So, this story will be a series of unrelated one shots – most likely all Darvey, but who knows. Some chapters will be longer than others and each chapter will also have all different rating (which will be clearly marked). This chapter is rated M, but the majority of the chapters will not be – hence why the rating of the story is not M.

This is my first go at a Suits fanfic, but I've written for another fandom, so hopefully I'll get the same kind of positive feedback. Although, there are so many great writers on here, that I'm a bit nervous lol.

This chapter is set in the near future of season eight – it's just what I'd love to see happen.

And like I said, this chapter is rated M.

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"So… talk to me about Donna… you two seem very close," Dr. Lipschutz mentions during their third therapy session.

"We are," Harvey concurs. "She was my secretary for almost fourteen years… and now she's COO of the firm," he explains.

"That must've been a big change… spending fourteen years together where her sole focus was only on you and your needs to have her focus suddenly shift to the firm as a whole… how has the transition been?" He wonders.

"Okay," Harvey lies. The truth is he misses her every goddamn day. But, he knows that this is what she wants and he's trying not to be selfish.

"Really?" Dr. Lipschutz counters, picking up on Harvey's uneasy body language.

"It's been… different," he admits. "I went from seeing her all day every day to seeing her… a lot less," he explains. "It's just… it's kind of lonely without her," he admits, surprising himself with his honesty. He hadn't actually realized just how lonely he's been until he said the words out loud. But, it's true – he spent thirteen years with her by his side and now that's she's not, he feels completely alone.

He hadn't realized how much he relied on just her simple presence in his everyday life until she was no longer stationed outside his office. For weeks, he'd catch himself glancing at his desk in search of her, only to remember that she was no longer there. Over the years, he had developed this subconscious habit of watching her whenever he was angry or frustrated or stressed. Just the mere act of looking at her, studying her, as she typed away on her computer or twirled her hair around her finger while she was on the phone – it calmed him.

And well, he's finding that it's a pretty tough habit to break.

"Have you told her that?" Dr. Lipschutz asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

"No," Harvey shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Because… she'd just think I was trying to guilt her into coming back to my desk or something," he responds with a shrug.

"Why would she think that?" Dr. Lipschutz questions.

"Because… historically, I haven't handled her leaving me very well," Harvey explains.

"So, this isn't the first time she's moved on from being your secretary?" the doctor probes.

"Louis didn't tell you?" Harvey asks, raising his eyebrow with the question. He watches the doctor's reaction and knows that his partner must've told him – there's no way he'd leave that out.

"Why don't you tell me?" Dr. Lipschutz retorts.

Harvey sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair, mentally preparing himself for the pain this will ultimately bring to the surface. Still, he's committing to giving therapy a real try this time, so he takes a deep breath and soldiers on.

"Well… a few years ago, there was an incident where she did something stupid in order to protect me and got fired because of it," he explains. "It was awful and I had no idea what to do or how to fix it and the worst part was that I knew she was upset with me and I… I hated it," he continues. "It was the first time in a decade that she wasn't there and I just… I felt so lost without her and the fact that she was angry with me made everything so much worse," he adds.

"But, she came back," Dr. Lipschutz assumes.

"Yes," Harvey nods. "It's a long story, but it turned out that the whole thing was this elaborate set up and anyway… I begged her to come back and she did," Harvey relays.

"Was that the only time she left?" He questions.

"No," Harvey says with a shake of his head, even though he's sure the doctor already knows that answer. "A couple years back, she left me to work for Louis," he informs the doctor. "She eventually came back when Mike was arrested, but… it was one of the worst points in my life," Harvey confesses. "I started having panic attacks," he adds because he knows it's important. "That's when I began going to therapy… with Paula," he explains.

"Ah." Dr. Lipschutz responds as he scribbles down some notes. "Why do you think it had such a profound impact on you?" He wonders.

Another sigh leaves his lips as he scratches the back of his neck while trying to formulate the words. "She was just… she was the one person I never thought would do that to me," he muses. "And I didn't know how to handle it… I didn't know how to survive without her," he adds. "And everything that had happened between us… I just didn't know how to handle any of it," Harvey continues.

"What happened between you?" He questions.

"It's… complicated," Harvey says, trying to dodge the question.

"Harvey, it's important to talk about these things… otherwise, you'll be destined to make the same mistakes," he explains.

Blowing out a slow steady breath, Harvey nods his head in agreement and prepares himself for what he's about to say. "I told her… I told her I loved her, but… I couldn't tell her how," he acknowledges. "And so, she left," he adds with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Why do you think you had trouble telling her how you felt?" the doctor wonders.

"Because I didn't want to lose her," Harvey says with a humorless chuckle.

"And why did you think you'd lose her if you were honest about your feelings?" he wonders.

"Because… she had always made it perfectly clear that I wasn't allowed to have feelings for her," Harvey responds. "She has this rule… she doesn't get involved with people she works with," he explains.

"And yet, she went to work for Louis… you weren't her boss anymore… you could've told her then, no?" He asks.

"I was… I was too angry and… and hurt. I wasn't in a good place," Harvey admits. "And by the time I finally was… I took her out to dinner and I thought… I thought we could… I don't know – it doesn't matter, because by then, she had started seeing someone," he relays, swallowing back the regret he still feels from reliving all of this.

"If she hadn't been seeing someone… what would you have said?" Dr. Lipschutz wonders.

"What?" Harvey asks, knitting his eyebrows together.

"If you had been able to tell her how you felt, what would you have told her?" he clarifies.

"I… I don't know," Harvey responds with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Do you honestly not know or are you just afraid to say it out loud?" the doctor challenges.

Harvey lets out a breath, mulling it over for a moment. "I guess I would've said… I would've told her how important she is to me… that's she's the most important person in my life… I would've told her that I think she's amazing… that no one impresses me more, no one intimidates me more, no one's opinion matters more… I would've said that she's the only person I've ever trusted with all of my secrets… that she's the only person I can ever be completely myself with… that no one could ever know me the way she does – that I've never wanted anyone else to know me that way," he remarks.

"I would've told her that she's the only person I've cared enough about to always listen to, to learn about, to remember," he continues. "I would've told her that she's the one person I can't stand to disappoint… that she's the only person who can talk sense into me – that's she the only one brave enough to call me out on my shit," he says as his lips turn upward in a slightly amused smile.

"I would've told her that she's the only person I could never get sick of spending time with… that I look forward to seeing her more than anyone else in the world… that I miss her when she's not around – whether it's at the office or even when I'm at home," he admits.

"I would've told her that no matter where we are, she's always been the most beautiful women in the room… I would've told her that I do think of her that way… that I always have… even when I've tried not to," he acknowledges.

"I would've told her that she means everything to me and that I don't just need her by my side, I want her by my side…. and not just at work, but… everywhere," he says, practically breathless from his confession.

When he finally chances a look at Dr. Lipschutz, he's thankful that his expression is still neutral – he's not sure he could handle anything else.

"And, everything you just said… it's all still true?" Dr. Lipschutz assumes when their eyes meet.

"What?"

"Well, you used the present tense, so… it seems that you still feel the same way about her," he clarifies.

"Oh," Harvey comments as the idea washes over him. The thing is, he doesn't even need to think about it – he knows. "Well… yeah… I do," Harvey acknowledges. "I'm pretty sure the way I feel… it's not ever going to go away," he muses as it all starts to sink in.

"So… have you thought about telling her?" He asks.

"I… I don't know," Harvey responds, already getting nervous at the mere suggestion. "She doesn't feel the same way," He informs the doctor. "She told me she didn't feel anything when we kissed," he mentions.

"You kissed?" The doctor asks, curiously.

"She kissed me a few months back," Harvey informs him. "While I was still with Paula," he adds. "She said she had to know if there was something between us, but when we kissed, everything she thought could be there, wasn't," he explains, trying his best to hide the hurt he feels from repeating her words.

"Well… given your history with infidelity… is it safe to assume that you were upset by the kiss?" Dr. Lipschutz inquires.

"I was angry, yes," Harvey confirms, the regret washing over him again.

"So, is it possible that her words were just a reaction to yours?" Dr. Lipschutz suggests.

"I don't know," Harvey shrugs.

"Well, Harvey, whether she feels the same or not – I don't think it's healthy for you to continue in this limbo… either of you, really," Dr. Lipschutz muses. "I think you both need to figure out what you mean to each other and whether you're on the same page."

"And if we're not?" Harvey asks. "How would we ever go back?"

"It would certainly take time," he acknowledges. "But if you both work at it, you could get back to that place at some point," he tells him. "However, I think the important thing here is that you need to know one way or the other… and if she doesn't feel the same way, then at least you'll have closure and you can move on… I'm afraid of what will happen if you continue to keep this in," he explains. "What do you think would happen if she met someone? How would that make you feel?" He asks.

"Terrible. Absolutely terrible," Harvey responds, physically cringing at the thought.

"You don't want to wait until it's too late to say something," he reminds him.

"How would I even go about telling her something like this?" Harvey wonders.

"From what you've told me, Donna is a very understanding and sensitive woman. I think you just need to sit her down and be honest," he advises.

"Right… okay… you're right," Harvey decides. "I have to tell her," he continues, as if he's trying to convince himself. "I have to tell her now," he declares, standing up off the couch.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk this through some more?" Dr. Lipschutz questions.

"No, no, I need to do this now… if I don't, I'll probably let another thirteen years go by," Harvey rationalizes as he buttons his suit jacket and makes his way towards the door.

"Harvey," Dr. Lipschutz calls after him.

"Yeah?" Harvey asks, glancing over his shoulder.

"Just… say everything you need to say and make sure you give her time to process. Be patient and calm and don't lash out if things don't go exactly as you want," the doctor advises. "And if you need someone to talk to, I'll have my phone on," he adds.

"Thanks Doctor," Harvey responds before walking out of his office.

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It's been twenty minutes since he left Dr. Lipschutz's office and he's been in a complete daze ever since. He's been running on autopilot the whole way here as his mind races and he's overcome with everything he's been suppressing for well over a decade.

It's not as if this is a grand epiphany he's had. He's been aware of his feelings for a long time, he's just been burying them so deep inside that all of it finally coming to the surface has rendered him a bit overwhelmed.

As the elevator doors open, the severity of what he's about to do finally washes over him and he's momentarily paralyzed. It's not until the elevator doors begin to close that he actually takes a few steps forward.

It's almost eight o'clock and he's not even sure if she's still at the office, but he knows he has to try. Although, as he rounds the corner towards her office, he's honestly not sure what he's hoping to find.

He tells himself that if she's not there, he'll just go over to her place, but in all honesty, he half suspects that he'll chicken out before even making it back down those fifty floors.

It's just… this is a big fucking deal.

He's truly risking everything with what he's about to say and the idea that it could all go so wrong… it scares him more than anything.

Losing her has always been his greatest fear. The thought alone forces a knot in his chest so tangled and tight that he doesn't think it could ever come undone.

Not having her in his life… it's not something he could ever be okay with.

That's why he's always locked his feelings away. That's why her rule is the only ones he's ever cared enough to follow.

Because he's never wanted to give her a reason to leave.

It's only recently that he realized, with the help of Dr. Lipschutz, that it's also the reason he ran to Paula.

When she told him she wanted more… for the briefest of moments, he thought that she was saying she wanted more from him. But then she couldn't tell him what she meant and he knew that he was just getting his hopes up again.

But when he replayed the conversation later that night, it all became clear. She was saying that working for him was no longer fulfilling. She wanted more of a challenge, she wanted more responsibility, she wanted more respect.

And even though he knew that she deserved all of that and so much more, the idea of her leaving him again… it gave him nightmares for a week straight.

That's why he went to Paula.

Because he needed someone for when she left. He needed someone who knew all of his flaws, who would call him out on his shit, who would advise him, who he could be honest with… and Paula was the next best thing.

She was the only other woman he had ever met that came anywhere close to Donna in those aspects. Except, she was much safer than Donna. Because if Paula ever walked away from him, he could survive it.

At the time, it had made so much sense – the two of them together. But now, he's really not sure what he was thinking.

He could've just called her up and made an appointment. He could've started their sessions up again. But instead, he asks her out?

Sometimes, he thinks he's more fucked up than he even realizes.

Dr. Lipschutz says that he was just distraught and lonely and vulnerable and somewhere in his subconscious, he must've thought that weekly sessions weren't enough. After all, he had Donna all day, every day and if he was ever going to replace her, he'd need someone more than once a week for an hour long appointment.

Although the idea that he thought, subconsciously or not, that he could ever replace Donna… it causes an immense feeling of guilt to rush through him.

Somehow that thought makes him feel even more guilt than he experienced after their kiss. The feelings that erupted inside him after she kissed him… the way he never once thought of pushing her away, how he truly just wanted to grab her and pull her closer the second she stepped back, how he desperately wanted to chase after her and kiss her a hundred more times… it wasn't how he was supposed to feel – not when he was with Paula. And the fact that he did, it ate at him.

Even still, he feels infinitely worse for ever hoping that he could find another Donna.

The place she has in his life… he could never fill it with anyone else, he's sure of that. She's too important. She's the most important.

No one else has ever compared.

And, without a doubt, no one else ever could.

When he finally turns the corner towards her office, he immediately halts when he sees her light still on. His eyes instantly land on her, still sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop, just like when he left her almost two hours ago.

He's absent-mindedly fidgeting with his tie as he tries to formulate some sort of plan. The problem is, his heart is beating way too fast and his throat is so dry he's not sure he'll even be able to speak and somehow, his brain has turned into complete mush in the three seconds since he laid eyes on her.

He can instantly feel himself begin to second guess. He's already trying to convince himself that this is a bad idea, that he should just be happy with what they have. He's telling himself that it's going to end badly, that he should just turn around and go home and be thankful that he has her in his life at all.

God, he's such a pussy.

This is exactly why he's let so many years go by. Because he's too damned scared.

And that's just so unlike him. In any other facet of his life, he would never let fear stop him from getting what he wants.

But, she's always been different.

He lets out a sigh as he stands there, watching her nibble on her bottom lip as she tries to concentrate on whatever it is that she's working on. He can't help but smile at the sight. The image immediately transports him back to a time when he'd watch her work right outside his office and she'd do the exact same thing. He never knew why, but it always made him smile.

No, he's got to do this.

He can't let another decade of buried feelings and missed opportunities go by. He can't waste any more time not knowing.

Either she feels the same way and they can actually be happy together or she doesn't and he can finally move on. Either way, he has to know.

And if she does turn him down, he'll just have to do whatever it takes to get back to a place where they can be friends. He's not going to let her disappear from his life. He won't.

After taking a few deep breathes, he finally summons the courage to continue towards her. But the closer he gets, the more he wishes that he had stopped by his office to get something to drink first. He is in desperate need of a scotch. Or five.

God, there is no one else in the world that could ever make him this nervous.

"Donna," he greets her when he eventually steps into her office.

His greeting takes her by surprise, causing her to jump at the sound of his voice. "Harvey," she says, placing her hand over her heart. "You scared me," she adds.

"Sorry," he apologizes.

"It's okay," she assures him with a wave of her hand. "I didn't think you were coming back tonight," she comments. "Is everything okay?" She asks upon noticing the unease in his expression. He's never been able to hide anything from this woman.

"I… yeah," he says as he tugs at his tie. "I just… I was hoping I could talk to you about something," he mentions, trying to sound even the least bit casual.

"Okay…" she says, noticeably suspicious. "What's going on?" She questions.

"Uh… can we sit?" He asks, gesturing towards the seating area in her office.

"Um… yeah, sure," she shrugs as she gets up from her desk and meets him over by her couch. He allows her to sit first and then takes the spot right beside her, sitting closer than he normally would but not close enough that they are actually touching. "You're making me nervous… did something happen?" She pries, the concern written all over her face.

"Well… you could say that," he tells her, cryptically, as he tries to figure out where he's even supposed to start. He probably should've discussed this with Dr. Lipschutz some more, but once he finally made the decision, he had to dart out of there before he talked himself out of it.

"Harvey, just tell me what's going on," she implores, getting rather anxious.

"I… I'm trying," he says with self-deprecating laugh. "I just don't know where to begin," he explains, visibly frustrated with himself.

"Did something happen with Marcus and Kate?" She asks. "Or your mom?"

"No, it's nothing like that," he says with a shake of his head.

"Is it a case? Or a problem at the firm?" She inquires.

"No," he denies. "Donna, it's… it's us," he declares, releasing a breath once he's finally able to get the words from his mouth.

"Us?" She asks, clearly thrown for a loop. "What do you mean, us?" She questions.

"I mean… uh…" he hesitates, once again trying to find the right words. "Do you… do you remember when you told me that I was too afraid to risk anything?" He asks, lifting his chin to meet her eyes.

"Uh… yeah," she nods her head, noticeably becoming more confused with each word he says. She truly has no idea where all of this is going – the fact that he would even bring up that past conversation is surprising to say the least. Dredging up those old memories… it's not exactly something she'd expect from him.

"Well… you were only half right back then," he tells her. "I'm not afraid to risk anything," he informs her. "But I am afraid to risk everything," he says as his eyes lock on hers. "And that's what you are to me… what you've always been… you're the most important person in my life… and I've just never been comfortable risking that without knowing that we were on the same page," he explains. "But I don't know… all these years, I've never felt like we were… so I just… I couldn't risk it," he continues as he nervously scratches at the back of his neck.

"Harvey…" she says, practically whispering his name. He can see it in her eyes, how completely stunned and mixed up she is. He's not sure if she's happy with his words or completely freaked out, but he can't stop now.

"The thing is… I just can't keep doing this with you anymore," he admits, causing her eyebrows to knit together with hurt and confusion.

"What do you mean?" She asks as a flash of worry appears in her eyes.

"I can't keep ignoring this," he says as he gestures between the two of them. "I can't keep burying my feelings for you… pretending that there's nothing here… that I don't want more," he clarifies as the air between them becomes tense.

"Uh… wow… Harvey… wow," she stammers as she leans away from him in shock. He's watching her, trying to search her eyes, but she only makes eye contact for a moment before she's glancing around the room to avoid his gaze. And then, before he has a chance to say anything, she's up off of the couch and anxiously moving around the room, seemingly trying to put some space between them.

The action immediately puts him on edge and he can't help but panic at the thought that she may be rejecting him, that maybe everything he thought they had was just a figment of his imagination.

"Donna, please don't leave," he begs as he stands up and takes just a few steps towards her, careful not to crowd her and cause her to pull away even further.

"I… I'm not," she promises as she turns back towards him. "I'm just… processing," she assures him.

"Okay," he says, nodding his head as he cautiously moves closer to her. "And?"

"And… this is… a lot," she remarks. "It's… it's not something I ever expected to hear," she adds.

"I know," he concedes as he takes one more step forward, so they are within reach of each other. "But I meant it… every word… I really want this… us," he promises.

"I… I don't know, Harvey," she says, unable to meet his eyes.

"Look, I don't need an answer tonight," he tells her before she has a chance to completely rebuff him. He's trying not to get too discouraged, praying this is just her fear talking, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared shitless. "But Donna, there's a reason that neither one of us has ever been able to completely commit to someone else… there's something here," he declares as he once again gestures between the two of them. "And I just know that, if we let ourselves, we could make this work and we could be really happy together… I know we could," he says, quite aware of how unbelievably desperate he sounds. God, the things this woman does to him… he'll never be able to explain it.

She doesn't say anything then and he can't imagine that's a good sign, but he knows he has no choice but to just go for it. After all, there's no going back now.

"Okay," he sighs. "I know that we're gonna have to talk about this some more and you'll probably need some time to think about everything… and I'll respect that," he promises. "But… there's just one thing that I really need to know tonight," he says.

"What?" She asks, the word barely above a whisper, as she raises her chin to finally meet his eyes.

He quickly attempts to calm his nerves as he wordlessly lifts his hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It's clear the action takes her by surprise, but she doesn't seem bothered by the gesture so he considers that as an indication to keep going. He takes a small step forward, erasing some of the distance between them as he slowly caresses her jaw, giving her a chance to pull away if she wants.

Except, she just watches him, curious as to his next move. So, he wraps his hand about the back of her head and gently pulls her forward, still giving her the option to retreat.

But as he closes the distance between them, he doesn't feel her waiver even once, so he finally allows himself to lean the rest of the way in.

And as he eventually meets her lips in a kiss, he quickly loses one hand in her hair while the other one lands on the small of her back, pulling her flush against his chest. He moves slowly at first, not wanting to spook her, but as she continues to respond to him, he gains more confidence and deepens the kiss.

Suddenly, her arms snake around his neck and her nails gently scratch at the back of his head and he honestly feels like he's floating. His lips quickly encourage hers to open, allowing him to re-acquaint himself with her mouth. She is tentative and soft, letting him take the lead as his tongue slides against hers. And the mere act of kissing her like this… it makes him feel like nothing on this earth.

He continues to move his lips against hers as she meets each and every one of his kisses until they're both so desperate for oxygen that they have no choice but to pull away.

As they both catch their breath, he frames her face with his hands and rests his forehead on hers. "Please tell me you felt that," he implores.

A quiet laugh slips from her mouth as she pulls back to meet his eyes, with a smile graces her lips. "Yeah, I felt that," she confirms.

His heart stutters from her confession and he can't help but let out a sigh of relief as he can't help but beam back at her, feeling the kind of happiness he hasn't felt in the longest time. They spend the next several seconds in a hypnotic state, simply staring and smiling, as the hand in her hair falls down her back, tracing her spine and keeping her close.

"Donna," he murmurs as he leans back towards her, his breath mingling with hers. "I'm… I'm in love with you," he says, the confession all but falling from his lips. "I have been for a long time," he adds. "I've just… I've been too afraid to admit it."

Her eyes widen right in front of him as a low gasp escapes her mouth and his heart all but stops beating as he desperately tries to read her expression.

But before he can really figure out what she's thinking, she's wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and standing on her toes to press her lips against his.

He's nearly brought to his knees by the action, so completely stunned that she's actually doing this that it takes him a moment to catch up. But, as soon as he does, he's immediately deepening the kiss and pulling her so close that he can literally feel every one of her curves pressed perfectly against him.

Unable to hold back, his tongue once again invades her mouth, eliciting a moan from her lips and leaving him completely floored by the sound.

His hands are everywhere at once – sliding down her back, gripping her waist, grazing her hips. He's finally allowed to touch her and he doesn't ever want to stop.

Then, suddenly, her nails are scratching at the nape of his neck and his feet are moving of their own violation, walking her backwards towards her desk. Moments later, he's lifting her up onto her desk and stepping in between her legs to get as close as he can. He can't fathom even an inch of space between them right now.

"Harvey," she murmurs into his mouth as her hand slides down his chest.

He hmms against her lips as his fingers travel up her side, practically itching to feel her breasts in his hands. But then she's suddenly pushing at his chest and pulling away from his lips as he's berating himself for taking this too far.

"We're… we're at work," she explains, completely breathless, the moment their lips part.

"Shit," he groans, forcing himself to take the smallest of steps back. He had gotten so lost in her that the fact they were still at the office completely slipped his mind. "I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean…" he stammers, mentally chastising himself.

"I know," she assures him, noticing the crease in his forehead and the way his eyebrows are knitting together. "It's okay," she promises. "We should just… get out of here," she suggests.

He takes a moment to meet her eyes, analyzing her expression and trying to figure out if she means they should leave together or separately. As he studies her features, he's really not sure, so he figures he'll wait and see.

"Yeah, okay," he agrees as he helps her off her desk. "Where to?" He asks, wanting to leave the decision up to her. The last thing he wants to do is go their separate ways, but he doesn't want to push her too much, either. He has to give her whatever time she needs, no matter how much it absolutely terrifies him.

"Your place is closer," she proposes with a shrug, like it's the most normal suggestion in the world.

"Right… okay… sure," he says, failing to sound anywhere near casual as he tries to decipher what she's expecting to happen tonight.

That's when she actually smiles at him, clearly amused by his nerves, and he can't do anything but smile right back at her. He's realizing now that she's always had that effect on him.

"Let's go," he suggests as he gestures towards the door with a nod of his head.

She silently agrees before she goes to grab her things and allows him to lead her towards the elevators.

Blowing out a breath, he's practically shaking at this turn of events. He's so stunned that it all seems to be going his way and is just praying that it continues like this.

It takes less than three minutes to travel down the fifty floors of their building and get into a cab. And no less than one minute into their ride, he's absolutely sure the cab driver can feel the tension emanating from the two of them. She doesn't say a word the entire way to his place and he spends the majority of it attempting not to stare at her. He's just trying to figure out if she's having second thoughts, if she looks unsure or nervous or stressed, but she's just sitting there, completely cool as if this is any other day and absolutely nothing has changed between them.

Meanwhile, he's kind of a hot mess. He spends too much time fidgeting with his tie and shuffling in his seat and he swears the drive to his condo never takes this long.

Eventually, he just reaches out and grabs her hand. He doesn't even think before he does it – even though it's something they've only down once or twice, he feels like it's almost some kind of reflex. He just needs to touch her. He needs her to calm him down.

And she does. Without even trying.

She just allows him to interlock their fingers as if that's something they do all the time. And as soon as her hand is in his, he instantly feels better.

And then, without even thinking, he brings her hand to his lips and kisses the back of her palm.

He's pretty sure he's never kissed someone there before. Actually, he's positive. But, it turns out, he really likes kissing her hand. Somehow it feels like this is something he should be doing all the time.

And the smile he gets from her after he does it… yeah, he's definitely going to start doing this from now.

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As soon as they step into his condo, the nerves are bubbling right back to the surface. He's not sure where to stand or what to say or what to do with his hands. He seriously has no idea how she has this kind of power over him.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks, because it's the only thing he can think to say. God knows he can probably use one.

"We should probably do this sober, don't you think?" She decides, still so cool and collected that it's almost unnerving.

"Right… we should talk," he agrees, nodding his head.

"Yeah," she concurs as she meets him at the couch.

"So…" he begins as he sits down beside her, unsure how to even start this conversation.

"So… you're sure?" She asks, her voice quiet and hesitant and not at all like the Donna he's known for the past fourteen years.

He immediately turns to look at her, but she's not meeting his gaze, clearly afraid of his answer. "Donna," he says as his right hand runs down her back in an effort to get her attention. "Look at me," he requests, gently.

When she eventually turns to face him, she's biting down on her lip and she's doing a poor job of hiding the fear in her eyes, and all he wants to do is reassure her.

"I'm sure," he confirms, his eyes boring into hers as he tries to show her just how much he means what he's saying. "We wouldn't be here right now if I wasn't," he promises.

She's nodding her head, but she's still biting her lip so he's not exactly sure if she believes him. Except, before he can provide more reassurance, she's asking her next question. "But why now?" She probes.

"Like I said, I just can't pretend anymore… I can't keep wondering," he explains as he continues to lightly rub her back.

"But why? What's changed?" She pries. "I mean… what prompted all of this? Why tonight?" She continues.

Oh.

"Well, I… I've been seeing a therapist again," he explains, figuring that's where the story begins.

And the expression that momentarily flashes across her face makes his stomach twist in knots. He knows what's she's thinking… what she's worrying about, and he absolutely hates himself for ever making her feel this way. He knows all too well how badly it hurts.

"A male therapist," he adds, causing her to relax just slightly. "It's uh… don't laugh, but… it's Dr. Lipschutz," he confesses, bracing himself for the teasing he's about to endure.

"You're kidding," she remarks, desperately trying to fight back the laughter that's threatening to spill out.

"I know, I know… it's okay, you can laugh," he chuckles, unable to hold back the smile as he watches her desperately try to contain herself.

And well, the moment he offers his permission, she certainly lets it all out. And even though she's laughing at him, his smile immediately widens as he enjoys the sight of laughter falling from her lips.

"Okay, I think that's enough," he says, playfully.

"I'm… I'm sorry," she says in between the giggles. "It's just… you and Louis have the same therapist," she declares. "I mean… you whined about him sharing your dentist for three months and yet you're willingly seeing his therapist?" she jibes.

"I know… I honestly don't know how it happened," he admits just as her laughter finally dies down. "But yeah… I've uh… I've been seeing him for about a month now," he explains with a shrug.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She wonders.

"You mean besides the fact that I knew you'd react like this?" He retorts with a lighthearted smile.

"You know I'm just kidding," she softens. "I'm proud of you, Harvey," she tells him. "Really."

"Thanks Donna," he says as a sense of pride washes over him.

"So… you had an appointment with him tonight?" She assumes.

"Yeah," he confirms. "And we… we talked about you and I don't know… it just got me thinking," he admits.

"You talked about me?" She asks, surprised by the comment.

"Yeah," he acknowledges with a nod.

"What about me?" She wonders.

"Well, just about everything that's happened between us… how important you are to me… how completely terrified I am to lose you… how that fear has caused me to make a lot of bad decisions," he explains. "And I guess I just realized that I've spent all of this time wanting you, but being too afraid to have you and… and I just needed to man up and tell you what I want… and pray to God that we're on the same page," he tells her.

"And… what exactly do you want?" She asks, suddenly looking nervous again.

"You," he answers immediately. "All of you… every day, all day… before work, after work… just you… no one else," he says, never feeling more vulnerable than he does in this moment. "And you would have all of me… everything," he adds, remembering the words she spit back at him the night she left.

She doesn't say anything for the next several seconds and he's trying to figure out what that means. She's completely unreadable and it scares the living shit out of him, but he's really trying not to panic and just let her sort through her feelings. Except the more seconds that pass by, the more anxious he's becoming and he's just about to say something… anything… to fill the silence, when her eyes finally lock on his and her lips curve into a smile.

"Then we're on the same page," she tells him.

"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes widening and his mouth turning into a grin.

"Yes," she confirms, her own smile matching his. "I want all of that, too," she admits, almost shy about it.

"Fuck," he says, shaking his head in complete disbelief. "That's the best thing I've ever heard," he tells her as his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

His words cause her smile to instantly widen as his state of absolute bliss seems to be contagious. "So… we're really doing this?" She questions.

"Yeah," he confirms with a nod. "I mean… I hope so," he amends as he runs his fingers through her hair.

She spends the next few moments just smiling at him and he feels like an absolute goof with the way he's completely grinning at her, but he couldn't care less. This is going far better than he ever could've hoped and he can't remember ever being remotely this happy.

Then, he just has to kiss her again.

And this time, he doesn't overanalyze or worry about her reaction, he just captures her lips with his and kisses her like he should've been doing for the past decade.

And he's not sure who initiates it, but suddenly she's straddling his lap and his hands are roaming her body and nothing has ever felt so right in his entire life.

Soon, he's kissing her neck and searching for that spot near her pulse point that he remembers being sensitive during the other time. And the second he finds it, she squirms in his lap and releases the most amazing sound from her lips.

Yeah, he's absolutely in heaven right now.

"Harvey… bedroom…" she murmurs in his ear.

And as much as he wants to pick her up, carry her to bed and spend all night inside of her, he doesn't want to ruin this by moving too fast.

"Are you… are you sure?" He asks, slightly breathless. "Maybe we should… slow down," he suggests. "I should uh… take you on a proper date first," he offers, having difficulty forming words with the way she's circling her hips.

Quickly pulling back to meet his eyes, she's got this inexplicable smile on her face. "That's uh… well, you're being completely adorable right now," she says, obviously amused. "But I think you've bought me enough dinners over the years that I won't feel slutty for sleeping with you," she jokes.

"Donna," he frowns. "I'm serious… I'm trying to do this right," he tells her.

"I know… and I love it," she says as she caresses his jaw with an adoring smile on her face. "But it's been twelve and a half long years," she sighs dramatically. "And I want this," she adds, locking her eyes with his. "Don't you?" She asks.

"God, you have no idea," he groans as his hand travels up her thigh.

"So… take me to bed," she declares, staring at him through her eyelashes in the most seductive way possible.

"Christ," he concedes, momentarily closing his eyes to gather himself. He's seriously never wanted someone so badly in his life. "But I want it on the record that I tried to be the perfect gentlemen," he insists with a smile.

"Let the record reflect that Harvey Specter tried to be the perfect gentlemen but in the end, he was unable to resist me," she smirks as her hands slide up his chest and go to loosen his tie.

"You have no idea just how true that is," he declares.

She grins in response before leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss. "Now, seriously… take me to bed," she demands as she hovers over his lips.

Without another word, he gets them both off the couch and carries her to his bedroom. And as soon as they cross the threshold of his room, he takes just a couple more steps and gently places her down beside his bed.

"If we do this, there's no going back," he warns as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to go back?" She questions.

"God, no," he responds.

"Neither do I," she promises.

A smile instantly appears on his face as he leans in to kiss her. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck while his hands slide up her back. And it only takes him a few seconds before he's got her dress unzipped and in a pile on the floor as she's panting against his lips. His touch is simultaneously setting fire to her skin while also leaving goosebumps in his wake. It's a sensation she's never felt before, not even during the other time, but it's definitely something she could get used to.

She moans into his mouth as his tongue dances with hers and suddenly, she's unbuttoning his dress shirt and pushing it off his shoulders in a hurry. Then, she's lifting his t-shirt over his head, only breaking apart for mere seconds before she tosses it over her shoulder. Once his upper body is uncovered, her hands enthusiastically roam over each and every one of his muscles while he swiftly unhooks her bra.

The moment her bra hits the floor, he's cupping her breasts and letting out a groan. They're still just as perfect as he remembers, spilling out of his hands as he rubs his thumb along each nipple.

As his lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen, he breaks their kiss and focuses his attention on her neck, kissing and sucking along her throat until he once again latches onto that sensitive spot just below her pulse point. In twelve and a half years, he's never been able to forget that noise she made when he nipped at her skin right there.

And sure enough, that same exquisite sound falls from her lips within seconds. And all he wants is to hear it for the rest of his life.

Moments later, her fingers begin to fumble with his belt while he's giving her a break to nibble on her ear. Soon enough, he's stepping out of his pants and kicking them to the side as her hand is grazing his still-covered cock. He groans at the sensation, feeling dizzy at the thought of Donna touching him like that after all this time.

"God, you have no idea how badly I want you," he groans into her ear. "How badly I've always wanted you," he amends.

He can feel her smile against his jaw before she gives him a gentle squeeze and coyly responds, "I think I have some idea." He chuckles into her ear, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. And he's just about to try and get another kiss out of her when she pushes his boxers down his legs and wraps her hand around him.

"Christ," he groans, pressing his forehead against her shoulder while he tries to get his bearings.

Suddenly, she's stepping back from him; it's just slightly, but still too much for his liking. And before he can pull her back towards him, she's flashing him a seductive smile and falling to her knees. And suddenly, she's taking him in her mouth and his eyes are rolling into the back of his head as her name leaves his lips.

"Fuck," he spits out once he finally calms down enough to chance a look at her. And the way she's staring right back at him while sliding his cock down her throat, his head is spinning. He feels completely out of control as he stands there, just watching her, his knees weak and already out of breath.

He's completely in awe as she puts all of her energy and focus into him, stroking his cock with her hand as her lips and tongue follow suit. Meanwhile, he's doing his best to keep her hair out of her face, wanting a completely unobstructed view of everything she's doing to him as he tries to memorize every single second.

God, she is beyond hot like this.

He can't imagine ever getting tired of looking at her. He's sure that he'll never see her as anything less than the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Donna," he groans as her tongue swirls around his tip. He lets another minute go by, but then he's tugging on her arm so she'll stand up, well aware that if she doesn't, this will end much sooner than he'd like.

She lets her lips travel all the way down him one more time before relinquishing her hold on him and letting him help her up. Once she's standing in front of him, his hands find their natural place at her waist and he pulls her close for a kiss that is equal parts passionate and desperate. Her lips eagerly part and he deepens the kiss, tasting and teasing, while committing the whole thing to memory.

They continue to kiss passionately until they run out of air and are forced to pull away. Completely out of breath, their eyes lock as they attempt to get some oxygen in their lungs.

Eventually, he picks her up and gently places her on the bed, so her knees are just slightly hanging off the side. Then, he quickly gets to work pulling her thong down her smooth, creamy legs. Once he does, he leans over and gives her a chaste kiss before working his way down her chest where he briefly takes the tip of each breast into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl around her nipple. The action causes her back to arc as a moan escapes her lips and she wraps her hand around the back of his head, keeping him there for an extra second.

But then, he continues to explore her body, making his way down her stomach and placing a kiss every few inches. She lets out a groan of frustration as he ignores the place she's desperate to feel his mouth, but instead he gently sucks on the skin on her inner thigh, moving from one to the other, as he tosses her legs over his shoulders.

"Harvey," she groans as he continues to prolong this.

He chuckles against her skin and moves up her thigh, enjoying the hitch in her breath as he is within inches of her. Finally, he allows his tongue to run along her slit, releasing an involuntary groan as he tastes her for the first time in twelve in a half years. It's exactly how he remembers and it immediately transports him back to a time where she had bangs, they were in her bed and covered in whip cream.

Her whole body tenses as his tongue swirls around her clit and she's suddenly grabbing a chunk of his bedsheet in each hand and letting out a loud gasp in response to his touch.

His tongue continues to tentatively explore her, purposefully teasing her as much as possible.

"Oh God," she gasps as he presses down a little harder. And then, he finally gives in and starts to nip and suck and suddenly, a consistent string of moans are leaving her lips as she writhes in his bed.

He spends the next few minutes alternating between twirling his tongue around her clit and outright sucking the whole thing into his mouth. Once in a while, he'll shove his tongue inside her, gently probing around as she's continuously gasping and moaning.

"Oh fuck," she groans as he sucks a bit harder and starts to hum. "Harvey," she gasps as her toes curl and her entire body tenses in his sheets. That's when he really starts to suck on her and just like that – she's completely undone. She makes an obscene amount of noise the whole way through and he can't remember ever getting this much enjoyment out of doing this for a woman. And it's not like he doesn't usually enjoy this – he definitely does, but this is something different entirely.

"Shit," she sighs when she's finally begun to catch her breath. She's still panting a bit as she wipes at her forehead while her whole body feels like jelly.

"Good?" He asks, teasing her with a cocky smile as he climbs up her body and gives her a chaste kiss.

She's rolling her eyes, but the smile on her lips is giving her away. "That was…" she begins, although she's struggling to find the right words.

"Phenomenal?" He suggests with a smug grin pulling at his lips.

She wants to deny it, take him down a notch, but she truly can't. She hasn't come like that just from someone's mouth since the last time he did this.

"Yeah," she sighs, momentarily closing her eyes.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna want to do that to you a lot from now on," he smiles as he pushes her hair out of her face.

A smile immediately touches her lips as she meets his eyes. "I guess I'd be okay with that," she concedes.

"Oh good," he says with mock relief and an amused smile before he leans in to kiss her. And the way he kisses her – it's full of raw passion and so much promise. And she can honestly say, she's never been kissed like that before.

When he finally pulls away, he's just beaming at her and taking her all in. "I love you," he says, completely confident and sure, leaving no question as to how.

She's immediately smiling again, loving how easily he can say the words now. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think they could be here. Never.

"I love you, too," she promises.

He smiles wider than he ever has before as his eyes light up with pure, unfiltered joy and he's certain he's never been happier. She simply grins back at him, practically glowing from her orgasm and his words.

After taking a second to let the moment sink in, he leans in to get several more kisses out of her while her fingers slide down his chest and wrap around his cock again. "I think it's your turn now," she grins, suggestively, when the groan leaving his lips forces them apart.

"You sure you don't need a minute?" He asks. And the genuine concern in his eyes is so touching that it makes her heart do a somersault in her chest. Even if she had needed a minute before, she definitely doesn't need one now.

"Nope," she says, shaking her head. "I want you… now," she declares as she gives him a squeeze.

"Shit," he groans, closing his eyes at the sensation. Part of him is still convinced that he's going to wake up any second and find out that all of this has just been a dream.

It's not as if it hasn't happened before…

"Harvey… c'mon," she pleads, trying to navigate him to where she wants him.

"Should I get a condom?" He asks. Normally, he'd never even ask the question, he'd simply just put one on. But, this is Donna and the idea of having no more barriers between them after having nothing but barriers for so long, it's definitely… appealing.

She seems to be on the same page because she quickly responds by shaking her head. "No," she declines. "I mean… unless you want one," she amends, realizing that maybe he brought it up for a reason. "I have an IUD and I'm clean, so…" she stammers.

He smiles and leans in for another quick kiss. "Then, I think we're good," he smiles. "I'm clean, too," he adds, quickly, just so she knows.

After exchanging a quick smile, he leans in for more kisses, allowing himself to linger on her lips for a bit longer this time. Then, he lines himself up and slowly sinks into her, relishing every second, as the room fills with a mixture of gasps and groans.

"Oh God," she exhales as he gets deeper and deeper. For years, she's forced herself to forget how it felt to have him sliding inside her – hitting places that no one else could ever quite reach. But, now it's all rushing back to her, making her dizzy with desire. She just wants him – all of him. It's been twelve and a half years and she just can't wait another second.

So, she pulls him closer, forcing him even deeper until he's completely bottomed out. She lets out a sigh at the sensation – feeling, for the first time in over a decade, completely full.

Meanwhile, Harvey is so overwhelmed with emotion, he's closing his eyes and burying his face in her neck in an effort to fully soak in the moment. He's been with a lot of women in his life and never has it felt like this. They've barely even started anything and he already feels totally wrecked.

But that's the thing – he's never had sex with a woman he's been in love with before. Sure, he loved Scottie, but it was nothing like this. He loved and cared about her, but he wasn't in love. No, this is entirely different.

He can't even begin to explain the emotions coursing through him, but he knows that it's exactly what he should be feeling. It's something that's been missing in every other relationship he's ever had. This unspoken and inexplicable connection. That's what he has with Donna. That and so much more.

God, he's been such a fool for so long.

She can obviously sense what this is doing to him because she stays quiet as the seconds tick by, just rubbing his back and placing kisses on his temple, his ear, his neck – wherever she can reach.

It's clear she's trying to calm him down, ease his nerves, something. And the gesture, it makes him fall even more in love with her. This is exactly what she's been doing for so long – steadying him.

Suddenly, he's wrapping her up in his arms and pulling her as close as he can while placing soft kisses on her neck. He's touching her everywhere, never wanting to stop, trying to make up for all of the years he spent not touching her.

"Hey," she says, half whispering, as she gets both hands on his shoulders so he'll look at her. "You okay?" She asks before they get too carried away. She just needs to make sure.

"Yeah," he nods his head when he pulls back to look at her.

"You sure?" She asks, clearly doubting his words.

"Yeah, it's just… a lot," he acknowledges.

"I know," she concurs as she caresses his jaw.

"You could completely destroy me," he admits, looking and probably feeling more vulnerable than she's ever seen him.

"Harvey, I won't," she promises him.

"I'm terrified I'll fuck all of this up and lose you for good," he confesses.

"I won't let you fuck this up," she assures him. "And you can't let me fuck it up either, okay?" She tells him as her eyes bore into his.

Her words catch him off guard a bit, surprised that she would worry about something like that. But, in a weird way, it also makes him feel better. Because even though they're both completely terrified, at least they're knee deep in this together, both scared shitless, but still willing to try.

"Okay," he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Good," she smiles. "Now… can we… continue this?" She asks with a seductive smirk as she lifts her hips to slide up and down a few inches of him.

"God, yes," he declares as her actions cause him to shudder. With both hands on her waist, he starts to pull almost all the way out of her before quickly sliding back in, eliciting some appreciative noises from each of them. Her legs immediately wrap around his waist of their own accord as she arches her back into him, attempting to meet each and every thrust.

"Oh fuck," she moans as he tilts his hips to get a different angle while kneading her breast with one hand and squeezing her waist with the other. She's throwing her head back in pleasure and he needs to take a moment to catalogue the sight of her like this because Donna with her eyes closed, her lips parted just slightly, her flushed freckled skin and her tousled red hair, trembling from his touch… yeah, it's definitely something he never wants to forget.

When she's finally able to open her eyes, she loses her breath at the way his eyes are all but devouring her. The smoldering need staring back at her is making her quivering body turn to jelly once again. She's all but certain that no one has ever looked at her quite like this. And the idea that Harvey is finally seeing her this way is enough to make her head spin in the best possible manner.

"Donna," he growls as he ups the tempo while pushing her thighs higher up his body, allowing him to somehow get even deeper. "Shit," he spits out, starting to lose his mind a bit.

She's going slightly crazy herself as she's moaning and gasping and grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets while he continues to build up the perfect rhythm. Although it hasn't even been ten minutes since her last orgasm, she can feel herself starting to unravel.

"Harvey… oh… oh God," she whines. He can sense her getting close, so he dips his fingers in between her legs and quickly starts to toy with her clit. And oh shit does she start making a lot of noise.

"Yes… yes… fuck, don't stop," she pleads as she closes her eyes and waits for her orgasm to take hold.

His gaze never leaves her face, wanting to watch every second. But, he can't see her eyes and he just… needs to. "Look at me," he whispers the request as he uses his thumb to circle her clit.

It takes a moment, but she eventually does as he asks and opens her eyes to look at him while biting down hard on her lip. He's completely entranced as he watches her become more desperate as her orgasm builds and builds inside her.

"You are so beautiful," he says quietly, completely in awe of her.

And his words alone are enough to make her come apart at the seams. She's making an excessive amount of noise as he takes her all the way through, thrusting in and out of her at the perfect tempo while simultaneously playing with her clit in just the right way.

As soon as it's over, he stills his body while taking in every inch of her. The rise and fall of her chest, the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, the hooded eyes and the completely sated expression on her face.

Yeah, this is exactly where he's supposed to be – who he's supposed to be with. He's never been more sure.

The fact that he spent so many years being unsure no longer makes a lick of sense. He's forgotten every single reason he ever had for not giving this a chance. Right now, there isn't a doubt in his mind.

It couldn't possibly be any more right than this.

"Shit," Donna happily sighs as she collapses against the mattress.

"Do you have any idea how hot that was?" He practically growls as he runs his hand through her hair.

She glances up at his darkened eyes and offers a smug grin in return. "Believe me, I know," she promises.

He can't help but smile at the sight as his hands continue roaming her body. "You think you got one more in you?" He grins, offering her a quick wiggle of his eyebrows as he barely starts to rock his hips.

"You may kill me," she quips.

"I seem to recall getting three out of you last time," he reminds her with a cocky grin.

"Oh you remember that, huh?" She teases.

"It's pretty hard to forget," he tells her, a suggestive smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eye.

She smiles up at him, completely content in that moment as she reaches out, wraps her hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

"I couldn't forget either," she says once they pull back for air.

He melts at her words, immediately claiming her lips in yet another kiss. Soon, she's wrapping her legs around him again and encouraging him to thrust. He starts slowly, well aware that she's likely still hypersensitive, but after a minute or two, she apparently wants more because she quickly flips them with enough practiced ease that he's thoroughly impressed.

And when he looks up to meet her gaze, he can't help but let out a laugh at the proud smile on her face.

"What?" She asks with an innocent chuckle. "You were going too slow," she declares as she immediately begins circling her hips while she props herself up on his chest with her hands.

"I was trying to go easy on you," he defends.

"Don't need you to go easy on me, Harvey," she retorts with that sassy tone of hers that he absolutely adores.

"I'll try to remember that for next time," he smiles, allowing his hands to more thoroughly explore her body now that he doesn't need them to hold himself up.

"Next time, huh?" She smirks. "Someone is awfully presumptuous," she teases.

"Well, I kind of figured that the two orgasms were enough to earn me a repeat performance," he retorts.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she concedes.

"Good," he responds with a warm smile. "But, let's finish this time before we discuss next time," he decides.

"Okay," she concurs as she begins to really concentrate on him. She circles her hips once, twice more and then begins to ride him – bouncing up and down on his cock while making a good amount of noise.

And he truly can't get enough of her like this. Her chin in the air as she throws her head back in ecstasy, her warm thighs straddling his waist, her red hair flying around, her bouncing breasts that his hands are just itching to touch, and the breathy gasps and full blown moans that are escaping her lips.

The fact that he was ever able to trick himself into believing he could be even remotely satisfied sleeping with someone else is mind-boggling to him right now. There's just no way that anyone else has ever made him feel like this.

As much as he's thoroughly enjoying watching her, he needs just a little more. So, he puts his hands down on her thighs, using them for leverage, as he thrusts up into her. And shit, she suddenly gets even louder. He's certain he's going to hear about this from his neighbors in the morning, but right now, he couldn't care less.

"God, what are you doing to me?" She groans as she also picks up the pace.

"Good?" He asks with a grin.

"So good," she moans.

"Christ, Donna," he groans, her words completely overwhelming him, as they work together to create a rhythm.

"Shit, Harvey," she whines as he lifts his hips a bit. "Oh… oh God," she cries as this new angle stirs something up inside of her. "Harvey," she sobs. "Fuck, that… that feels so good," she moans.

"Fuck," he growls. "When you say shit like that…"

"Yeah?" She asks in a breathy exhale.

"Yes," he says as he starts to fuck her a little bit harder from below.

Their breaths and gasps and groans are mixing in the air as the tension builds for both of them – their bodies tingling in the best possible way and only seconds from falling over the edge.

Knowing that he's getting closer and desperately wanting to bring her with him, his thumb returns to the spot between her legs, hoping to help push her over. But, he barely even touches her before she's twitching all around him. And the sight of her like that – for the third time that night, it's more than enough to take him with her. It's only seconds later that he's spilling inside of her, causing her to lose her breath all over again.

When it's over, she collapses on his chest and he wraps his arms around her, never wanting to let her go. If he could just stay in this very spot with her wild breathes hitting his ear, her shampoo teasing his nose, and every inch of her body touching every inch of his, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

He doesn't see how he could ever be happier than he is in this moment.

Everything he's been missing, everything he's ever wanted… he has it in his arms right now. And as he attempts to catch his breath, he promises himself that he won't screw it up. That he'll make sure she always knows how much he loves her. That he'll always protect her and be there for her. That he'll always listen and try to be better. That he'll open up to her and he'll tell her how he's feeling, even when it's the last thing he wants to do.

That he'll always make sure he's worthy of her.

Always.

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Well, I hope you guys like this. Please let me know what you think!

I have a bunch of other Darvey one shots started already and some are even finished, so I'll try to post more chapter soon. Not all of them will be this long, though.

And I hope we can get some more stories posted on here to help get us through the hiatus!

I have a bunch of ideas that I don't think I'm gonna use if anyone is interested