A/N: This is a pretty standalone chapter with only one reference to what happened before, but I felt I needed to write it. Usually when I start writing, I have a general idea of where I want to go, but sometimes the characters just decide to go a different route. That's why this chapter is a bit longer than the other ones. Donna and Harvey had to have sex. Again. It's also the first chapter that made me cry while writing it. I hope you enjoy.

You maneuver us skillfully through traffic, trying to leave the city on a Friday night. When a red light forces us to a standstill, you lean over for a kiss. My heart flutters. I have never been in love like this before. Even though our start was a bit rocky and things aren't exactly ideal at work at the moment, I know you and I are in it for the long haul.

When we finally make it out onto the highway, your place your hand in mine while your other remains on the steering wheel. I stroke it gently, tracing every knuckle, turning it over to trail my finger from your wrist to the end of each digit, thinking about what those fingers are so capable of, like pleasuring me over and over again.

Any chance you get, you take my hand. It's a habit I've picked up, too, resulting in us always touching each other, no matter where we are. We even do it in the office sometimes. It's a reassurance, a reminder that the other one is there. Always. I've never felt more secure.

We are on our way to Boston to meet your mom. We've only been together for a month and I must say I am a little nervous. For many years I've known your history and what she did to you and I hated her for it. However, you made amends a while ago and since then, you seem happier, relieved, your mind more at ease. So, I have to let my prejudices about her go, hoping we'll all have a good time.

Soon, trees are whizzing by the further north we get. We still have a few hours to go. There's an old song playing on the radio as I drift off, exhausted from the week I've had.

Your hand stays where it is.

•∞•

Traffic is a bitch. I can't wait to get out on the highway, so I can finally put my foot to the gas. When I have to break for yet another red light, I have the option to get really annoyed at something I don't have any power over or I can make the best of not having to focus on the road for a minute. I choose the latter. Any chance to kiss you is a blessing, so I try and take full advantage. You smile as I lean over, closing the distance, your soft lips finding mine. "I love you," you say, and I can't help but grin like an idiot myself. I love hearing those words from you. "I love you more," I tease. It's not a contest and you know it.

We finally leave the city behind and I push the Aston Martin hard. I hit cruise control and let the car take it from here. I already miss your touch, so I reach out my hand. You've gotten used to me doing it and I smile at the thought as you immediately start playing with my fingers. Your touch soothes me, it always has.

My mind wonders off to the reason we're in the car. Ever since my relationship with my mom was restored, I have wanted you to meet her. We just never got around to it. I've told her about us and I could hear the joy in her voice when she realized you were that special person in my life. She invited us right away. Marcus too has been pestering me about bringing you over. He's always loved you. I'm pretty sure he'll happily kick my ass in person for taking so long to finally come to my senses. I feel so fortunate to have people in my life who care so much.

I look over and your eyes are closed. I know how tired you were, so I let you sleep. We still have a long way to go.

After a quick bathroom break, we are on our way again. I booked us a hotel room, even though Marcus insisted we stay with them. I told him you might prefer your privacy, being new to the family and all. He bought it. I just didn't want him to overhear us having sex. Thirteen years of repressed feelings have resulted in us going at it like rabbits. We just can't seem to stop. It's gotten so bad that we're even doing it in the office. I smile thinking back on all the spots we've checked off and the ones still on the list. I can't get enough of you, Donna. Shit, I almost get hard now, tired or not. A hotel room was definitely a good idea.

After a while, I pull into the parking lot and get our bags.

•∞•

Our suite at the Liberty is absolutely amazing. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, big king size bed, oversized bathtub. You have good taste, Harvey. I'm proud to be with a man who does.

My little powernap in the car has reinvigorated me. I know you must be really tired when you don't join me in the shower. I'm a little disappointed, but that's okay. I don't mind curling up next to you and watching you as you drift off.

I wash the workweek off of me, slowly feeling the tension ease out of my muscles.

When I return to the bedroom, all the lights are off, except for the ones by the bedside. You're on top of the covers waiting for me, on your back, naked, stroking yourself leisurely. I bite my lip and smile, dropping the robe I was wearing, trying to seductively clamber over to you. I kiss you as soon as I reach you. I had an idea in the shower, but I wasn't sure if I needed to save it for later. I was pretty turned on by it and finding you ready for me only adds to my arousal.

"I thought you were tired." I pull at the scrunchy in my hair, letting it fall around us as I place my lip to yours again. "I am, but he apparently isn't." You motion to your erection, a lazy smile appearing at your lips. I love how you sometimes refer to your penis like it has a will of its own. I still giggle at it.

Your fatigue is actually pretty convenient for what I want to do with you.

"Hold on." I climb off the bed and get your tie. You watch me carefully, not knowing what I am up to. I reposition myself on top and instruct you to close your eyes. You do as I say, trusting me blindly. I secure your tie around your eyes, kissing your lips, letting my tongue travel as your senses are heightening. I wish I had something else to tie your hands with, but I don't, so for now they get to roam in the darkness. I sense how they are tentative in their caresses, like they're touching me for the first time, tracing my shape and landing on my breasts. My nipples harden against your touch, the tight round buds brushing your palms, sending shivers up my spine as I arch my back.

•∞•

The shower turns on and I imagine the water slowly cascading down your amazing body. I get hard instantly. I start playing with my erection, not wanting to get too carried away, but desperately wanting to be ready for you. I could join you right now, but I think I'll surprise you by just waiting here. Honestly, you might have to do all the work tonight anyway. I hope you don't mind.

The shower turns off and I wait impatiently, craving to see your face when you walk in. The moment you do, your expression is exactly what I had hoped for. Desire hitting you immediately when your eyes fall upon me. You crawl towards me and I let you take the lead. I can be tired later, so can my hard-on. The giggle that escapes your throat reverberates through me.

Suddenly, you're gone and I have no idea what you're doing. With my tie in your hand you climb back on top and I have a feeling I know where this is heading. God, Donna. You never cease to amaze me. I close my eyes at your command and when the fabric is secured around my eyes, my instincts take over. The taste of your lips, the smell of your hair, the touch of your skin, soft moans in my ear, the intensity of it is spectacular.

My skin is on fire, absorbing your wet kisses. My palms brush over your surface, the sensation completely new to me, tracing every curve, every muscle. I fondle my way to your breasts, cupping them. Your nipples are hard against my palm and I give extra attention to the area, my own arousal increasing by the second while I explore in complete darkness.

Without notice you raise my erection in your hand and I am shocked by the sensation, my abdomen contracting. Your voice is soft. "You okay?" I hear. Everything is more than okay. I feel you shift and I wait impatiently, not knowing what is coming next. I never thought I'd enjoy relinquishing control like this, but then again, with you, everything is different.

•∞•

Your erection is jumping, so I palm you and stroke your beautiful length. The sudden contact makes you hiss and I have to check if you're alright. You nod vigorously. Good. I leave your hips to slide in between your legs, continuing my strokes with increasing pressure. I watch you as I ever so softly lick the tip. As if struck by lightning you arch off the bed, gripping the bedsheet, moaning my name. So, I do it some more.

I am so damn proud of myself. I love pleasuring you like this, taking you in my mouth as far as you'll go, leaving you there while I swallow around it. You love me doing this and the guttural moan you elicit proves it. Soon enough I have you begging.

I kiss my way up your body, teasing your nipples, before I nuzzle your neck. Your hands are in my hair as you bring my head back down to your mouth. I position you against my core and slowly slide down, my warm and wet center enveloping you as you thrust into me, kissing me senseless. I lean back, meeting your thrusts one by one, your hands on my hips. I am so turned on right now, I know I won't last long, and something tells me you won't either.

Your thumb finds my clit and I feel a well-known pleasure building inside. I moan your name, while I throw my head back. "Harvey, I'm close," I warn. "Me too," you manage to get out and I let you continue rubbing me, while I take you in writhing beneath me. You are comfortable being at my mercy and I revel in that notion. You are mine.

•∞•

I am propelled off the bed by some unseen force when your tongue touches the head. Never before have I felt this much stimulation, the titillating sensation almost too much to handle. So, I grip the bedsheets and hold on for dear life as you swallow me whole, taking your time driving me insane. I beg for more, for you to stop, for this to never end.

You release me from your mouth and I ache from the loss of your touch. Luckily, you are moving upwards again, leaving a trail of kisses on my still burning skin, never before having realized just how sensitive my body can be. Before long I have your head in my hands and I don't want to let go, kissing you, smelling you, tangling my fingers in your hair. But you need more and I let you guide me inside of you.

The tightness combined with your heat brings me to my breaking point. I want you with me and let my hand fumble till I find your most sensitive spot, rubbing it till I hear you moan loudly. We are both so close and I try to keep going, but the room fades away and my orgasm overtakes me as I feel your walls convulsing around me.

•∞•

I explode into a million pieces, feeling you release inside me at the same time. We've gotten good at that, too. I ride the waves until they pass and I collapse on top of you, noticing how your body is shaking. Kissing you, I remove your makeshift blindfold. You blink a few times before switching positions. "Jesus, Donna." You kiss me hard, pressing my body into the mattress. "That was goddamned hot!" You sound surprised, thanking me with another blistering kiss. "I'm glad you liked it," I grin. There's more where that came from. You just wait.

You whisper in my ear and the quiet room gives the words all the more meaning, they are meant for me alone. "I'm the lucky one," I counter.

You rest your head on my pillow, covering half my body with yours, falling asleep within minutes, your face as relaxed as I've ever seen it. I listen to your breathing, letting sleep find me as well.

•∞•

I don't think I ever came this hard. My body is trembling with aftershocks as you drape yourself over me. As soon as I can see, I flip us over, trying to express how fucking awesome that was. You seem pleased with yourself and you have every right to be. I feel like I can't get close enough to you. I want to hold you, melt our bodies together and make sure you know how much I love you.

"You are amazing." I kiss your lips again and move my lips to your ear. "How did I get so lucky?" I whisper, hoping to convey my sincerity. My heart jumps at your reply. I've never been this in love before.

The next morning, we sleep in, skipping breakfast. Feeling revitalized, I properly thank you for last night, before we jump in the shower together and get ready for the day. Because today I get to show you around Boston. I'm so excited to show you this part of my history.

•∞•

You leave our bed in the middle of the night and I still get nervous every time you do, even though you haven't had a panic attack since our first night together. My mind eases the moment I see your frame come through the door just a minute later. I hide my worries and pretend to sleep as you settle in beside me.

I awake from soft, wet kisses being placed on my collarbone. Good morning, Harvey! I love waking up next to you. Our morning together is amazing, making me wish we could just stay in all day, despite the eagerness you reveal at getting to show me around town. I can't deny how cute you are right now.

After showing me around campus, we have lunch at one of the places you used to frequent when you were still in college. I imagine a college-aged you, struggling hard with his situation at home, while excelling at school. As the son of two artists, it makes sense you would go a completely different route, craving stability and order. It probably also meant you had to work for it that much harder and you probably felt alone most of the time. I ask it you liked your college years. I don't think we've ever really talked about it before.

You think I expect a generic, 'please the crowd' type of answer like, 'I loved it' or 'best years of my life', but you know me better than that and you can tell my concern is genuine.

•∞•

Harvard. I have some really fond memories of this place. It gave me the step up in life I needed. After I show you around, we have lunch at this place that's has been around for ages. I used to come here every weekend, I brought my dates here. Your voice is gentle when you ask me if I liked college. Immediately I want to convince you I had the best time. Isn't that what everyone does when posed this question? But the look on your face tells me you won't believe me if I do.

"My parents split up when I was in college. I moved out of the house soon after. There was no way I could stay there knowing I was the one who…" It still hurts talking about it. I swallow hard as you watch me intently. "I broke up our family." You reach across the table to take my hand in yours waiting for me to continue. "College meant getting away from home and everything that happened there. So, I tried to get the most out of it." You ask if I was ever lonely and the question pierces right through my heart. Nobody has ever asked me that before. How do you do that? I try to smile the pain away, but I fail. "I was, even though I told myself I wasn't. My parents never went to college, so they had no idea what it entailed. Jessica paid for it, so it didn't concern them. And during and after the divorce, my dad was just so preoccupied. He tried to be supportive… I don't blame him."

I stare at my sandwich.

•∞•

I listen to you explain your experience and my heart breaks for you. I'm glad you're being honest with me and I am so sorry you had to go through that. You fall silent. "Hey." I try to get your attention, smiling tenderly. Your sad eyes meet mine. "You'll never have to feel lonely like that again." My thumb brushes over the back of your hand, in an effort to add weight to my words. "I know," you say convincingly, the sadness in your eyes changing to love.

A few hours later, we pull up to your mom's house. My nerves have gotten a bit worse and you have noticed my silence. Before we get out, you reach over. "Hey." I meet your eyes. "It's gonna be fine." I don't say anything, I just kiss you, needing to shake this uneasiness off.

We get out of the car and I take a deep breath. You wait for me to make it around to your side, so you can link your fingers with mine as we walk up the steps to the front door. My heart is racing, but I hold on to you.

•∞•

Loneliness had become such a normal thing for me, I never really considered it. You really can get used to anything, like coming home to an empty apartment, day after day, not having anyone to share your day with, endless anonymous sex or jerking off to a fantasy. However, now that we're together, I can't believe I lasted as long as I did without going crazy. I hunger for your presence every minute of the day. Your words warm my heart, because I know you mean them and I feel like the luckiest bastard alive.

The drive to my mom's house is short, but you haven't said a word. You don't have to be nervous, but I get it. Pulling up, I try to reassure you. I can't say I am not nervous myself. I haven't spoken to my mom a lot. It's not like we are suddenly very close. We are still rebuilding our relationship, too. So, I wait for you to take my hand, because I need you next to me when I ring the doorbell.

We share one final look, both feeling like idiots for making such a big deal about this. The door opens and Marcus is the one answering. His eyes are a bit more sunken and he's lost some weight since the divorce, but the smile on his face tells me not to worry.

"Harvey!" Marcus gives me one of his bear hugs, forcing me to let go of your hand. He lets go and I regard him vigilantly, not knowing how he'll greet you.

•∞•

Your brother clearly loves you. I haven't seen Marcus in ages. He looks a bit worse for the wear, but I am sure we do, too. I wait for him to finish hugging you, a smile creeping on my lips, watching you both.

"Donna." His voice is far gentler with me. "It's so good to see you again." He kisses my cheek and hugs me, too, albeit it with some reserve. "It's good to see you, too, Marcus."

"So, this fool finally got his shit together, huh? Took him long enough." Marcus is only teasing, but I can see it still pains you to be reminded of what we missed. Marcus turns his back to us, leading the way. I give you a wink and take your hand, walking into the house.

There's a wonderful smell coming from what I assume is the kitchen as an older gentleman approaches me. You inform me this is Bobby. The Bobby I mentally add. It's so hard not to picture your history with him. The man offers me his hand and I shake it before we continue on further into the house. We indeed arrive at the kitchen where a blond-haired woman looks up at us with the brightest of smiles.

"Harvey! Donna! You made it." Lily seems really excited about our presence. She drops what she is doing and comes over to where we're standing, taking off her apron before hugging you. You embrace and I watch how your body relaxes. You pull back. "Mom, I want you to meet someone."

Here we go, I think. I suppress my nerves and put on a smile. You sound proud introducing me to a woman who has been critical in your life and I fall in love with you all over again. Your mom turns towards me and takes both my hands in hers.

"It's so nice to finally meet you." Her grip is strong and I see something familiar in her face and the way she speaks. "I am forever grateful to you for your part in getting my son to make his peace with me." She completely blindsides me. Noticing the change in my expression, she gives me a warm smile. Her word choice makes it that I can't really deny her statement. "I just helped him see what he already knew in his heart. He still took care of the hard part." I look over at you, still so proud of you, knowing it couldn't have been easy. "And it's really nice to finally meet you, too." I squeeze her hands, a genuine sense of relief settling over me.

It's a moment between the three of us that I will forever cherish.

•∞•

Marcus calling me a fool stings, but I let it go. I can't change the past, nor do I want to. If I hadn't gone through all the shit that happened in the past twenty-something years, I wouldn't be the man I am today, ready to love you with everything that I am. You take my hand and we walk through the door. I realize I am glad this isn't the house I grew up in. We don't need all those memories haunting us.

Bobby greets us. I tolerate the man, but we'll never be friends. I sense your wariness of him the moment I introduce you. It must be so weird for you to be here.

The smell of my mom's cooking becomes increasingly stronger as we walk into the kitchen. It smells like family to me and for the first time in forever I feel like I am finally a part of one. My mom is so excited to see us and I must say I am excited to see her, too. I lean into her embrace, hugging her just a little longer. I break the contact, suddenly desperate to introduce you. I hadn't anticipated this moment to be so emotional. The two most important women in my life, finally meeting. My voice breaks just a little. "This is Donna."

I observe you and my mom connecting, the words you exchange hardly registering. I just know that when your eyes meet mine and I see the smile on your face, I love you more than I did before. I swallow hard, clenching my jaws.

Somehow Bobby and Marcus reappear, having been absent for the past few minutes. The moment's gone and I ask what your making, taking a seat at the counter with you joining me, our legs touching.

"It's a surprise. But for dessert I made your favorite. Strawberry pie." "That's your favorite?" I hear you whisper in my ear, incredulously. "I am so telling Dr. Lipschitz on you!" I teasingly tell you to knock it off, feeling embarrassed. You squeeze my leg and I cover your hand with mine, leaning in for a kiss. We're here. You've met. I feel myself finally relax.

"What were you two mumbling about?" Marcus' voice cuts through forcing us to break our kiss. I look up and see three pairs of eyes focused on us.

•∞•

The other two men walk into the kitchen and I take a seat next to you at the counter, needing to feel you close to me as my nerves slowly settle down. Bobby pours us a drink. I have just taken a sip of my wine when your mom says something about strawberry pie being your favorite and the liquid in my mouth threatens to make its way out my nose. Oh my God. Strawberries? I should have known your fetish was related to your mom and I can't help teasing you about it. "Stop it," you growl, so I rest my hand on your leg and you kiss me. The ice has definitely been broken.

Marcus says something and I realize everyone is looking at us. You clear your throat and I remember something we forgot. "I was just telling Harvey we forgot something in the car." I remind you of the bottle of wine we got your mom. We were too preoccupied to remember bringing it in when we arrived.

You get up and leave me alone in the kitchen with your relatives.

"Marcus told me you are staying at a hotel?" Lily asks from behind the counter, already back at the cutting board. "We are." "Good. I know what it's like to be in love." She shoots me a knowing look and I blush. "And I can tell by the way he looks at you that he really loves you."

Hearing your mom say it means something to me. You may have had your differences, but you are still her son and she knows you. "I love him, too." The admission in public, to your family, makes me feel exposed, like they might have the power to tell me I am not worthy, yet at the same time, it gives me a sense of belonging, because everyone in this room feels the same.

Dinner is lovely. Your mom is a great storyteller and I love hearing about your childhood, even though you clearly don't care for the embarrassing stories being shared here tonight. But every time I catch your eye, you seem sincerely happy.

•∞•

After dinner, you join my mom in the kitchen, who indicated the men were not welcome there. It's part of a bonding ritual I never thought I'd experience. When Paula met her, it was so different, almost forced, but you just fit right in and I am glad you two are getting to know each other.

Marcus, Bobby and I share some scotch and I know the questions are bound to fly. "Harvey, you gotta tell me man… You and Donna have known each other forever. What happened?" Marcus wants to know.

"It's a long story." I hope they will leave it at that.

"Katie has the kids tonight. I have nowhere else to be."

"Me neither", Bobby adds.

"Alright, I'll tell what happened. I was about to lose my license." I suddenly realize this admission might come as a shock. "Someone else took the fall for me." Ever more shocking? Both men are wide-eyed. "He had his reasons for doing so. But it was a monumental event."

"No shit," Bobby interjects. "Sorry, go on."

"Donna wasn't there. I couldn't share it with her and it made me see that no event in my life had any meaning unless she was there with me. I mean, she has been at my side for so long. We've been through hell and back and I was finally at a place where I could acknowledge the fact that I love her. She makes me a better lawyer and a better man. She always has. I had my head so far up my ass I would have missed dad's funeral if it hadn't been for her. She was the one that encouraged me to make amends with mom. I owe everything to her." The two men across the table just look at me in awe. I guess they're not used to me sharing my feelings. I feel a bit self-conscious when Marcus tells me he is really happy for me and I am glad I told them.

"You know why I always called her when I needed to talk to you?" Marcus poses the question I have been dying to ask all night. "No." I answer quickly.

"Because the few times I did, I just knew she would get you to call me back."

"I would have called you back, Marcus."

"No, Harvey, you wouldn't have. You would have gotten so caught up in work or whatever bullshit you had going on and it just wouldn't have been important enough."

I know he's probably right. It hurts like hell to hear him say it. Just like when he told me had gotten sick again and hadn't informed me about it. I stare at my drink as he continues. "But I knew Donna would get you to do it. Look, I'm not trying to break your balls here. What I'm trying to say is that for the longest time I've known she was someone special who cared a lot about you. Even dad knew. I'm just glad you finally saw it, too."

"You have no idea." The mention of dad knowing about you brings a sadness to the surface I didn't know resided in me. If only he was still here… I would have been honored to introduce you and he would have been so pleased. His absence is suddenly looming large in my mind and heart.

•∞•

Lily pours us a glass of wine as we take a seat at the counter.

"You know… I met Paula. Harvey had once told me someone very special to him had motivated him to reconcile with me. I made the mistake of thinking that was her. It was very awkward."

"Poor Paula." No wonder she was so threatened by me. Everywhere she went she was reminded of my existence. "Paula wanted Harvey to fire me, because I guess she felt threatened by me or the history Harvey and I shared. He couldn't do it, so he got someone to offer me a job. I knew what was going on, so I decided to quit. But he surprised me by not accepting my resignation, even though it caused him his relationship." I don't even want to think about where we would be if you hadn't done that.

"Clearly, you have meant a great deal to him for a very long time."

"I have. It just took him a while to recognize that, too."

"Sometimes men can be like that. But if he's been in your life for so long already, know that he's not going anywhere." Her words make me believe she speaks from personal experience.

"We've definitely had our ups and downs over the years, but I can't imagine my life without him." I hope I'll never have to. Lily just looks at me with a graceful smile.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I know how Harvey has struggled with relationships in the past and I know I am partially to blame for that. So, knowing my son has someone as wonderful as yourself in his life who loves him and takes care of him, is more than I ever could have wished for." There is no doubt in my mind that this woman loves you very much, Harvey.

•∞•

You finally reappear, glass of wine in your hand and I momentarily lose my focus, the way you carry yourself as you enter the room demands all my attention. Our eyes meet and a dazzling smile appears on your lips. I pull the chair next to mine backwards for you to take a seat in and I want to kiss you desperately. I take your hand instead. "Hey." I don't need to ask you if everything is okay. Your eyes tell me all I need to know. We just stare at each other for a second, my thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand. Screw it. I lean in for a kiss anyway and you meet me halfway. I don't care what the rest thinks. I'm madly in love with you and am not afraid to show it.

The evening winds down and you inform me you're getting tired and I guess I am, too. We say our goodbyes and before long we're pulling out of the drive way, leaving my mom's house as different people than how we arrived. You were initiated into the family tonight and you have no idea how much that means to me. My love for you grows a little more, still.

Exhaustion washes over me the moment we walk into the hotel room. It's been one hell of a day. I watch you climb into bed and rest your head next to mine, sharing my pillow.

•∞•

When I walk into the dining room, your handsome face turns towards me and our eyes lock. All at once it's like there's no one else in the room. I could have walked into a room with a hundred other people and still felt like we were the only two people on the planet. I wonder if you're thinking the same thing. I sit down and don't want to break our eye contact. It's just so intimate, like we're having a secret conversation. Your touch is something I realize I missed tonight, so when you lean forward, I can wait to press my lips against yours regardless the brevity our kiss is. I think I hear the voices around us falling silent, but I don't care.

Thirty minutes later I am stifling a yawn. This has been one amazing day, but I am really getting tired. Putting on my coat, your mom tells me she would love for us to visit more often and I tell her we will and that she's always welcome to visit us, too. I never thought I would like your mom so much, but the more I talked to her, the more I recognized how alike you two are and my heart breaks for the fact that you lost so much time together.

When we get into the car, something significant has shifted between us. I feel even closer to you than before. I had no idea that was possible.

Finally, I climb into bed. The room is dark but I find you blind. You are on your side facing me and I rest my body flush against yours, chest to chest, hip to hip, sharing your pillow, one arm tucked under, the other around you. Our legs do their dance and I kiss you gently. "Thank you for bringing me here." You kiss me with a little more passion in return. You tell me your mom loved me and I am delighted. "I really liked her, too. She loves you so much."

My finger is drawing lazy circles on your back and I feel myself starting to doze off when you ask me a question. "I love you, Harvey." I turn around and let you spoon me and before long I am gone.

•∞•

The nearness of you is captivating. I wish we could stay like this forever. Your lips are soft on my own, thanking me for bringing you here. You know I am the one who should be thanking you, right? My kiss in return is a little more heated. "My mom loved you." When you tell me you like her, too I feel something ease out of me I didn't even know was there. Suddenly there are more stars in the sky for me to see, even though they have always been there. I was just never in the right spot to see them. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" It's really a rhetorical question, because it's impossible for you to know. All you know is you love me, too.

You face the other way and I mold my body to yours, my arm coming to rest on your chest. You hold me tight. I inhale your scent one last time and feel myself slip into blissful oblivion.

The next morning, I slip out of bed to get a shower. I must admit I am a little nervous. There is one final stop I want to make before we head home. It wasn't on the list, however after last night I feel a strong desire to pass by this one particular spot. As the water cascades down my body and steam has covered the six-foot long glass divider, I see a flash of auburn walk by. The walk-in shower has no door, so you join me effortlessly under the waterfall, pressing your glorious figure to mine, kissing me intensely. You radiate desire. My body responds to you instantly. You palm my growing arousal and stroke me eagerly, while I make my way down your neck, pulling your wet hair aside, gently sucking on your sensitive, porcelain skin just below your earlobe.

My hands cup your ass before one of them moves to the front, sliding between your legs, finding you hot and ready. I slip a finger inside, then another, moaning in your ear as I feel myself lose control with every second your hand twists and turns around my shaft.

In one quick motion I pull your hand off of me and push you up against the glass, spreading your legs with my own, watching you brace for impact. I position myself and in one motion upwards sheath myself inside of you. I am startled at the sensation. "Fuck, Donna."

•∞•

I awake the next morning to an empty bed. I feel stupid for being disappointed. The shower is running, so there's really only one thing I can do. I walk in without saying a word, scanning the image in front of me. Wet is definitely my favorite color on you, you sexy, sexy man. I cross the distance swiftly and cover your mouth with my lips, letting our tongues find each other. You definitely like that, so I grip your hardening length, readying you to take me.

Your hand explores my sex and I feel you enter me. I am so hot for you already. Your breath is in my ear as a moan escapes my lips. Before I know what's happening, I am up against the glass, my nipples hardening even further at the cold contact, your body pressing into me.

You spread my legs and I put my hands out. With your hands on my hips I feel you fill me up in one slick motion. Fuck! This feels good. Your name escapes my lips involuntarily as you drive into me, the water hitting us both in different places, adding an extra dimension to our joining bodies. Your hands travel up to cup my breasts. I arch into you, throwing my head back, while you pound into me relentlessly, as deep as you can. I meet you thrust for thrust.

After a while, your breathing becomes labored and I know you're getting close, so I take your hand and move it between my legs, needing a little more encouragement. You know exactly what I need, rubbing me hard and fast as your orgasm approaches quickly. Soon, your hand leaves its position in preparation of a pending release, needing to steady yourself. So, I take over, feeling my own release climbing fast. Your moans increase as you press your head into my shoulder, biting me delicately.

Your body tenses up before I feel you spill inside of me, just moments before my own orgasm overtakes me. I feel lightheaded, relinquishing to the moment, to you. My legs are shaking when you pull out. Your arm snakes around my waist, holding me to you, allowing me to lean into you until our breathing settles, the water engulfing us.

•∞•

Thrusting up into you, I let my hands roam over your slick skin. I massage your breasts, twisting at your nipples, loving the feeling of them in my palms while I take you from behind. You arch your back, exposing your neck and I drop my mouth to your surface, alternating between sucking and biting, thrusting harder and harder.

I can no longer control my motions, nor my breathing when you direct my hand to your core. I rub you almost aggressively, desperate for you to come with me as my arousal builds. The closer I get, the less steady I am on my feet and I brace for release, leaning against the glass, nuzzling your neck, losing myself in you. I explode into you and feel your walls convulse around me almost simultaneously, extending the divine pleasure I am experiencing throughout my body.

I notice your trembling legs, so I steady you by wrapping my arms around you, the spray calming us both. You turn to face me, your hands around my neck and we unwittingly sway as if we're dancing, the soft sound of the water serving as the music, our hearts providing the rhythm. You tell me you missed me when you woke up. I know the feeling. "I couldn't sleep anymore and I didn't want to wake you." It's not the whole truth, but that shouldn't matter. I'll tell you the rest later, but I should have known you wouldn't fall for such a lame excuse.

"Do you trust me?" Because that's all I need right now.

•∞•

As the water continues to fall and my breathing returns to normal, I turn around to look at you, my arms around you. We sway slowly to some inaudible melody.

"You weren't there when I woke up. I missed you." My walls have pretty much all been destroyed by you. When we first got together, I tried to play it cool, keeping some distance, in case you changed your mind. But the longer we're together, the clearer it is to me that this is really it, not just for me, but for you, too. My love for you has grown exponentially and all I want to do it shout it from the rooftops and tell you as often as I can.

I don't really believe your reply. "You have no trouble waking me, at all hours of the night, might I add, to make love to me. It hasn't stopped you before. What's going on?" I get just a little nervous now. You ask if I trust you and you know my answer, so that's what I'll do, but the unsettling feeling remains.

•∞•

After breakfast, we check out and pack our stuff in the car. I don't tell you where we're going until we get there. I cross my fingers hoping you'll like it, because there is a good chance you won't. But I'll gladly risk it.

The drive to the cemetery is short and I pull up into the parking lot. Before we exit the vehicle, your hand finds mine when you realize this is our destination for the day. Your eyes water, looking up at me. My name leaves your lips just above a whisper. I scan your face. "I wanted you to…" I swallow. I don't know how to explain and you squeeze my hand encouragingly. "Is this okay? I mean, we don't have to stay long. Or we can just go…" Shit, maybe this was a bad idea. Your hand moves to my face, coming to rest on my cheek, soothing any nerves I may have had. "We can stay as long as you want." My heart overflows with love for you.

The sky is gray, with a chill in the breeze as we walk among the tombstones in silence, our fingers locked. The closer we get, the more anxious I feel. I don't know exactly why, but I rub my thumb over yours ferociously. Sadness permeates the air and I think I am the one radiating it.

•∞•

I have just settled in for the long drive back when you pull into a parking lot. I look around and I know where we are. This is why you were nervous earlier. It all makes sense now. Your dad. I can cry at the thought alone. You bringing me here is a big deal and I am overcome. "Harvey…" I don't know what to say.

You stumble over the words, but I know what you mean. You look so vulnerable, afraid I might not want to be here. How can you know me and still think that? I caress your cheek and sense you settle beneath my touch. Of course, I want to be here. We can stay for however long you want.

The area is beautiful with lush green trees surrounding us, as we walk over a small incline. Your grip is strong on my hand, the air filled with sorrow and regret. There is an eerie silence here, nothing but the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. Your body is tense and I can only imagine what you're going through right now.

•∞•

Arriving at the headstone reading 'Gordon Specter', I am aware of the fact that the ritual I have for visiting my dad's grave won't be performed today, the shots of Macallen reserved for just him and me. And I think I'd like to keep it that way.

We just stand there, staring at the words engraved in the marble.

"Last night, Marcus said something about how my dad, even back then, knew how special you were to me. And since you can't exactly meet him in person any longer, I thought this would be a good alternative." I have a hard time containing my emotions and your eyes are welling up, too.

I pause, trying to calm myself down.

"I've never brought anybody here before." I watch how a single tear rolls down your face and I feel my lower lip tremble uncontrollably. In a futile attempt, I try to swallow away the lump in my throat. "I just wish you could have met him. You would have liked him. And I know he would have loved you." At those last words, I break, no longer able to hold back the tears. You throw your arms around me and I bury my face in your hair. We just hold each other for the longest time.

•∞•

The gravestone is modest. "Loving Father" it reads. I wish I had known him. You always spoke so highly of him. You still do. Low and hoarse, your voice cuts through the silence. I hang on to your every word, tears already welling up. Seeing you so close to tears yourself makes me wish I could take your pain and carry it for you. Battling all the emotions rising within you, you finally succumb to them and I just hug you as tight as I can. Do you really think your dad would have loved me? Those words mean so much coming from you.

I don't know how long we just stand there, lost in our embrace. I pull back and look into your bloodshot eyes, seeing so much sadness lingering in them. My hands rest on your chest when I say, "Would you like me to give you a minute?" I have a feeling you do. You nod ever so slightly.

I pull your face towards me and leave a kiss on your lips. "Take as long as you need." You try to smile and that's enough for me. Even when I walk away you hold my hand until I am out of reach, our fingertips grazing tenderly until the very last moment before our connection is broken.

•∞•

One of the many things I love about you is how you always know exactly what I need without me saying a word. I can't seem to hide from you and that is both terrifying and appreciated. You see right through me and that's exactly what I need if I ever hope to make it work with you, because sometimes it's just so easy to hide my feelings. Yet you won't let me. You can't help yourself.

I shake my head in disbelief as you walk away from me. I watch your form disappear into the distance, your beautiful hair gently moving with your step before turning my attention back to where my dad was laid to rest, staring at the name I inherited.

"That was Donna. Isn't she amazing? Every morning I wake up and think it's a dream. I have never loved anyone quite like this before and it scares me to death. I wish I could get your advice, dad, because I am so afraid I will screw this up. My track record with women isn't exactly stellar. But this relationship is… She is everything I ever wanted. I think I want to marry her, even though I don't even know what I'm doing most of the time. But I do know she is the one, dad. She's the one." It's the first time I've said the words out loud and I like how they sound. I like how they make me feel. I want to marry you. Eventually. There is absolutely no rush.

I sigh deeply. The grief over this loss hits me like a freight train. "I miss you, dad."

•∞•

Walking back, I come upon a bench underneath a beautiful oak. I take a seat, reflecting on our weekend together. After all these years, I finally met your mom who, for all her faults, turns out to be wonderful. I feel like I've gotten to see a different part of your life and I feel so much closer to you. Gradually, I am allowing myself to think of a future with you. I may not be able to imagine one without you, but I have never thought about how. It's still scary as hell, but I can't deny my love for you.

Soon enough your frame comes into view as you walk over the hill, towards me. I watch you until you notice me and even from a distance, I see your energy change, your shoulders squared, your head high. When you finally reach me, the first thing you do is take my hand and kiss me. There is still a cloud of sorrow surrounding your sad eyes, but it's dissipating before my eyes. I scan your features as you scan mine.

"Let's come back soon," I propose. "I'd like that," you smile.

A/N: Please let me know what you think by leaving a review. I will continue with this story as the season progresses. After 902, I definitely want to revisit the Thomas storyline.