards him, and he's gone completely deaf and even though the rain is falling hard and dangerously, all he can hear is the thudding in his ears and the clicking of her heels. She comes close to him and grabs the hem of his sleeve pulling him with her as she starts walking backwards outside. He lets her take control of him, as she has been all this time.
"What are we doing?" He asks. There's jest in his tone, but he's serious, and his teeth are mashed together, and his eyes are boring into her. She doesn't answer, instead continuing to pull him outside reaching the cover. But she doesn't stop there, as she drags him further into the rain. He doesn't care that the second he's exposed, he's drenched completely, and it's cold enough that he should be shivering and shuddering and making his way back inside the building, but he doesn't as Donna tugs his sleeve once more, but this time she's stopped walking and the rain is pouring down on them hard and she's like the flame that's dancing in the rain and he's like the idiot that can't move at all, but when he feels that last tug he holds her by the waist and she slides both her palms up his chest to his neck and inhales and exhales a lungful of air.
"You need to experience at least one good thing in the rain," she breathes, and he feels it warm him up all at once, and he doesn't need his fireplace or his covers or the shelter of his home, because all he needs is her.
His one good thing.
He knows where this is going and he also doesn't, but as Donna wraps her fingers around his neck a little firmer, he takes this cue and she pulls him down to meet her and she's kissing him and it's like everything and anything all at once. Her hand runs through his hair and he sighs as he angles his head deeper, and his arm around her waist is suddenly sliding across her back as he's the one that's pushing her towards him this time, and she doesn't stop it, instead embracing it as her tongue hits the back of his teeth and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Her nails scratch the nape of his neck and his jaw and he's groaning almost silently, because holy shit.
The rain is the best thing to ever happen.
And when they part, they're both breathless because they have no idea what just happened yet it might just be the best thing that's ever happened. They're centimetres away from each other and Harvey feels like he's not breathing oxygen anymore and instead he's breathing her. Her hands slide from his neck to his chest, and she grips his lapels lightly in her fists. He doesn't move his hands. He doesn't move at all.
"How do you feel about the rain now," she whispers and he doesn't know if he can answer because she's literally and figuratively taken his breath away.
But when his breathing becomes shallow again, he whispers back.
"Incredible."
She smiles at him and let's go, and he doesn't want to, but he let's her. But instead of parting fully, one hand remains on his chest. He welcomes the heat emanating from her and spreading through him.
"Donna. About that date-,"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Harvey," she says and she pulls the collar of his jacket a bit tighter around him before she turns around, raises her hand, and tumbles into a cab.
She gives the driver her address.
And cancels her date.
finito.