This is a small update but hopefully enjoyable. I am working on a few fics right now while doing a bunch of school stuff. These are a few fun parts and hopefully make you laugh just a little. Please leave a review because I'm really procrastinating on schoolwork just to give you guys fics.

It comes in waves.

It's open mouth kisses and a burning passion that ignites between them like a log that's been soaking in gasoline for over a decade. Everything feels familiar yet different at the same time. It's the way she touches him like she needs him, like she can't live without him. It's the way his hands shake against her thighs as he presses his fingers against them. It's everything that they'd never had but had always wanted, their skin pressing together and alighted with renewed vigor.

It's the way her breath hugs his skin, how he kisses her like he's never thought about kissing anyone else. It's the moments that they become so connected that neither of them can figure out where one ends and the other begins. It's everything he never new he'd always wanted and everything she'd pretended didn't exist. It's the way her name falls off of his lips and how he pleads for her with just one look. It's how he doesn't remember anything or anyone but her when his face is buried into her shoulder and he's so deep inside of her that she completely surrounds him.

It's the only thing that makes sense and it's the way that nothing else matters. He'd never known these feelings could all exist at once. He knows now that he's felt it all along, knows now that it's called love.

2005

Jessica Pearson sits across a table from Donna Paulsen. It's a damn shame that she knows next to nothing about her right hand's most prized possession, and she does think that with fervor. She thinks that after 4 years she should know a little more about the rather mysterious woman who has been sitting outside of her protege's office, she should know more than just her name and the color of her hair. She doesn't know much, but she wants to know more.

She thinks that Donna Paulsen is an absolutely stunning woman, but that's more of an obvious fact not worth pointing out. But Jessica Pearson also thinks that Donna just might be a bigger asset to the firm than she can even begin to understand. From what she can tell, this woman has done some great things to benefit the firm and Harvey's career. She should probably thank her for not letting the money she spent on Harvey's studies at Harvard go to waste.

She's lost track of the direction of the conversation but the laughter has been the best laughter she's had in a long time. She really feels like Donna is not only a good fit in her life and at her firm, but that she deserves more than an expensive bottle of wine and a $95 bowl of pasta. She doesn't think that she has anything special to offer her and it's most likely not even all that interesting conversation.

"Wait a second," Jessica interjects with furrowed eyebrows, "you were married?"

"It was brief. Didn't last very long," Donna replies around her glass of wine with a wave of the hand, "it wasn't even in the United States."

"I was married as well," Jessice confides, "didn't stick."

There's a long swig of her white wine and it makes Donna's narrow her gaze at her boss's boss. Donna smiles gently, the corners of her mouth mischevious like she has something up her sleeve. Jessica's spent a lot of time reading people and she knows what that look implies. Jessica laughs off the look.

"Marriage isn't for everyone," Donna finally replies.

There's a hint of sadness to her voice and Jessica can't help herself, "why didn't you stay married?"

"It was Spring Break and I was drunk," Donna replies half-heartedly with a shrug, "plus, he was a dick. You?"

"Oh," Jessica acknowledges with a smirk, "I'm a lesbian."

Donna chokes on her drink, the last response she'd expected, and starts coughing. Jessica thought that maybe she'd been more obvious, that someone would have picked up on it, but shockingly even someone as perceptive as Donna Paulsen hadn't been able to tell. She hadn't necessarily wanted it to be common knowledge but she thought the best thing she could do to show Donna her value would be to tell her something that no one else knows.

Donna eventually recovers, "I never would have known."

"Donna, I'm telling you this to show you that your value at the firm extends beyond Harvey. You're important and I want you to know that," Jessica says.

"Jessica, I," Donna hesitates because she doesn't know what to say, "I think that you're a wonderful lawyer and absolutely elegant. Just you inviting me to dinner was more than enough to show me that you value me. But, I don't think that Harvey would like it if this became a frequent event."

"He means a lot to you," Jessica notes.

Donna swallows, "very much so."

"When he told me that you were special I thought he was just saying it to get his way but now I realize that he was saying it because he meant it."

"Jessica," Donna says sincerely, "thank you."

"No," Jessica replies evenly, "thank you."

"Jessica," Harvey says in way of greeting into her office. His voice is soft, humble, like he's coming to her about a problem that he needs help fixing. Her attention immediately settles on him, his voice alone more than enough to know that this is something important to him. "Do you have a minute?"

"Oh this must be good," she practically sings as she leans back in her chair, "for this, I have several minutes."

"It won't take long," he replies. He secures the door behind him and advances further into the room. He loosens the button on his gray jacket before sitting in the chair, her gesture to it unnecessary but present anyhow. He releases a heavy hearted sigh and lifts a soft gaze to her; "I just thought that you should hear it from me before Donna comes back."

In the lull of silence where he pauses to collect his nerves he hears her mutter, oh god.

"We got married a few weeks ago. I know what you're going to say, inner office romance is against policy and you thought that we were better than that-"

"Harvey," she cuts him off with the lift of her palm, "the thing standing between the two of you has never been the often ignored company no dating policy. It's always been about the two of you and to be quite frank, I don't know what made you decide to marry her when you've both been too scared to even go out on one date. I swear to god, Harvey, if you're taking advantage of her-"

"Jessica," Harvey interjects forcefully, "I wouldn't do that. I love Donna. I've always loved Donna."

"You're such a damn idiot," Jessica mutters in annoyance.

Even Donna's fantastic wardrobe couldn't prepare her for the mess she was walking into. Everyone at the office, Harvey most of all, had been preoccupied with so many other things that they didn't keep a stern eye on any kind of order and all of her organization had been lost. It was going to take days, weeks even, to get everything just right but something to do with her hands, with her brain, will be better than the nothing she's had. She thinks that may have been the biggest difficulty while waiting around for the go ahead from her doctor to return to work.

Harvey's eyes have been trained on her for the better part of an hour but the message they are sending is something totally different than she would have thought this morning before he left. He's watching her every move, noting every curve, and she can tell that they aren't on her out of concern. He can't stop looking at her and it only encourages the smirk on her face furthermore. His leg bounces up and down, gaze narrowed on her and slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She's moments away from tossing him a suggestive look when there's a thud on her cubicle.

"Hey, Donna," Louis greets excitedly. His teeth are showing and they look larger than a rabbit's.

"Jesus Christ," Donna eclaims a little too loudly as she nearly jumps out of her skin, "Louis, you scared me."

"It's great to see you, Donna. I missed seeing you," he admits. There's a silence that hovers for a few moments to long and she takes her opportunity to glance at Harvey. His weight is on the balls of his feet like he's prepared to jump to them - her hero. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, Louis, thank you for asking," she replies. Her smile is pleasant until she watches his chest puff out. Her gaze shifts to his movement and her eyebrows furrow in response. She doesn't miss Harvey shuffling in his office on the other side of the glass. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great!" His voice is much louder than necessary, "I got you something."

"Louis, you didn't have to," she replies. She knows what kind of gift it is because it's the same that it always is. It's become a tradition of sorts to give each other tickets to the theatre. "I'm fine, really."

"I wanted to," he insists and extends an envelope to her, "two tickets."

"Thank you," she says with a smile.

Harvey leans heavily against the glass of his doorway, shoulder pressed hard against it with his hands buried deep in his pockets, "did you need something, Louis?"

"I was just hoping Donna would allow me to join her at the show," Louis admits with a pair of shifty eyes.

"She has a date," Harvey replies calmly.

Donna glares at him for a brief moment before she notes that he didn't mean anything malicious by it, he was just trying to let her know that if that's what he wants to do then he'd like to join her. His smile betrays him to a point that even Louis is confused. The silence falls upon them as she shifts her gaze back to Louis, Harvey's eyes still focused in on her.

"I appreciate the offer, Louis, but I'd really like it Harvey were to accompany me," she says, smile apologetic, "maybe next time though?"

"Sure," Louis replies, smile far too wide for it to be real.

She knows that she needs to spend some time with Louis to make him know that they are still friends, but it's detrimental to her heart that she spend all the time with Harvey she can.

Harvey has never lived with another person. In fact, the idea of a roommate has always left him on edge. He hasn't lived with anyone else since college, since he had that roommate who stayed up all night and slept all day, not to mention drove him absolutely crazy with his incessant mess everywhere. The closest he's gotten to roommate are the days that Scottie would visit for days too long like they were playing house.

Living with Donna is no exception. She drives him absolutely crazy. She leaves her shoes everywhere, her jacket on the back of the couch, her dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom and, worse than everything else, he finds so much of her hair in the drain that he thinks she might be going bald. He looks at her hair a little longer than normal to make sure she still has plenty of hair on her head and he's usually left wondering if this is just something that happens to all women. He hasn't yet asked her but over the course of two months he's had to unclog the drain at least ten times.

So, this time when he finds her hair in the drain, because he can almost swear that he unclogged it just two days ago, he screams at her from the bathroom. His screech echoes off of the walls and bounces off of the glass in the hollow bathroom with the larger than life, nine foot ceiling. He grumbles under his breath as the hot water scalds his skin and he wants nothing more than to super glue her hair back to her scalp.

"Why are you yelling at me?" She calls from the doorway.

He steps out from beneath the water and pokes his head out of the door, "are you balding?"

"What the fuck, Harvey?" She snaps at him.

His eyes narrow at her, annoyance settling in his wet eyebrows as he notes her clad in only her bra and panties, "I have to unclog the drain every two days and all I find is red hair."

"I don't have time for your shit," she says with a sigh before she turns on her heel and exits from his view.

Living with her will absolutely make him pull his hair out and she won't be the only one balding. He grunts in annoyance and shuts the show door as he returns to the water. He washes the conditioner and soap off of him before he turns the shower off. He reaches for his towel and dries off before he wraps it around his waist and goes into the bedroom.

He catches sight of her perusing through the closet like she can't decide what she wants to wear. He huffs, "you're really pissing me off today."

"The feeling's mutual," she counters.

"Me?" He scoffs, "I'm tripping over your shoes, cleaning your hair out of the drain, listening to you bitch about how you can't find anything to wear. I'm an angel."

"You're wrong about that," she refutes with hollow laughter, "you don't have any room for me in this apartment. The closet is barely large enough to fit your clothes while I don't have a choice but to leave mine scattered throughout the bedroom. You hate that my shoes are everywhere but won't make any room for me to put them anywhere. And I hope you realize this isn't even half of my clothes."

"Move some of my stuff," he replies with equal force.

She shakes her head, annoyance settling into her voice, "because you'd be okay with that. You don't like it when I leave a magazine on the coffee table but you think I'm going to move some of your stuff so I can move some of mine in?"

"How are we ever going to live together if you don't?"

"Maybe we won't. Maybe we'll be the kind of couple who doesn't live together," she counters.

His eyes shut and he shakes his head. Peeling his eyes open, he comes to the conclusion that he has to give or this will become a rather ridiculous argument that ruins their day. He audibly sighs, prompting her to look at him over her shoulder with her tongue in cheek.

"Donna," he says gently, "if we don't live together then we won't be a couple, and that isn't what I'm wanting at all."

He watches the tension in her shoulders drop, relenting as she turns to face him completely, "I know."

"I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to give up seeing this every morning," he admits as he reaches out to touch her hip.

"I don't know," she says indecisively, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her fingers find the edge of his towel and she gives it a tug, letting the material drop to the floor. He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and she nods in satisfaction. "Now, that's better."