Happy Valentine's Day Darvey shippers! I decided to fill a bunch of prompts for Harvey and Donna in honour of Valentine's Day and also just because. My aim is to do fourteen so there will be more coming. I have a list of other prompts already but if you have any that you would really like to see feel free to let me know in a review or private message!

Big thanks to Stef who sent me such great prompts xx

He had no idea she gets weak when he's wearing that cologne.

He's standing in a stuffy, overcrowded ballroom, caught in an inane conversation with one of the senior partners at Calder and Zane when he spots a flash of red hair amongst the crowd.

She catches his gaze almost immediately, quick to detect his obvious boredom – their slight telepathy built over years of silent communication and thoroughly dull events not unlike this one. She politely excuses herself from whatever conversation she was having and approaches him.

She appears at his side, fingers finding the crook of his elbow. She cracks a smile.

"Excuse me, Mr Howland. I need a private word with Harvey."

"Great meeting you," Harvey lies.

Donna steers him away before the guy – Mr Howland, apparently – can interject with another anecdote he couldn't care less about. Harvey beams at her.

"You saved me."

"And not for the first time."

He allows himself a moment to appreciate how beautiful she is, and revels in the freedom of not having to bury the thought a moment after.

"Is it inappropriate if I tell you how hot you look?"

She grins. "Yes. Very."

He leans in closer to her. "And if I kissed you?"

She pinches his arm in warning. "Don't you dare."

He leans in further still, much to Donna's alarm. He turns his head, lips catching her cheek instead. "Later."

When he pulls back, Donna's eyes are closed. "Careful now, we can't let everyone here know how easily affected you are by me," he teases.

"Oh please," she says, though her flushed cheeks belie her words.

Mike wanders over, and Harvey and Donna instinctively separate. He gives them a curious look.

"Donna, I thought I might have a dance with the second most beautiful woman in the room."

"Not with a cheesy line like that," Harvey interjects.

"Rachel ditch you?" Donna says.

Mike clears his throat. "She may have."

Donna sighs, "Alright fine. But this is a pity dance."

Mike grins broadly at her. "Of course."

Donna gives Harvey a quick wink before she slips her arm through Mike's and the two head for the dance floor.

Harvey watches Mike twirl Donna around. He's a terrible dancer, which is exactly what Harvey had expected. Donna doesn't seem to mind though. He feels a slight twinge at the sight of them. Not jealousy, of course. He's just so tired of keeping up the charade that he's not in love with her. He and Donna have played that game far too long already.

Mike dips Donna and she releases a deep-bellied laugh. The song ends and Donna kisses Mike on the cheek, stepping out of his arms.

Harvey sets his drink down on the tray of a passing waiter and approaches her. He slides up behind her, fingers grazing her hips.

"You're not going to dance with everybody but me, are you?"

He feels her body shiver again. She turns around and there's a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Right now, I don't really feel like dancing…"

He furrows his brow. "Do you want to get a drink?"

She ignores his question and steers him off the dance floor. "Donna?" he asks, getting the feeling that he's being whisked away. Donna directs him outside toward the parking lot.

"Donna, what are we doing in the parking lot?" he deadpans.

She all but drags him over to where Ray's car in inexplicably parked. "When the hell did you have the chance to text Ray?"

Her mouth twists into a smirk. "Can't I have any secrets anymore?"

"And also, where's Ray?"

"We made a little arrangement," she says cockily. "I have the car for fifteen minutes, so I suggest we use them wisely."

Harvey can only gape at her as she opens the door to the back seat and slides inside. He immediately follows suit, slamming the door behind him.

Donna dumps her purse on the seat and climbs onto his lap, her gown pulled up to her hips. Her hands frame his face and she kisses him hard on the mouth. His hands slip under her dress instinctively, skimming up the outside of her thighs.

Donna breaks the kiss and moves her mouth to his neck.

"Not that I have any complaints whatsoever, but what has gotten into you?"

She pulls back to look him directly in the eye. Her cheeks are flushed and her lipstick is ever-so-slightly smudged.

"It's that goddamn cologne of yours."

Harvey laughs. "You can't be serious?"

Donna deftly undoes his belt buckle and pulls down his zipper. Her hand slips into his boxers and wraps around his cock, stroking softly.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Donna," his voice cracks, "I wear this cologne at every formal occasion."

His eyes flutter shut as her grips tightens around him. He can practically feel her watching his face – she loves to do that when he's at her mercy like this.

"But I've never been able to do anything about it before," she points out.

"I would never have objected if you did this before."

She stops stroking him, and shoves his shoulders with both hands. "You di –"

He covers her mouth with his own, muffling her words. She bites his lip in return. Harvey reaches under her dress, slipping his hand between her thighs, and oh god, she's so wet already.

"Wait."

Donna groans, "Don't you dare stop."

"Did you go commando?"

"Commando? Jeez Harvey, are we fifteen years old?"

"What? It's totally hot."

"Panty lines," she explains tersely.

He shrugs. "Well, that's a lot less exciting."

Donna rolls her eyes. She takes his cock in hand, positions herself and sinks down onto him in one smooth motion.

"You can stop talking now," she instructs, moving sinuously against him.

It's ridiculously hot. Everything about the moment is; her hair falling messily around her shoulders, her gown pooled around both their thighs, her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress.

He's in awe of her, and stupidly lucky to have her.

Donna speeds up her rhythm and she fists his shirt in her hands. He sneaks a hand back under her dress, thumb skimming her clit.

"Faster," she tells him.

He'd do just about anything she asked right now. He replaces his thumb with his middle and index finger, rubbing her clit in rapid, clumsy circles. Her moans and sighs get a little higher and her entire body tenses, then shakes. His hand continues to toy with her clit while she rides it out.

Harvey doesn't know how on earth he is supposed to look at her throughout the remainder of the evening and not immediately think of her like this.

He thrusts into her only a few more times before he comes with an embarrassingly loud moan. She's draped over him, spent. She kisses him softly before she climbs off his lap and onto the space beside him. He groans at the loss of contact and she laughs at the sight of him.

"Jesus Christ, you're a mess."

"You're beautiful."

Donna blushes, clearing her throat. The woman's confidence level is unbelievable, but she never learned how to take a genuine compliment from him. Probably because he rarely doled them out.

She smooths down his wrinkled shirt, fixes his tie and flattens his hair. She wipes his lips with her thumb, removing all traces of her lipstick. Donna straightens herself out next, adjusting her dress and raking her fingers through her hair.

"This feels a lot like prom night," he says with a laugh.

"Prom? Oh Harvey, I knew you were just one big fat cliché."

They climb out the car and Donna pulls out her phone, presumably to text Ray. After a second she says, "You better get back in there."

"You're not coming?"

"Looking thoroughly fu –" Harvey raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Uh, no," she covers. "Ray will be back in a few minutes to take me home. You, on the other hand, are obligated to be in there. Ray will come and get you later."

"And then what? He'll smuggle me over to your place where you'll kick me out before five a.m.?" he snaps.

"Harvey…"

He holds up a hand to stop her. "No, don't worry, I should know how it goes by now."

Donna glares at him. "That's not fair."

Harvey softens, already feeling guilty for snapping at her. "I'm angry at the situation, not at you, Donna."

Donna steps closer to him, entwining their hands. "I know."

After a moment she says, "Still feel like that dance?"

Harvey smiles and takes her in his arms. For now it's enough.

He also makes a mental note to start wearing that cologne to work.