We're at Work, Harvey

Author's Note: I know, I know, I know. I should be working on the next installment of ATYWG, but the wonderful Dina (canopener206 on Twitter) sketched a beautiful drawing of Darvey in the executive kitchen of the firm, and then, this was born.

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Oh, and Nathalie, I blame you, too. ;)

It was going to be a long night.

Scratch that.

It was a long night.

Donna glanced at her watch, and then back at the pile of résumés that she had yet to peruse and groaned aloud. It had been bad enough that date night had to be postponed because neither of them could reasonably put off their work without running the risk of Faye using it as yet another excuse to go after one of their votes.

She looked ruefully down at the dress she'd chosen to wear today in anticipation of their night out. The light pink fabric clung to her curves in all the right places and Harvey's gaze had been drawn more than once to the zipper that ran down the full length of the dress in the front.

She'd deliberately sat across from him at the partners' meeting earlier that day, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed being the reason his mind wasn't fully on whatever Faye was droning about. They'd both get the details from Louis later, anyway. And on their way out of the conference room, she'd sidled up behind him, her hands reaching subtly under his jacket to tweak his behind.

"Donna!" He hissed and stopped near the door, turning around to look at her, while the others shuffled past them out of the room.

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening in mock-surprise.

He leaned closer, ignoring Louis who was still lingering near the door, eyeing them with a mixture of curiosity and disgust, "Not at work. Your rule. Remember?"

His words were belied, however, by his darkened pupils and his ears which had turned red, and though it was hidden under his shirt, she knew his neck was flushed, as well.

"You're right. I'm sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "But, just know that I can't wait for tonight."

He smiled, reaching between them to squeeze her hand, "Me too. And I can't wait to get you back for what you just did."

Donna sighed. That had been before Faye had saddled her with a towering pile of résumés that needed "further vetting, because of this firm's history of partners hiring unworthy candidates".

Donna had bristled at the implication at both Mike and Harvey, and seeing Faye's knowing smirk at her reaction hadn't helped matters.

Bitch.

And then Harvey had poked his head into her office an hour later to inform her that he and Samantha had an impromptu dinner with a client that he couldn't get out of. She'd seen the apology and desperation in his eyes, and she'd seen him off with a promise to meet him back at his place.

Except, it was already 9:30 PM.

Harvey had still not returned from his dinner, and she'd texted him to tell him to go home without her.

Donna hadn't even made her way through a quarter of the résumés. On any other day, she'd have taken them home and worked on them from the comfort of her bed. But, she and Harvey had made a pact not to let work interfere with their time together, and she was determined to keep it that way. She also knew that if she didn't work through at least half of these résumés, she'd be unable to fully enjoy her time with him.

And so, here she was.

Staring unseeingly at a single line on the page, she felt her mind turn numb from the sheer volume of information leaping from the résumé of a potential associate who had listed everything from his involvement with the local shelter to his love for tabby cats.

Was he related to Louis?

Coffee. She needed coffee.

She grabbed her favorite mug from her desk and trudged towards the executive kitchen. The firm's coffee wasn't exactly like Harvey's, but it'd hopefully see her through one more hour of drudgery before she could go home to his arms.

Passing the bullpen, she spied a single associate - Samantha's, she guessed - still glued to his screen. His lean tie was askew and his hair mussed from the bazillion times he'd run his hand through it. He reminded her so much of Mike and she felt her heart pang at how much she missed her friends who were now running their own band of associates on the West Coast.

She stepped over to him and insisted that he go home, informing him that Samantha would be more than understanding about it. She had to hold back a laugh when the associate mumbled that it wasn't Miss Wheeler he was worried about, but Mr. Litt. She sent him home, nonetheless; she was the Louis whisperer, after all.

She turned the light off in the bullpen, and then made her way back to the kitchen, her heels scuffing wearily against the floor.

She'd barely stepped up to the coffee machine when she felt it. A soft tingling feeling that crept up her spine, while the hairs on her arms stood up and the muscles in her lower abdomen clenched.

It wasn't fear though, it was anticipation and soon enough…

"Hey," a low voice rumbled in her ear, as two palms landed gently on her waist.

Harvey.

She leaned backward, taking the weight off her own legs and allowed herself to settle fully into his embrace.

"I thought I told you to go home," she said, her hand still clutching her mug.

"I know you did. I didn't exactly relish going home to an empty apartment, though, nor was I going to let my girlfriend be here all by herself when it was supposed to be our night out. I missed you."

She let out a deep sigh when he buried his face into the side of her neck and then bit her lip to hold back a whimper when she felt his lips nip gently at the sensitive skin.

"Harvey, we're at work."

He let out a huff which might have been a laugh and then tugged the mug out of her hands, before turning her around to face him.

"Technically, we aren't. Everyone's gone home. We're literally the only ones left here," he told her, stepping close and boxing her in between the counter and himself.

She slid her arms over his shoulders, and smiled wanly, "Even Katrina?"

He nodded, "Saw her leaving on my way in."

His thumbs were now stroking comfortingly along her waist, and Donna felt some of the weary tension that had been sitting in her shoulders loosen and she slid her arms more comfortably around his neck.

The action brought him even closer to her and he took advantage of the position to gently lift her on to the counter. She pressed her forehead into his and they stood that way for a few moments, simply breathing each other in.

"We should go home," Harvey whispered after a beat, curling his hand into her hair.

But Donna shook her head, "I can't. There's just so much to be done and Faye…"

She felt him stiffen against her, and she hastened to assure him.

"She didn't do anything like last time, but I still don't want to give her another chance to come after us."

He groaned into her neck, again, and Donna felt it rumble through her bones and set her skin on fire. It was almost embarrassing, she thought, how easily his voice and his presence affected her. The first few days of their relationship had kept her in a near-constant state of arousal, that she'd taken to conducting most of their correspondence at the firm over the phone so that he wouldn't catch sight of her flushed features.

She'd cited convenience as a reason for it when Harvey had asked her about it, but she suspected that he was well aware of the real reason for it. And she also knew that it was the same for him, and in his case, it would have been a lot harder to hide.

Well, he wasn't hiding anything now.

She threaded her fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck and tugged on it, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Harvey complied and when his eyes met hers, she knew he'd read the intent in her own, and his lips crashed down on hers. His tongue swiped against the seam of her lips just once before she opened her mouth.

She felt one of his arms encircle her waist fully, while the other hand slid between their bodies to the zipper that rested on top of her cleavage. He stopped when he heard her breath hitch, and gently broke their kiss, a question in his gaze.

Donna hesitated, her eyes taking in their surroundings before moving back to Harvey's face which had now taken on a slightly pleading expression.

"C'mon, Donna," he whispered. "There really is no one here. I promise." His hand came up to cup her cheek, "And if it weren't for Nurse Ratched, we'd be home doing this, and more, anyway."

"We would," she agreed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"And," he moved the hand on her back to the top of her neck, feeling the residual tension in her muscles. "You're tense. You know what helps with that."

She snickered, and Harvey grinned at her before continuing, "Plus, you're one to talk."

Donna raised her eyebrows at that.

"Back in the conference room? I told you to expect payback."

"Payback means you do the same thing I did to you. In front of an audience. There's no one here, Harvey."

She swallowed at his widening grin, "Exactly."

"You're an idiot," she said, pulling him back to her, all objections forgotten. Her lips found his again, while his hand slid back between them, this time tugging the zipper all the way down, exposing her full front to his touch.

She felt her abdomen jump as his warm palms slid under the fabric to push the two halves of the dress further apart, before cupping her bare waist. He broke their kiss and slid his face down the long column of her throat, before resting it just above the curve of her breasts.

"You've been driving me crazy all day with this, y'know?" he said. "And it's not even the first time."

"No?", she gasped, lifting one of her legs - which were now free from the constraints of her dress - to wrap around his thigh.

"No," Harvey replied, placing a wet kiss on her skin. "I know you have one other dress that's similar to this."

Even though her mind was fogged with arousal, Donna cast her thoughts about for what he was referring to, "The black one?"

"Mmhmm," he said, raising his head to capture her lips again. "That one. Do you know how difficult it was for me to restrain myself from taking you then and there in the file room?"

"The file room," she repeated, her brain still playing catch up. "We weren't together, then."

"We weren't," he said, smiling slightly at her dazed expression. "But you know how long I've wanted you, Donna."

"I do," she said, taking hold of the lapels of his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. "You weren't any easier to resist, either. You and your grey three-piece suits."

He laughed at that and helped her get rid of his tie and shirt, before pushing her dress off her shoulders. She let out a low gasp when his palms circled her calves, and pulled her closer, and her legs spread further around his waist bringing her front in contact with the bulge in his trousers.

His lips met hers again, while their hands began to wander. Her nails raked across his back while his own slid up her spine to the clasp of her bra and then down again to the hem of her underwear. He dipped his fingers briefly under the lace, teasing the skin above her ass briefly before slipping out and back towards her bra.

She let out a low growl against his lips, her demand clear and he smiled against her lips before unclasping her bra and pushing it off her arms.

Once bare skin met bare skin, Donna let go of all conscious thought and gave herself in completely to his touch. To him. She felt his fingers trace mindless patterns into her back, while his lips slid from her mouth again to trace a fiery path down to the center of her chest.

"Harvey," she gasped when his mouth finally slid over her breast, and his tongue slipped out to rasp against her hardened nipple. She pushed her chest further into his mouth, the heat from his mouth feeling too much and too little all at once, while one of her legs slid further up his waist.

Twin gasps escaped into the air at that, and Harvey raised his head to look at her, his eyes fully dilated. There was nothing else for it. He gently separated them, his eyes not leaving hers, and then hooked his fingers into the lace of her underwear and tugged them down her legs. Donna barely registered her shoes hitting the ground along with her underwear, because her own hands were busy making short work of his trousers and boxers. She used her bare feet to push them below his knees, before pulling him back to her.

Donna felt him brush his fingers lightly against her center, before moving to grasp her thigh and he slipped inside, filling her to the hilt. The way their bodies slotted together was a testament to how seamlessly their lives had blended together since the night Harvey had stepped across her threshold and swept her into a whole new world.

He just fit.

In her life. In her home. In her bed.

Inside her.

As he began to move, Donna let her head fall back against the tiled backsplash, while he slipped one arm around her lower waist to keep her steady. His other hand slipped over her chest, briefly cupping one of her breasts before sliding down to splay across her stomach. His pace was measured and careful, at first, as though he was intent on letting her feel every inch of him inside her, and so she did.

Her hands found purchase on the edge of the counter, but it wasn't long before it wasn't enough and her arms moved back to his shoulders, encircling his neck. Harvey paused in his movements as he bent forward to secure her in his embrace. Their eyes met, and Harvey leaned down to kiss her gently, before picking up his pace again.

Donna rested her chin against his shoulder, holding on to him for dear life as she felt herself nearing the edge, and before she knew it, he'd carried them both over. She felt him pull her face off his shoulder before his lips were covering hers, muffling both their moans against the silence of the firm's kitchen.

Donna didn't know how long they stood that way, fully entwined and connected. Their stomachs moved in unison against each other as they caught their breaths, and their hands slipped up and down their backs, each one of them attempting to bring the other down from their mutual high.

Once Harvey was sure that Donna was settled, he gently slipped out of her and pushed her to sit more comfortably on the counter. She looked up into his sweaty face and ran her fingers through his damp hair, her nails scratching gently against his scalp.

"I'm sorry our date night was ruined," Harvey said, his voice raspy.

She shook her head, "Nah, it wasn't. It turned out better than I thought it would."

"Good," he said. "Now, can we go home? You haven't had your dinner and a coffee isn't going to cut it. I'll whip us a few sandwiches."

"Harvey," she groaned, the image of the never-ending stack of résumés filling her head again. "I really can't."

"Donna, it's 10 PM, and since when are you beholden to Faye's deadlines?"

"I'm not," she told him, patiently. "But I still don't want to give her any ammunition."

He sighed, "Alright. Maybe, I can help you. I'll order something from the Thai place."

"Harvey, you look dead on your feet, as well," she reminded him. "It won't do either of us any good if both of us are seen to be tired at the same time."

A distant thump from outside shook them out of their conversation, and Donna reckoned it was probably one of the janitors cleaning up for the night. It was close to 10 PM, after all.

They quickly got dressed and slipped out of the kitchen, Donna's mug forgotten on the counter.

As they neared her office, Harvey stopped her, "Are you sure you want to keep going?"

Donna looked at him. His face, though barely illuminated, was full of concern. For her well-being.

Screw Faye, she thought, suddenly.

She was COO. If Harvey, as named partner, had earned his right to do things on his own timetable, she definitely had.

Plus, there was a certain satisfaction to be gained from riling the witch up, especially since the partners had made it clear that she, Donna, wasn't going anywhere.

Faye couldn't touch her. Or Harvey.

And if she tried, they'd face her. Together.

Author's Note: I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you thought.

Reviewers get to have a say in how Harvey and Donna spend their first night away from their new-born. Donna wants a night in, Harvey wants a night out.