Young Hearts Fade into the Flood

Unbeta-ed though. Sorry for that.

Here it is, the last chapter of Young Hearts Fade into the Flood. Hope you like it. Not as long as promised but I've had a bit of a writer's block and tons of work. Hope you like it. Don't hesitate to review. I would really appreciate it: the good and the bad. :)

Rating here is "M" for what it's worth.

Chapter 21:

"So according to you, I have this all wrong, right?" Harvey asked with an angry look on his face.

"This has nothing to do with sex. The only thing we've been arguing about is tomorrow's outcome, Harvey," Donna replied.

"Mike told me I can't be with you if I'm not a lawyer anymore," Harvey said, his voice breaking as a small tear fell from his right eye.

"Maybe you can't," Donna said, "but that's something I don't think I can live with knowing."

Donna paused and gave him a kiss on the cheek before saying in the way she had so many times before after an argument or a decisive moment in their relationship, "Goodnight, Harvey."

Donna retreated into their bedroom as Harvey stood, motionless, staring at his suit jacket and tie that were on the couch. Push and pull, Harvey thought. Like a kiss. Like uncertainty.

Donna was twisting and turning in the bed. She didn't know how many times she had tried to close her eyes. She had lost track of time, not knowing whether she had slept even just a little or not. The pitch-dark night made her believe all sorts of things. One thing in particular: Harvey coming into the room, half-naked and burning with desire for her. Fully awake and feeling amidst a sweet dream and a nightmare, Donna jumped out of bed and mustered up the courage to go face him again. She was about to walk out of the completely dark room until she bumped into him, her chest colliding with his.

"You're here," she chocked and added, "didn't hear you."

"Been here for a while," Harvey admitted.

She couldn't see his face. He couldn't see hers either. She froze on the spot when she felt his hands fall gently to her waist, pulling her against him, pressing her hips to his hardened core. He gripped the hem of her shirt. It sent shivers down her spine and other places.

"What are you doing? I thought you…" Donna asked, feeling his touch on her skin as he was pulling her shirt up more and more.

"I'm doing the talking," Harvey let out, caressing her arms while slipping each sleeves off them and added softly, "I'm an idiot. Only the thought of you could put me back together again and I almost screwed that up tonight. Thank you for wanting me and doing everything you can to get to me." He discarded the piece of clothing, enwrapping her upper body with his chest and arms.

"I don't care who you are, I want you. I need to be with you," Donna said feeling desired and the upmost desire for him. The kind that had nothing to do with being tipsy; it was just her going into a sweet daze brought up by the darkness of the room, the sound of his voice and his touch. All these things were being eroticized to extremes. Wonderful extremes.

"Take your panties off," he said towering her and pressing her body against hers as if they could collide further into each other, forcing her to walk backwards towards the bed.

"Yes," she complied, biting her lower lip as she heard him do the same with his boxers.

"There isn't one second I'm not yearning for you," he said and added, "I know I don't deserve you. But I want to be able to tell myself one day that I do."

"Harvey...," she said searching for his face in with the dark with the palm of her hand, "if you could see my face right now, you would shut the hell up and kiss me."

Harvey took her violently in his arms, and shoved her onto the bed. Their exhilarated bodies writhed in sweet agony from more kissing and fondling of body parts. He could taste his favorite alcohol from her mouth. But it was her body sent and perfume that sent him raving about her. "You're beautiful. You smell so good," he had said. They were at their most serious. Never laughing. Never smiling. But they were happy. Lost in each other's touch. He caressed and licked her; she called his name multiple times. She took him in his mouth; he moaned, losing it. She climbed on top of him once or twice. His thrusts went from delicate to forceful and back to showing her how she ignited his soul. He pulled her back under him. He made her come once, twice until there was no point in counting. He felt the weight of the world disappear when he came inside of her.

Tomorrow was another day indeed.

Donna woke up to an empty bed and a vivid headache. She was exhausted from the lack of sleep. The good kind of exhaustion but headaches never felt good, whatever the cause. She remembered falling asleep next to him. Concerned, she put her bathrobe on and exited Harvey's bedroom and its white and grey-painted walls, wondering why he wasn't still in bed with her. She had taken a tumble and it seemed hard to get back up again. She noticed his clothes were on the couch but he was nowhere in sight. She was about to retreat into the bedroom to grab some aspirin when he opened the secondary bathroom door on the opposite side of the living room.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," Harvey said, pulling at the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

"You didn't," Donna said, hanging on to her bathrobe protectively.

"I have to go to physical therapy this morning," Harvey said, "I won't be home before the hearing so you'll have the apartment to yourself."

"I don't want to have the apartment to myself," Donna asserted, crossing her arms over herself as she watched him walk over to where his clothes were on the couch. The meaning behind her words hit him like a rock in the face.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Harvey explained and slumped against the cushion on the sofa. He sighed and stated matter-of-factly: "You're angry I left the room."

"I won't mention how important it is to have a morning after but never mind, I'll go make some coffee, you can go take a shower if you want," Donna said, heading for the island counter.

"No need, I'll grab one at the rehab center," he said, taking his top off. She saw his reflection in the oven's glass-door. She turned around slightly and observed him; he wasn't as brawny as he used to look before the accident but definitely solid. Excitingly solid, yes, Donna thought. Scars on his chest and back; physical reminders of a loss that might have been. He put a white t-shirt on and as he pulled his bottoms down she turned around. Harvey noticed her reaction and decided against making a comment, putting his tracksuits on instead. Not everything was resolved between them. People who say 70% of a relationship revolves around sex are wrong. If sex is amazing it's just 30% of a relationship. The remaining 70% is about building a life together. Shitty statistics…, Harvey thought. Things that happen in the dark should remain in the dark, right?

"Do you... want coffee?" Donna asked, making a fresh pot.

"Sure," he said and added, "one sugar's enough, now, though."

"Do you still want vanilla?" Donna asked, biting her lower lip for the splash of vanilla had always been her personal touch. She cursed herself for letting the cutting remark escape her.

"I always want vanilla," Harvey replied, signaling his full commitment to her despite their recent argument. His words froze her on the spot and she licked her lips before gulping unspoken words.

Heading into the bedroom, Harvey grabbed his favorite black Tom Ford suit from the closet. If today was his last day as a lawyer, at least, he would go out in style.

She poured him a cup of coffee, added two sugars and a splash of vanilla. He walked back into the living room at the exact same moment she wanted to head in again. She tried to move past him without a look but he grabbed her hand with his free one.

"Today's important for me Donna, I want you there… at the hearing." She could hear his voice crack and her eyes rose up instantly.

"I'll be there, Harvey," Donna said and switched her eyes from his and back to his firm grip on her hand.

"What I said last night," Harvey began, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and added, "I have no idea how to…"

"Harvey, don't. Don't try to have that talk with me. I don't have the key to our relationship. The only thing I can offer you right now is that mug, on the countertop," she said and watched him let go of her hand –not without difficulty and a good ten seconds. He then dropped his suit on the couch and walked to the kitchen island. He took the mug in his hand and drank the hot liquid.

"I thought I told you–" he said after one sip.

Donna cut him off, saying: "Harvey Specter doesn't drink his coffee with one sugar and a splash of vanilla. You're not alone, Harvey and you are definitely not just one person and I'm..." she trailed off and added, "So yeah, the metaphor aficionado in me doesn't want you to have just one sugar in your coffee. Sue me if you don't like it anymore, I don't give a shit."

"So this is all you have to offer right now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded and said before closing the bedroom door behind her, "You made love to me last night, Harvey and whether you like it or not, you and I are in this together with our memories, our mistakes and good deeds. There are things I want to hold onto… especially things that have to do with you. Do you remember how good it felt to be this way? You and I? Me figuring out what you needed before you even had to ask. I wasn't wrong last night and you know it."

He stared at the door where she stood only a second ago; how her face looked younger for a minute and her slender figure less… nothing for she looked as perfect as ever to him. Time is not always of the essence.

"I do know it," he mumbled to himself before finishing his coffee, enjoying every single drop of it as if it were his last chance of drinking the beverage.

5 o'clock in the afternoon came faster than all of the PSL crew had thought it would. Harvey had gone to physical therapy and had had lunch with Louis to discuss his potential removal from the firm, Donna's future as COO and Mike's. Louis had told him he had tried, on several occasions, to enquire after the committee's decision but to no avail. Their lips had been sealed. Harvey had told Louis he knew he had done everything he could. Louis offered his services, alongside Mike's, to help him get his license back if the verdict weren't in his favor. Harvey never agreed to Louis's help but offered him a hug instead; this sign of affection had taken Louis by surprise and he had said, holding back tears: "I'll keep your buy-in anyway and manage your investments so you'll never have to feel scared financially at least."

"I know you will, Louis," Harvey had said and patted his friend's shoulder in a comforting way.

At around 3 PM, Harvey asked Mike to join him at the Harvard Club. A half hour later and two glasses of Mccallan in, Harvey began to panic, fiddling with this cufflinks.

"Is Louis really driving to Newark to pick Jessica up?" Mike asked, trying to divert his friend's attention from the main subject at hand: the hearing.

"Yes, why?" Harvey asked, letting go of his sleeves to finish his drink.

"Have you seen the way he drives?" Mike asked, with a scared look on his face.

"Says the guy who didn't have his driver's license until a few months ago and replies the man who had a car accident," Harvey replied.

"Good point," Mike said, realizing his joke hurt a little too close to home.

"Speaking of which, I asked Louis to make you name partner," Harvey let out.

"Wait? What? No, Harvey this is too…" Mike began but Harvey cut him off.

"He has been thinking about it for a while too so if you want to say no, make sure it doesn't have anything to do with my disbarment or that you believe clients still think you're a fraud and that it would tarnish the firm."

"But I can still say no, right?" Mike asked with a smug.

"Of course, it's a free country," Harvey said, seeming jaded and signaled the waiter to bring them two more glasses of scotch.

"I think you've had enough, Harvey," Mike insisted and called off the waiter.

"Why because I don't want to have to rack my brains over that incoming verdict," Harvey retorted

"It's never been a trial therefore it's not a verdict," Mike stated, shaking his head.

"Even so, it'll be a decision and a fact. A life altering one at that because I'll never be able to practice as a lawyer and I've no intention of becoming a fraud," Harvey countered, staring at the wooden table that stood between him and Mike.

"That was low! But I get it, you can't face it. So don't go! Hell, I'll give you their answer later," Mike said and added, "but if you go, stop drinking, man the hell up and face your future because the Harvey Specter I know wouldn't give up without even a semblance of a fight."

"I'd rather not know the outcome, I was fine with not knowing," Harvey said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You're not afraid of the answer Harvey because you already know the answer," Mike began and added, "You know you'll always be a lawyer at heart but what you're afraid of is Donna's reaction; because it is the unknown. You've always been with her as a lawyer. The question you keep asking yourself is how can you be with her when you're not a lawyer?"

"And now you wish to tell me there is a problem with this question?" Harvey asked, knowing where his friend was going with this.

"Of course this is what I'm gunning for, you haven't been a lawyer with her ever since you woke up," Harvey stated.

"And look how that turned out!" Harvey lashed out.

"You got her back," Mike said.

"No, not really… she didn't really get me back," Harvey countered.

"Well, maybe it's time she did," Mike finished.

"Are you saying I should commit to her?" Harvey asked before adding, "I told her I didn't deserve her last night."

"Haven't you been committed to her for thirteen years already?" Mike asked back but added before Harvey could say anything, "This has nothing to do with it; you want to know that she doesn't love you because she owes you her job and her money. You didn't buy her affection, Harvey. She loves you. And trust me, if there is one woman on this Earth who'll take the good and the bad, it's her. You've said it yourself; she places her loyalty to you above everything else,"

"How can you know all this?" Harvey asked, confused.

"Unless… unless this isn't about you deserving her," Mike trailed off before adding, "You doubt her loyalty. You've never doubted it before, why would you start now after everything? How can you separate love from loyalty?"

"She let me hang out to dry for six months, Mike!" Harvey lashed out on Mike, hitting the table with his fist.

"No, Harvey, she didn't think herself worthy of you," Mike explained.

"Why do you think I sped up with that damn car?" Harvey said, practically spitting on Mike.

"You were expected somewhere?" Mike asked with open palms.

"I had somewhere to go," Harvey admitted.

"Where you going there for her?" Mike asked with a confused look on his face.

"Of course I was," Harvey sighed.

"See Harvey? This, right here is your problem. I'm your friend and so is Donna; we're not here to play some fucked up board game with you. This isn't an enigma, this is your life with her we're talking about, be clearer," Mike said, angrily.

"Are you saying Donna and I don't communicate?" Harvey asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm saying you're way past the need to communicate," Mike laughed and eventually reasoned, "What you guys have been through speaks for itself. You need to take action."

Harvey swallowed nervously as actions he had envisioned taking were stuck in that car with him when his head was full of dreams. Harvey shook his head and told Mike he would meet him at the hearing.

"Say hi to Tiffany for me," Mike stated, watching his friend stand up from the corner of his eye.

Rachel had no idea how long she had been holding her best friend's hand in 26th floor assembly room. They had been in the hearing room for about an hour; maybe an hour and a half waiting for everybody else. As well as the man of the hour himself: Harvey Specter, as well as his not-so-criminal-anymore accomplice, Mike Ross. Many of Manhattan's top twenty attorneys were present – waiting for the man who had survived a coma to show up and see if he would fair just as well in the law department after today's decision.

"They're definitely not here to support him," Donna had told her friend, shaking.

"Some of them are here for the show, some just to see if he is disfigured or if the accident has changed him. But most of them are here because they want to know if they're going to have fight him and lose in court within the next twenty years or so," Rachel explained.

"He's not a freak of nature, he's only human; and Harvey can lose," Donna asserted, sighing.

"Yes but we've always been very good at hiding that fact because when Harvey loses, he always does it to help us win in another area," Rachel said, squeezing her friend's hand in reassurance.

"Like when he dropped the Liberty Rail case, letting them get away with murder to save me?" Donna asked, quirking an eyebrow and added, "You know that's when he first told me he loved me."

"You never told me it was the first time he'd said it," Rachel replied and gave her friend a smile that meant she was expecting more information.

"And I never told you how much I wanted him to stay that night," Donna said, trying to focus on positive thoughts.

Craig Seidel, Anita Gibbs and the rest of Character and Fitness committee sat down on their chairs. Donna began to panic for Harvey was still a no show.

"Is Mr. Specter in the building?" Craig Seidel asked the PSL crew.

"I saw him earlier, sir," Louis replied.

Mike stood up next to him and added: "Saw him over an hour ago, he should–"

"This hearing is about him, Mr. Ross," Anita Gibbs began and added, "we all have work to do or lives to go back to, so we will begin without him. Mr. Seidel?"

"Fine, hopefully he'll be here before we give our decision," Seidel continued.

"Shouldn't Mr. Malik be present as well?" Rachel asked, standing up as well.

Donna couldn't help but look at all her besties and think how protective of Harvey they all were. She admired them so much. She only wished she could display the same amount of strength for him.

"Miss Zane, Andrew Malik was made aware of our decision a few hours ago and decided, out of respect for Mr. Specter not to show," Gibbs explained.

"Out of respect? What the hell is this?" Louis asked in disbelief.

"Mr. Litt, I cannot hold you in contempt since this isn't a court nor am I judge, but I can have you removed from this assembly if I have to," Seidel explained.

"Then I will ask for a review. I'm doubtful as regards the partiality of this jury. Mr. Litt is right to question the legality of the decision to tell Mr. Malik," Jessica jumped in.

"That won't be necessary; I'm ready to hear whatever they have to say," Harvey suddenly appeared in the doorway, surprising the crowd. He moved past many lawyers who were gauging his every move, eyeing him suspiciously. Harvey didn't seem to care. Instead he winked at Louis and walked up to where Donna was seated and asked the gentleman to her left to exchange seats with him which the gentleman inevitably agreed to.

"Mr. Specter, you should come and sit over–" Gibbs began but was cut off by a very polite and gentle Harvey.

"I'm fine where I am, Miss Gibbs, if you don't mind?" he asked, taking Donna's hand, covering it with both of his; holding it close to his right thigh.

"As you wish, Mr. Specter," Anita said. Her face was impossible to read.

"Mr. Specter, as you already know, in light of the particulars surrounding your situation we decided to wait before giving you our decision," Seidel began and added: "I will begin with the decision we took eight months ago."

"It's okay, I loved you before, I love you now and I'll love you–" Donna said, feeling Harvey's hand squeezing hers mechanically.

He gulped once or maybe twice waiting for Seidel's words and eventually cut her off: "Cheesy, much?"

"Stop squeezing my hand and grow a pair then," Donna replied with a smirk, squeezing his hand in return.

"It was the jury's unanimous decision to suspend your license indefinitely because of your personal conduct on several occasions. Eventually, Mr. Malik appealed for a complete disbarment," Seidel continued and added: "Miss Gibbs, please continue since you are the one dealing with Mr. Malik's appeal."

"Thank you Mr. Seidel," Anita Gibbs began and added: "Mr. Malik indeed asked for a complete disbarment with additional evidence against Mr. Specter."

Harvey stared into Anita Gibbs' eyes and noticed something different about her; something soft had emanated from her usually unfazed and sometimes harsh features. She took off her glasses and said: "You know I don't particularly hold you in my heart, Mr. Specter but seeing you today makes me see why my decision was the right one to make. You're a fighter Mr. Specter and you are still standing before our jury; a jury of your pairs. You're not fighting us, you're fighting for yourself. Mr. Malik tried to fight our decision on unfounded accusations; therefore I rejected his motion to appeal. My sincere congratulations on your recovery, Harvey," Anita Gibbs switched her eyes back onto Seidel, signaling for him to continue.

"Today is your last day of suspension, Mr. Specter," Seidel began and added: "Last day as a free man and as of tomorrow, you are or should I say you will be a law-abiding lawyer again if you still wish to practice law."

"I guess that's the sweetest of dreams," Harvey stated with a small smile.

"And that's what I call final!" Mike exclaimed almost jumping out of his seat. The entire PSL crew stood up, each having their turn at patting Harvey's back and congratulated the jury on their great decision-making process.

Harvey hadn't let go of Donna's hand the entire time. He began to stare at it before pulling her into a gentle hug. He parted her flaming red hair to the side and rested his fingers on the back of her neck.

Donna was holding on to him tightly and heard him say in the crook of her neck, "Damn, I love the law but I love you so much more."

Harvey noticed Seidel and Gibbs were coming up to where they were and disentangled himself from Donna and waited for either of them to speak.

"How does it feel to be a lawyer again?" Seidel asked, shaking Harvey's free hand.

"Despite not knowing that I wasn't, I can't tell you how happy I am to know where I stand," Harvey said and licked his lips before adding, perplexedly, "but what made you decide to suspend me exactly?"

Anita Gibbs jumped in before Seidel could reply and said: "It doesn't matter, really; let's just say we all had a little grudge to take care of against you. You know exactly what we meant by indefinitely. There was no point in not rehabilitating you. I think we all wanted to punish you temporarily because of your past decisions and shenanigans. And as far as I'm concerned, as long as you don't hire anymore frauds, you and I are good, Mr. Specter."

"And you get a bit of a hold on me in the process?" Harvey asked with a smug smile on his face.

"You'll have to argue that one with Mr. Cahill," Anita retorted with a laughing smile.

"So what was the official ground for my suspension?" Harvey asked, caressing the small of Donna's back.

"You punched Mr. Malik in the face for no apparent reason; simple misdemeanor," Seidel shrugged, "I hope Ms. Paulsen won't mind."

"Being the no apparent reason? Absolutely not." Donna shook her head, "I'm just wondering how Mr. Malik took it."

"Very badly," Anita Gibbs added with a smirk.

"I think the hatchet is definitely buried, Mrs. Gibbs," Donna said, holding out her hand for Anita to hold.

"Oh but you were right about me the first time, Ms. Paulsen. I'm still a you-know-what but I guess I'm not so cold and heartless," Anita said accepting the kind gesture.

"And how do you think these three legged people would be able to handle themselves if we weren't?" Donna winked at Gibbs.

"Does he know how lucky he is to have you in his life?" Anita asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He can speak for himself and say he's been the luckiest for over half of his adult life," Harvey stated, looking fiercely protective of Donna.

Shaking Harvey's hand, Anita Gibbs added before departing: "Well then, I'm hoping to see you in cou…. elsewhere soon, Mr. Specter."

Seidel bowed out of the conversation by saying, "Well I for one don't want to face you in court, you require too much stamina and I'm getting too old."

"Do you think I require too much stamina?" Harvey asked the woman next to him.

"Harvey? You don't require stamina but high maintenance, good thing I'm an expert in you," Donna said, her nose closing in on his, touching it slightly. "Wanna get…"

"Hey guys," Louis said, preventing Donna from finishing her sentence. "We're gonna get some drinks at the office. And then Jessica's buying dinner."

"Louis!" Jessica stated from afar.

"Okay, I'll take it out of the associates' pocket," Louis retorted.

"Louis?" Jessica scolded.

"Joking!" Louis explained.

The entire 50th floor was dim-lit; Louis had sent everybody else home and given them the next day off. The gang had been drinking or as they'd kept on saying, abusing drinks inside the executive kitchen for the past two hours, "Hey, you know the new name partner was actually ready to hire a new fraud" Mike said, winking at Harvey.

"Okay, 9:30?" Jessica said, checking the time on her Hermes watch and added, "Let's go have dinner, I'm buying," Jessica said.

Louis cheered and Rachel patted him on the back, smiling.

Mike rolled his eyes and said: "Thank you Jessica cause now we're not going to hear the litt-up of it until the wee hours of the night."

"Told ya she'd pay!" Louis said, exhilarated.

"Is that what he bet on twenty minutes ago?" Jessica asked, unfazed.

"We never should have allowed him to take that vodka pruny," Rachel scoffed.

The blond, the headmistress and the ex-paralegal took their coat off and realized they would probably only need a table for three.

"Are you guys coming?" Mike asked, knowingly.

"We'll be right there," Harvey said not taking his eyes off the woman drinking scotch against the kitchen countertop.

They closed the door on their way out and but kept on talking louder than they might have intended to.

Harvey and Donna chuckled in unison when they heard them say questions and answers ranging from 'do you think they'll ever show?' and 'do they even know where we're going?' to 'I'm definitely not waiting for them."

Harvey suddenly rose up from his chair, making it balance and went to lift the object of his affection up on the countertop. He hiked up her dress slowly so as to stand between her legs. He titled his head back and watched her place her arms around his neck. He completed the warm embrace by meeting her halfway, placing his hands on her waist. He didn't want to speak. Not yet. She seemed not to want that either. Instead, his lips began seeking hers briefly, sweet kissing each of her lips, angling his mouth differently each time until she darted her tongue out between his parted lips. With their hearts on fire they were warming up to something good.

"French kissing… and moa…ning," Harvey hummed against her mouth his own tongue battling against hers; leading up to a match they would both win if they continued their DPA.

"Shut up, Harvey," Donna retorted, loosening his tie until she could unbutton his collar and eventually landing plump kisses on his neck, spending some time near his Adam's apple.

"Just remember how much I want you right now," Harvey said, stopping their kiss and slight beginning of an undressing process. He asked her to take his hand and began leading her out of the executive kitchen.

Never letting go of her hand, he took her to Rachel's office.

"You want to have sex here?" Donna choked on her own words, wide-eyed.

"See that's the funny Donna I've missed so much, I hope your toast at Rachel's wedding will mention the fact that at least you and I never had sex in the file-room," Harvey said.

"That's mean! Kind of a low blow! And how do you know about that again? Forget it… Mike, you guys are truly worse than us women," Donna said hearing him chuckle.

Harvey laughed some more at his antics.

"And you think the executive kitchen's better?" Donna asked, jaded.

"Took them ten minutes to do it; 'took us over a decade to almost do it!" Harvey retorted and added, "you and I are professionals!"

"Professionals at heartaches, you mean?" Donna asked, hitting just a bit too much where it hurt without realizing it.

"Those make for some great love stories, don't they?" Harvey let out.

"What's going on with you? I've never seen you like that," Donna asked, intrigued.

"Rachel's office is where you and I first started at Pearson Hardman." Harvey stated as if indifferent to her question. His feelings were far from indifference though.

"I know…" Donna said, curious.

"The place of salvation… when we left the DA's office we started anew here. You called me on my bullshit regarding Jessica and how I thought I'd never make senior partner," he explained.

Donna realized he was in a pattern mod – not in distress – but like a machine or a compass always pointing north. They walked in the long corridor leading up to her old cubicle. It bothered her for a moment that he made no mention of it; to her it had always been part of a two-spaces-into-one kind of thing.

"My old office, now Mike's, still Pearson Hardman and then Pearson Darvey, then Specter and sometime later just plain Pearson Specter Litt. The place where you objectified my balls every second of every day," Harvey said.

Donna couldn't help but let a small laugh out at his comment.

"Your old cubicle. My favorite spot to be honest. That threshold where you left me; but not before telling me you loved me." Harvey sighed, watching her attentively and added: "When you think about it, I told you I loved you before I left your apartment. And now I think it says a lot about us. People say I don't run away from fights but I do. I did that night. You never did. You said you loved me after saying you were leaving me. That takes balls. You supported me here, through rough times; landing me a hand, hanging my boyhood on the wall and bringing feelings I was holding back on into my life."

They moved to the other side of the main corridor in silence; a melancholic tension building around each of them: different apprehensions and jailed into their own emotional bubbles.

"This is Jessica's old office; my new office. I don't really care about it. I'm just a former managing partner now just name partner. And I'm fine with that. But what I'm more interested in is this office to the left," he said pointing at the COO's office.

He led her into her office.

"Okay, now you're scaring me," she said definitely feeling less at ease than she did four minutes ago. He went to the window and began to stare aimlessly at the night sky. She was about to join him to take in the view when he turned around and walked up to her and kissed her passionately.

Parting his lips from hers he rested his forehead against hers and said: "This is where you made me realize how much of a fool I was all those years. When my life's goal, its entire meaning was staring right back at me all this time. This is where you kissed me… let me have this room with you, just this one. This chapter. This room. This rectangular space where something incredible happened: you opening my eyes. This is where I want to ask you to..." Harvey lost his words, words that seemed to have ruffled Donna. He began searching through his inside jacket and took out a small purple ring box.

"I wanted to do it the night I crashed my car into that pole. I was going to Tiffany's to buy you a ring and ask you. But I didn't. And now I am. Donna, you've been more than a wife to me but would you mind having the honor of bearing that title?" Harvey asked, opening the box and revealing a silver ring.

Donna gave him a quizzical brow and said, "Harvey… this isn't an engagement ring."

"No, I know, I'm one step ahead. It's a wedding band," Harvey said with a small smile, "I'll get you all the engagement rings money can buy. I know women like them because they're expensive and full of carats. Like all those bags I bought you…"

"Any man can buy you a bag but not your boss," Donna acknowledged.

"Buying you bags or flowers reminded me of how it felt like not to be your boss for a moment," Harvey clarified as well.

"Where is yours?" She enquired, a tear falling from her right eye.

"It's in my left pocket," he said and pointed at his pants.

"May I?" she said and he nodded. Donna laughed as she put her hand inside his pocket to look for the ring eyeing him standing and still holding out the ring box to her. She took out the bigger ring and looked at it.

"As your secretary I never would have allowed you to make a proposal like that to the object of your affection. But as I haven't worked directly for you in a long time, I think I have no say in that, do I?" Donna asked.

"No, I'm cheesy. I can't help it but I'm also conniving and manipulative. I change the rules, remember?" Harvey said, giving her his most handsome stare.

"Win a no win situation," Donna agreed.

He nodded back.

"You won the day I met you, Harvey," Donna said giving him her hand so he could put the ring on her left ring finger.

"So I was right when I said you wanted sex," Harvey winked at her, hiding the emotion that was submerging him as much as he could.

"And I know how eager you were to give it to me back then," Donna replied, taking his hand in hers and putting the ring on it.

"But you weren't just a pretty face," he let out.

"No, I wasn't," Donna said and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before adding, staring at the ground, "you know we'll have to take these off on W-day, right?"

"Your mouth speaks but those aren't the words you want to say, you don't care about that yet," Harvey said, tilting her head back. His stare piercing through hers, he added, "Say what's truly on your mind, Donna."

"I might not be able to give you a child anymore, and I'm not saying 'I' like I'm the only one who can do it, reducing myself to some bullshit stance against femininity, feminism and whatever else. I mean, physically, Harvey…" Donna's voice broke.

"Won't stop me from trying to give it to you," he winked at her; a small tear falling from his eye too. "And give it to you goooood," he joked, putting aside considerations on parenthood which belonged to the uncertainty category of their life together.

"Look at us, crying and signaling yes to each other without saying it," Donna said, pulling him into a hug, "What kind of old married couple are we?"

"The best," Harvey let out nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

Such a monumental event could not go by unnoticed. Yet, no one saw it but them. Fiery hearts that were once young would burn out into a flood of bliss and wash away their owner's pain.

-The end

Hope you guys enjoyed the ending. It's a bit bittersweet, I suppose but I wouldn't have them anyway considering the turn my story took. Can't wait for 7B though... maybe I'll write more. So sorry for the wait again. Review xD