I know I've done a lot of these chapters with multiple shorter stories in them – hopefully, you aren't getting sick of them. I've just been struggling to write something longer, and I've had these shorter ones in the que for quite a while, so for the sake of updating at all, it's what I've been posting.

But, I have a ton of other started and am trying to getting at least a few finished. Wish me luck!

Anyway, for now, I give you some more Darvey fluff minis!

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Checking her phone, she cringes at the time – she hadn't been planning to stay out so late, but one thing lead to another and suddenly she and Samantha were each four cocktails deep and cackling over some of the most ruthless pranks she and Harvey pulled on Louis, throughout the years.

It wasn't until the bar started to empty that she realized how late it actually was, and she let Samantha know she needed to head out.

They did have work in the morning, but more importantly, she had someone waiting for her.

Making her way towards his front door, she digs through her handbag, trying to find the key he gave back to her last week. When she finally retrieves it, she quickly slides it into the lock, feeling a bit of a thrill at the fact that she's using it.

Sure, it's not the first time she's let herself into Harvey's condo – she spent years doing it on the regular, but this time couldn't be more different. Doing it at night, while he's already inside, and not just for a quick stop – this time, she's staying.

It's a nice feeling is all she's saying.

Pushing the door open, she almost stumbles through the threshold, but catches herself before she ends up on the ground.

"You okay?" He calls over to her, a tease to his tone, having heard the tail end of the ordeal.

"Yeah," she waves him off, preoccupied with kicking off her heels and slipping off her coat before hanging it by the door. When she finally turns towards him, making her way over, her feet stall by the kitchen as she catches sight of him for the first time.

He's sitting on the couch, files scattered all over the coffee table in front of him. He's changed out of his armor, opting for more comfortable attire – a pair of navy sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and muscular chest. It's a kind of casual that she never used to be privy to, but has been appreciating ever since he shared it with her for the very first time. Seeing him in a way that so few people ever get to experience – Harvey Specter at home, his hair mussed up and no longer wearing his expensive suits, looking at ease and like himself – it's something she won't ever take for granted.

Except, tonight, he's looking a little different.

It's the pair of reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose – something she's never seen on him before, and it's completely throwing her off.

As she eyes him from her spot by the counter, it takes under three seconds for her to know exactly how she feels.

Yeah, she really likes it. Definitely.

It's just… it's a good look.

Still, it's caught her entirely off guard, and she's just standing there, grinning at him like a fool.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks, tilting his head and giving her a funny look, completely clueless as to what's gotten into her.

"Yeah," she swallows, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Uh – what's all this?" She asks, waving around at the scene in front of her, all the while trying to hide a smirk.

Following the gesture of her hands, he glances down at himself and then at the table, unsure what's she referring to. "Just figured I'd try to get some work done while I waited for you," he smiles before pushing himself up off the couch and closing the distance between them.

With his hands resting at her waist, he eyes her a bit, amused by the silly expression still adorning her face – the way she's biting down on her lip to try and stifle a laugh. He's still not sure what's going on with her, but he can only assume it's the number of drinks she likely consumed over the course of the evening.

Letting his palm roam up and down her side, he tips his head down, about to press a kiss to her lips, when he's stopped by the escape of a giggle.

"Okay seriously, what's up with you?" He questions, his tone light and curious.

"Nothing," she defends, unable to suppress her bright grin. "I just… I really like this look you've got going on," she declares, motioning towards his face.

It's not until that moment that he realizes he's still wearing the glasses. Except, before he can even open his mouth to respond, words are tumbling out of her mouth.

"How did I not know about this?" She wants to know, in utter disbelief that he was able to keep it from her. She used to think she knew everything there was to know about this man, but lately, he's been surprising her with these new little facts.

Not that she minds. She actually likes that there are still a few new things to discover.

Harvey just shrugs in response. "I don't wear them much," he tells her, not wanting to make a big deal of it. He's always been a bit stubborn about his glasses, only bringing them out when his eyes are so strained that the headache will be inescapable.

It's a pretty rare occasion, and only when he's alone.

It's not that he was trying to hide them from her, it's just… he would've preferred she not know.

"I can't believe you kept this from me!" She exclaims, teasing him with her dramatics. "What else have you been hiding?" She challenges, using her finger to poke at his chest with an abundance of mock accusation.

He just rolls his eyes, well aware that she's purposefully giving him a hard time. "I almost never wear them," he argues. "My eyes were just tired from all the reading I did today, that's all," he reasons, as he reaches up to remove the object of her teasing.

"No, wait," she protests, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Leave them," she instructs, her sultry voice peeking his interest.

Lifting an eyebrow, a silent question leaves his lips.

She just smirks in response, pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to take two steps backwards until he plops back down on the couch. Donna wastes no time climbing onto his lap, her arms circling his neck, fingertips teasing the base of his skull. "Like I said… I really like this look you've got going on," she repeats, the roll of her hips emphasizing her point.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, his lips twitching and eyes twinkling.

"Yeah," Donna nods, the word coming out a bit breathy. "You're like… a sexy law professor," she realizes.

"A sexy law professor?" He repeats, clearly amused. The grin on his face is almost blinding, so big that it might crack. It's an expression that he likes to delight her with often – one she enjoys so much that she's constantly trying to pull it out of him, wondering what else she can do to make him keep grinning at her, just like that.

It's appearance only encourages her more.

"Mmmhmmm," she purrs as she leans in and sucks at his bottom lip. "Makes me wanna do all kinds of naughty schoolgirl things to you," she muses indulgently, with a fluttering of her lashes.

Harvey just laughs, loud and carefree, and it's music to her ears.

"By all means," he tells her.

So yeah, that night, she does.

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It's nearing midnight by the time they stroll into Harvey's condo, Donna's heels in her hands and both feeling more than a little tipsy.

They'd spent the evening at a charity event hosted by the firm and the alcohol had been flowing.

"I still can't believe Walters in accounting wore that suit," Donna declares, a giggle spilling from her lips as she reminisces on the burnt orange fabric.

"That was really bad," Harvey agrees as he ventures into the kitchen to pour them each a night cap.

"So bad," Donna concurs as she collapses on the couch. "But, it was a nice evening, don't you think?" She calls over to him as he fills their glasses.

"It was," he nods, directing a smile her way, before making his way back towards her and passing her a drink.

"Thanks," she tells him before taking a sip. "I do wish there had been dancing, though," she muses before setting her glass down on a coaster.

"Really? In those heels?" He challenges her.

"Hey, you've seen what I can do in those heels," she retorts, giving him all kinds of sass.

Harvey can't help but grin as all kinds of images pop into his mind. "That I have," he concedes as she mirrors the smile on his lips, looking completely self-satisfied.

Lifting her glass to her lips again, she takes another sip of her drink while Harvey ventures towards his record player to put on some music.

She doesn't think much of it until he returns, standing right in front of her, wearing that boyish smirk and looking so proud of himself. "Care to dance?" He questions, holding out his hand to her.

"Really?" She asks, the raise of her eyebrows showing her surprise.

"C'mon," he tells her, gesturing for her to stand.

She relents, taking his palm and letting him pull her up. She doesn't question it when he leads her out onto the deck and gives her a little twirl before his left hand rests on her hip.

He doesn't bother to close the sliding door, allowing the smooth melody to seep outside and mix with the familiar sounds of the city.

It's a warm night for May, the perfect temperature for dancing under the stars, and she's actually rather impressed by the level of spontaneous romance he's delivering.

Clearly, he's up to something.

"Is someone trying to seduce me?" She wonders, narrowing her eyes at him as they continue to sway to the music.

A chuckle builds in his throat as he meets her eyes with a smile. "Is that not allowed?" He asks, daring her with his eyebrows and a bright, bright smile.

That makes her laugh, the giggles falling from her lips and warming his cheeks. "It's definitely allowed," she promises as she moves closer, pressing her body against his while they continue to move around the balcony in a perfect rhythm. "In fact, I'd say it's even encouraged."

"Hmm… I like that," he responds, his mouth tugging at the corners, revealing the smile that has always belonged to her and her alone.

A slow smile creeps onto her lips as they keep dancing under the moonlit sky. Every once in a while, he'll dip her or give her a twirl, but for the most part they are just enjoying the closeness of being in each other's arms.

By the time the third song begins, she's flush against his body and his lips are almost grazing her ear. She feels so at peace, just swaying in his embrace – she could do this all night.

But, of course, that's the moment he decides to interrupt her reverie, murmuring in her ear.

"Just to be clear – it's working, right?" He asks her, his smiling lips brushing against her.

Pulling back to meet his eyes, she finds his teasing expression, that silly charming grin, and she can't help but laugh.

Still, she nods her head. "It's working."

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It's around eight o'clock when they've both changed out of their work attire and made themselves comfortable on the couch – Donna snuggling into Harvey's side and his fingers working through her silky copper locks.

It's a nice, relaxing, evening – something they've had far too few of ever since Faye Richardson invaded their lives.

They're just trying to enjoy it.

Donna is flipping through the stations on the television, trying to pick out a show for them to watch. Eventually, she settles on a Seinfeld rerun and tosses the remote aside, nestling closer to the man beside her.

It's the episode where Jerry accidentally agrees to wear a pirate shirt on The Today Show and George starts working as a hand model – only minutes into it and they're already laughing away.

Just moments after the episode concludes, right before a new one is about to start, the vibration of Harvey's cell phone steals their attention.

Reaching over to grab the device off the coffee table, Harvey turns it over to find his brother's name flashing across the screen. "It's Marcus," he tells her before answering the call.

"Hey," Harvey greets his brother.

"I have a bone to pick with you," Marcus announces, decidedly skipping the pleasantries.

"Oh yeah?" Harvey asks, an amused smile on his face.

"I can't believe I had to find out from mom that you finally got your head out of your ass," Marcus declares, his tone playfully incredulous.

Harvey responds with a laugh, animated and carefree, as he glances over at Donna, who is asking all kinds of silent questions with her eyes, after hearing Marcus's teasing. Harvey just smiles at her, running his hand through her hair once again.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm actually glad you called because I have a bone to pick with you, too," he explains. "When I called mom to tell her about Donna, I was pretty shocked to find out that she already knew all about her," he clarifies, witnessing the surprise in Donna's eyes as he does. "Apparently, someone had been telling mom about her for years," he continues, a touch of sarcastic accusation in his voice.

Donna hears Marcus's laugh through the phone – she's always thought that it was the perfect mixture of Harvey's and Gordon's.

"Well, Dad and I always knew she was the one for you," Marcus explains with a softness that just melts Donna's heart. "I'm just glad you finally caught up," he adds, quickly returning to that brotherly jest.

She expects Harvey to say something in his own defense or make some sort of quip in return. Instead, he just looks at her with all the affection in the world and says, "Me too."

It makes her heart do all kinds of stupid fluttery stuff.

She's beaming right back at him and there is a good moment that they are just lost in each other's eyes, but them Marcus speaks up, interrupting the moment.

"I just wish Dad were here to see it – can you imagine? He would've been happier than you are," He remarks.

It's honestly starting to get to be too much for Donna, her eyes starting to well with tears.

"He would've been unbearable," Harvey jokes, causing a laugh to tumble from his brother's lips.

"I don't know, Mom probably won't be much better. I haven't seen her this excited in a while – she called me up right after you guys talked – I swear she was jumping up and down," Marcus chuckles. "And when she told me what you said to her – I could hardly believe it," he adds, immediately peeking Donna's interest. "I mean, I could believe it – I just can't believe how long it took you to figure it out," he mocks.

"Yeah, yeah," Harvey responds with a roll of his eyes. Although, he doesn't even try to deny it.

"So… tell me, how's it going?" Marcus wants to know.

"It's going… great… really, really great," Harvey says, his eyes locked on Donna's as they wear matching grins.

Donna can practically hear Marcus's smile through the phone. "I'm happy for you, Harvey. I really am," he tells his brother, all kinds of sincere.

"Thanks Marcus," Harvey responds, his mouth curving upward at the corners. Meanwhile, Donna is trying her best not to burst into tears.

"So, when are you gonna bring her up here to meet Mom?" Marcus casually inquires.

"She made you ask me that, didn't she?" Harvey accuses; although, the smile on his face says he isn't opposed to the idea.

"I told her I was gonna call you tonight and she reminded me at least three separate times," Marcus immediately confirms, causing a chuckle to spill from the lips of both Specter's.

"Work is kind of a nightmare right now, but we'll figure something out… maybe head up for a long weekend or something," Harvey relays as he reads the agreement in Donna's gaze.

"Great, well, let me know so we can plan for a weekend I have the kids," Marcus suggests.

"Sounds good," Harvey agrees.

"Alright, well tell Donna I say hi, and I'll see you guys when you come up," he says.

"I will. Bye, Marcus," Harvey bids farewell before ending the call and tossing his phone back on the coffee table.

He immediately settles back on the couch and wraps his arm around Donna, refocusing his attention back on the television. Meanwhile, he can sense the innumerable amount of questions on the tip of her tongue and just waits for them to trickle out.

Trying his hardest to stifle the smirk on his lips, he continues to wait, sensing her struggle beside him.

She barely lasts thirty seconds before she bursts. "Seriously?!" She exclaims, completely exasperated.

"What?" He asks, entirely innocent, as he turns towards her.

"You're really not going to tell me what you said to your mother?" She questions, an incredulous tone to her voice.

No longer able to suppress it, the grin on his lips breaks free and engulfs his face, highly amused at the desperation she's exhibiting.

"Harvey…" she pouts, annoyed at his obvious teasing.

Carefully tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, he makes her wait just another couple seconds. "I told her you were the one," he divulges, his voice soft and affectionate.

He watches her absorb the words, a smile flickering across her lips and illuminating her face. "Yeah?" She asks, almost shy in a way he thinks is completely adorable.

"That surprise you?" He wonders. It was just yesterday that he told her they were gonna be together forever, so he didn't think this would be much of a revelation.

Donna shrugs as his fingers continue to twist around strands of her hair. "Didn't think you believed in that kind of thing," she explains.

"Yeah…" he understands. "I guess I never used to," he admits. "But you are," he assures her, leaning in a bit closer.

"It's always been you."

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As he stands in the elevator, waiting for the doors to open at his floor, he rubs at his temples in an attempt to ease the headache that's been buzzing in his brain since early this afternoon.

It's only Wednesday and the week already feels endless.

Lately, he's been working even longer hours, spending all of his time rifling through exhibit books, prepping witness testimony, drafting direct and cross-examination questions, and meeting with his experts.

It's all to prepare for the trial he has commencing tomorrow – a trade secret misappropriation case with potential damages amounting to two hundred million.

The facts are complicated and he's not as confident in the outcome as he would like, so trial prep has been consuming almost all of his time, especially these last few days, trying to hurry and get everything done before tomorrow.

He's beyond exhausted and his whole body is sore from being hunched over his desk all day long, but worst of all, his long hours have meant that he and Donna have spent too many nights apart.

Over the last ten days, they've spent less than a handful of evenings together – with him working so late into the night, it just hasn't worked out. Beyond that, she's stopped by his office a few times each day, checking in and sometimes dropping off a sandwich or a cup of coffee or even some dinner, but the ten minutes here and there are nowhere near enough as far as he's concerned.

Recently, he's been toying with the idea of taking some time off and whisking her away somewhere – a tropical location, somewhere he gets to see her in very little clothing and they can spend the better part of a week doing absolutely nothing but being with each other.

Thoughts of doing exactly that are pretty much all that has gotten him through the last several days.

Sure, with everything going on at the firm with Faye and Louis and Samantha, he feels like the chances of the two of them getting to take a vacation are slim to none, but a man can dream.

Either way, he's determined to make it happen at some point. As soon as they figure out a way to get Faye out of the firm, they are hopping on a plane.

As the elevator doors finally open, he steps out into the hall and digs into his pocket for his keys, his mind glazed over with exhaustion. It's quarter past eleven when he finally walks through his front door, so relieved to be home.

Removing his jacket, he starts to work on loosening his tie, wincing at the effects of the headache still percolating in his skull. He spent most of the night reviewing his opening statement and the direct examinations of his first two witnesses, and as loathe as he is to admit it, he's pretty sure that Donna is right about him needing to wear his reading glasses more often.

Tossing his keys on the counter, he rolls his shoulder and twists his hips to try and loosen his stiff back. The pain of spending hours and hours hunched over his desk is only adding to the irritation pulsing through his body, but he does his best to shake away all thoughts of work.

All he wants to do is go to bed.

As he makes his way past the fireplace, he starts removing his tie before reaching his bedroom and sliding the doors open.

As soon as he does, he's met by the most wonderful sight.

Donna.

She's in his bed, her makeup removed, her hair up in a messy bun, and her legs exposed in one of his t-shirts.

She honestly takes his breath away.

"Hey," she says with a warm and sympathetic smile, closing the book she had been reading and placing it on the nightstand to give him her undivided attention

He keeps wondering when the sight of her in his bed will get old – when it won't cause an immediate flutter in his chest.

He's not expecting it to happen anytime soon.

"I didn't think you were coming over tonight," he explains, when she raises an eyebrow in response to his silence.

"I can leave, if you want," she playfully retorts, flashing him with her signature smirk – the one that's been seriously missing from his nights as of late.

He wastes no time in crossing the room and closing the distance between them, leaning in real close. "Don't you dare," he murmurs before greeting her with his lips.

Smiling happily against him, she refuses to let him go as her palm lands on the nape of his neck, extending the kiss until they're forced to pull away for air.

"I'm glad you're here," he tells her, completely genuine, as he takes a seat beside her. Combing the hair out of her face, he palms the back of her head, and just looks – admiring the sight of her in his bed.

It's nothing new – in the three months they've been together, he's seen her like this plenty of times. And yet, it still just does something to him.

Grinning at his words, she leans in again and quickly presses another kiss to his lips. "Missed you," she explains, once they part. "Feels like I've barely seen you at all."

"I know," he groans in agreement. They're definitely going on vacation as soon as this is over – he'll even take a weekend in the Hampton's, if it means he'll get to spend some actual quality time with her. "I'll make it up to you," he promises, hoping to surprise her with his plans.

"Oh yeah?" She says, intrigued. "How you gonna do that?" She wonders, a flirtatious tease to her tone.

A smirk unfolds on his lips, relishing the playful glint in her eyes, as his hand trails down her body. "I have my ways," he declares, confident as ever, while his fingers migrate down to her bare thighs.

"Ah yes, I'm quite familiar with your ways," she retorts, adding a wiggle of her eyebrows. Harvey just chuckles in response, causing her whole face to light up with a grin, clearly pleased.

He feels it all the way to his toes.

It hasn't been more than a couple minutes and already all of the tension he was feeling when he walked through his front door – it's all gone.

She's always made things better for him, ever since the beginning.

But now, it's different.

Now, she makes everything disappear – all of the stress and anxiety and pain. Now, he can get lost in her in ways he always wanted to, but never could, before.

It's just so much better than anything else.

"What time do you have to be in court tomorrow?" She wonders, curiously, as her fingers gently rub at the nape of his neck.

"Trial starts at ten," he tells her, purposefully not doing the math in his head. "But, I told Eli to meet me at the office at seven-thirty, so we can go over his direct one more time," he explains. The absolute last thing he wants to think about right now is how early he needs to be up in the morning.

"Hm… well, maybe we should get out the can opener tonight?" She suggests, her lips flickering with a teasing smile.

Harvey laughs, his eyes meeting hers and not even bothering to hide the affection in them. "You know…" he begins, leaning in and hovering over her until the back of her head hits the pillow. "Maybe we should start a new tradition…"

Donna's laughter rings in his ears as his nose brushes against hers. Her fingers have already started to unbutton his shirt.

"What did you have in mind?" She ponders, innocently, while his mouth is already exploring her neck.

"I'm sure we'll come up with something," he murmurs against her skin, causing goosebumps to travel all the way down her spine.

"Still," she starts, tilting her head to the side to give him more room to work. "This doesn't mean we can just forget about the can opener," she wants to make clear.

"Never," he agrees, his mouth still at her neck.

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Don't forget to review! Since we're no longer getting new episodes, getting reviews and reading new fanfics is all that inspires me to write lol.