AN: Hi everyone! This sequel wasn't planned, but your response overwhelmed me. So many of you wanted a continuation. Consider this a belated Valentine's gift from yours truly to this wonderful community of Suitors. I hope you'll like what I came up with. Sorry to disappoint anyone, but there won't be any more chapters. I have so little time nowadays. I went back to college, and I wrote this over many months, a little at a time. Thanks to Spicas for her help with some background details. If you have no idea what happened last, go back to chapter one. Enjoy!

Donna couldn't have been more nervous. The more time had passed since meeting Harvey, the more time she had to overanalyze everything she could remember. Everything was so blurry now. Him coming backstage during the play, her being clearly beside herself while talking to him, and not to forget the wonderful impromptu date that the evening turned into. Now she was determined to distinguish herself from the suicidal role she had played on stage that evening when they had first met.

She was dressed in a burgundy, flowy dress with black heels and a bright yellow purse that was in stark contrast with her more classy style. Despite knowing she had thought of everything, packed everything into her purse, Donna still found herself checking her image in the mirror for the twentieth time in as many minutes.

"No matter how many times you twist and turn, you're looking great every single time," her roommate Jonathan said as he poked his head through the kitchen door.

She released a sigh and gave him a smile. "I know, but I can't help it. Last time we were lost in the spontaneity and had the best time. This time I want to achieve the same amazing feeling when things are a little more planned."

Jonathan grinned. When Donna had told him about her sorta-date with Harvey and how he had come backstage, it all clicked. He was the same man who had asked Jonathan to be let backstage that night. "Donna, I told you a million times, and I swear I'm not making this up, but the look the guy had on his face when he returned from backstage spoke volumes. He was head over heels in love with you, and rightfully so. You're a goddess on stage, and during the evening he saw your real self is even better."

Donna chuckled at her roomie's antics. She loved him for his over-dramatic summary of things, and couldn't help but walk over to him to press a kiss to his cheek. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I know. Not only do I let you go out with that hunk of a man instead of trying my luck with him, I also make sure you look impeccable, too. I'm a dream come true," he replied vainly.

"You got that right," Donna told him with a playful wink.

When the doorbell rang, they looked at each other. Jonathan shooed her to the door and visibly crossed his fingers for her to see.

"You look perfect. Now go and have the time of your life before I'll have to whip out my magic wand! Geez, I've never felt more like a fairy godmother... Make sure you won't be home by midnight," he ordered with a wink and a gentle smile.

She turned around before she opened the door and looked at him with amusement. "Is that how the fairytale goes?"

"It is in my book."

Donna opened the door to reveal and nicely dressed Harvey who held a small bunch of flowers in his hand. He wore dark slacks and a navy button-up shirt.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hey. You look beautiful," he replied softly and handed her the flowers.

She took a step back to let him inside. Jonathan again appeared in the entryway. Harvey's eyes widened at the realization of who he was.

"Harvey, this is Jonathan, my roommate. Jonathan, this is Harvey," she introduced them.

They shook hands, and Harvey had to smile. Of course the "security" guy from the play was a friend of someone in the cast.

"Let me just quickly put these in some water," Donna said as she walked into the direction of the kitchen.

"I can do that," Jonathan volunteered, and took the flowers from her. "You two get going."

"Thanks."

Donna and Harvey said their goodbyes with Jonathan and left the apartment. When they were walking up to his car, he took her hand and gently pulled her towards him.

"I never even could give you a proper kiss," he mumbled before their lips touched.

She knew that she had to stop it or she'd turn on her heels and drag him back into her apartment. She ended the kiss with a peck, and expectantly looked at him. "So? You said we needed to get an early start. What are your plans?"

He nodded. He thought it was best to pick her up at 6PM so his plans wouldn't drag out the night into the wee hours of the morning. "I'm not going to say. Yet. But we're going to New York."

Donna felt a wave of excitement rush through her body at his announcement. New York has always been a city full of possibilities for her, and she was already planning on moving there after graduation. She looked over to Harvey and smiled broadly.

He sensed her giddiness. "What?" he asked he and gave her a lopsided grin as he eyed her.

"Nothing. I'm just really looking forward to tonight," she beamed.

He nodded almost imperceptibly. "Me too."

It took them over an hour to get there, but they finally arrived in Manhattan, and Harvey parked the car not far from the restaurant he had made reservations for. He argued whether he should take her hand as they walked up to the restaurant, but thought it better to play it cool for now.

"I hope you like Italian," he said as he opened the door for her.

Or at least that was what he wanted to do. Instead, the door wouldn't open. She gave him a worried look, as she, too, noticed the locked barrier in front of them.

"Harvey..." Donna said as she motioned to the handwritten note in the window.

Due to a death in the family Da Nicola will stay closed until the 25th.

"Shit!" Harvey muttered, turned away to walk a few steps down the sidewalk, and rubbed his forehead with his hand. Not only was he looking forward to the restaurant, he even more so wanted them to have a great evening together, and he really wasn't prepared to improvise on such an important night. Plus, he had other things planned for later which he didn't want to jeopardize. He had discovered Da Nicola a few weeks before, as he was roaming the streets of Manhattan after a day in the mailroom at Gordon, Schmidt & Van Dyke. He thought it was perfect for a first date. It was small and charming, cozy and comfortable, and the food seemed genuine.

"What now?" asked Donna after he had walked back up to her.

"I don't know," he said resignedly.

"Come," she said, grabbed his hand and started walking.

"Where are we going?" he asked, and felt slightly embarrassed.

"I'm not going to to say," she cockily echoed his words from before.

Harvey tried hard not to break into sweat at the sudden skin contact. Her hand felt incredible in his: warm, soft, delicate even. He stared at her hair as it was moving with every step they took. It looked alluring and smelled divine. Harvey had to be careful not to fall even harder for the beauty that was again saving him. The last time she had saved him from a relationship he was sure wouldn't have been what he wanted, and now she made sure they'd find a place to eat on a Saturday night in Manhattan. They walked around the corner and turned into the next street on the right. After another block they found themselves in front of Erawan.

"You wanna go in?" Harvey asked her hesitantly.

"Yeah. You don't?"

"Sure," he mumbled, unsure if he should tell her that he's not that fond of Thai food.

They were seated not far from the entrance, and soon ordered their food.

"Are you going to tell me how you know of this place?" Harvey asked Donna.

She took a sip of her wine. "My mom and I came here for lunch the last time we were on a shopping trip in the city. I loved their glass noodle salad."

"Is that why you talked me into sharing it as an appetizer?" he grinned before taking a swig of his beer.

"Believe me, you'll love it."

His first impulse was to deny what she had just said, but he had to give it to her. Donna wasn't lacking confidence by any means. So he decided against saying what first came to his mind. After all he'd hate to backpedal later.

For a minute or two Donna just looked at the handsome man in front of her. She got tingly thinking about the kiss they had shared earlier. A not insignificant part of her wanted to find the nearst bed and have her way with him, but she also wanted to get to know him better. On their impromptu date a couple weeks before, things had gotten so serious and their conversation was hard and heavy at times. Talking to a relative stranger wasn't something either of them had planned for that night. Yet both opened up more than they would have with a friend. They had found a deep honesty towards each other and themselves, and they could talk about what really defined them. Donna was hoping for more light conversation and fun on their second date. Not that she wasn't appreciating deeper conversations per se, she just wanted them to have a fun night together.

To get some physical contact, Donna reached her hand out to him across the table. He quickly covered her hand with his and smiled almost sheepishly at her.

With his other hand he reached for his water glass. When he was done drinking, he clearned his throat and said, "I took your advice, you know."

"Regarding?"

"I talked to my brother about... things," Harvey told her. It almost sounded like a confession to her.

"That's good."

"Yeah. He doesn't seem mad at me anymore."

"He was mad before?" she asked, as her eyebrows shot upwards.

"He kinda blamed me for destroying our family."

"That seems unfair."

"I know," Harvey nodded.

"Did he maybe know something, too, and put the blame on you because that's what we always do?"

"He didn't say."

Their food came, and their conversation was interrupted for a moment.

"I don't know if he knew anything, but I doubt it", Harvey replied after he swallowed some of the glass noodle salad.

"How so?"

"Marcus has always been the blissfully ignorant of the two of us."

"And you?"

"I, uh... I might overthink things at times, get stuck in my own head."

"Maybe you need a chimney sweep to clear the pipe between your head and heart," she smiled before she shoved the fork in her mouth, and it astonished Harvey how her off-handed comment seemed to hit the nail on the head. He tried to suppress a smile.

"What?" she asked him when she noticed his curved mouth.

"Nothing. It's just, uh, you don't even know how much I needed to hear that. How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Psychoanalyze people and give them the right advice without being a mental health professional."

"Oh, I'm fabulous that way," Donna stated plainly.

"That's what I'm finding out," he said, and gave her a goofy grin.

She shook her head slightly at his antics. "But seriously, Harvey. Don't take your brother's accusations to heart. I don't blame you one bit for it. Sometimes it's better to let it all out. It's something I actually admire about you. I wish I had your guts."

"Are you serious? I find you plenty gutsy."

"I can be. But unlike you I never openly confronted my father for losing our family money. He's still my dad, you know. And I found it in my heart to forgive him."

"Which is something I admire you for."

"Thank you. Does that make us a mutual admiration society?"

Harvey leaned forward and whispered, "I hope it means we're more than that."

His words made Donna's heart flutter. She had never experienced such an openness that bordered on cocky. But when she looked at his boyish grin, there was no hint of machismo or that toxic masculine certainty that he would get her in his bed. The only things Donna saw in Harvey's face were positivity and pleasant anticipation. She had to grin at the notion.

"What?" he asked her.

"You're incredibly cute, that's all."

After hearing her words he couldn't wipe his grin off his face for most of the remainder of the night. When they didn't eat, their hands had contact which gave them both a feeling of ease, while at the same time keeping the excitement of their connection alive.

"Admit it!" Donna chuckled as they left the restaurant later that night.

"Never!" he refused and pulled her closer to him. He had his arm around her waist as they dandered along the sidewalk.

"Please! You barely let me have any of that glass noodle salad. I assumed you liked it. A lot."

He scoffed. "I was hungry."

"Sure you were," she nodded knowingly.

"When you're hungry the threshold for shitty food is way lower."

"I can't believe you just called that food shitty!" Donna spluttered.

"That was what they call shitty Thai food," Harvey insisted.

"First of all: Who's they?"

"And second of all?" He wanted to know as he put his arm around her waist.

"Second of all: I had a lovely time," she said with a pout.

Harvey stopped them and turned towards her. "So did I."

"Good." Donna knew he was just teasing her. "So, where are we going now?"

"It's a surprise."

"No more surprises. With your luck the next place will be closed because of another killing by the mafia."

"Is that what they meant with 'death in the family'?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's good we found a nice place to have dinner."

"We?"

"Fine. You."

"Thank you. I saved the day again," she breathed dramatically.

"Do you like jazz?" he wanted to know as they rounded the corner to where his car was parked.

"Sure."

Twenty minutes later they were seated at a table for two at a jazz club.

"These guys are amazing," Harvey said to Donna as he pointed to the stage. "I saw them last month at a different club, and I had to see them again. They actually had Donna Lee on that set list."

"I see why you like them," she nodded, her eyes glued to the stage.

"It's one of the perks of living in the city."

"I bet. I'm going to move here the day after I graduate, which is only a couple weeks away. I can't believe I'll be done with college!"

"What do you want to do?"

"I know a couple people who can get me into some plays. Off-broadway. Anyway, how does that work exactly with you living in the city and having to go to Boston all the time?"

"It's all right, actually. When I'm in Boston I stay at a small place I sublet. I have no classes on Mondays and Fridays, so I'm really just out of the city a couple days a week. I work at a lawfirm part-time here so I can pay rent, and I commute to Boston whenever I have to," he explained.

"Ambitious. Why do you want to become a lawyer?"

"To make a shitload of money so I can afford a nicer apartment, maybe a nicer car."

"Noble goals," she smirked.

"Hey, I never said my goals were noble. I got basically none of my parents' artistic genes, so I might as well do something completely different than they do."

They spent the next hour listening to the music, having a drink or two and stealing glances at each other. Donna's heart was racing from time to time, depending on the look he threw her. The later it got, the more she considered going home with him. Not that she was a stickler to rules about sex or no sex on a first date, but she hadn't even decided on whether this was their first or second date. She enjoyed his company, and he fascinated her.

As if he could read her mind, he took her hand again, just like he had before at the Thai restaurant, and leaned in for a kiss. Donna's mouth curved in a smile before their lips touched. He couldn't believe how soft her lips were. She was pretty sure she heard him lightly moan at the contact, which only broadened her smile. Donna's free hand snaked up his arm, across his shoulder before it settled on the nape of his neck. They deepened the kiss, her tongue invading his welcoming mouth. The action had her covered in goosebumps in no time, especially after she felt his hand on her waist.

"Harvey," she breathed after they had separated for air.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Harvey asked her with that boyish grin on his face.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied, grabbed her jacket and purse, and off they went.

They reached Harvey's apartment not long after. He was living close to the club, so they walked. After their heated kiss, Donna was glad the early spring air chilled her flushed skin somewhat. Entering his place, she was surprised to find it rather small, but not untidy. He stepped behind her to take her jacket that she shrugged off her shoulders. It took all his willpower to not kiss the exposed skin on her long neck. A whiff of her perfume invaded his nostrils in that exact moment, making his resolution falter. As he was pondering what to do, Donna, unaware of his predicament, stepped out of his reach as she spotted his impressive record collection.

"Not bad," she said as her bottom lip moved forward and she gave him a nod of approval.

She picked a record from the shelf, took it out of its sleeve and put it on the record player. Harvey watched her with interest. Not often had someone walked straight to his records and was bold enough to choose one of them. He found women were sometimes overwhelmed with the selection or some just didn't care.

"You know what you want, huh?" he asked her as he walked closer to her and put her jacket on the backrest of his couch.

"With certain things, yes, I know exactly what I want," she replied cockily, and the double meaning pleased him very much. Only then did she put the needle on the record, and smiled gently when the soft tune of the trumpet and the piano filled the room.

"You seem to have excellent taste," he mumbled.

"Don't give yourself a compliment, Harvey," Donna teased and turned around to face him.

"How so?" he asked her with a knitted brow.

"It's your record, you bought it. I merely picked it at random," she clarified.

He smiled then, and slowly lowered his head. "So you don't have an aquired taste for Chet Baker?"

"Not yet, anyway. I'm an Ella and Louis kinda gal."

Harvey liked her response. He felt the magnetic pull of her lips, and gradually closed the gap between them. This time, their kiss lacked the initial restraint. They dove in, the tension too thick to act any other way. His breath tickled Donna's face as his breathing hot heavy. The kiss deepened immediately, their mouths open, their tongues exploring. Harvey felt her hands on either side of his hips before they snuck under his shirt, his skin burning from her touch. He took her head in both hands, angling their heads slightly so they could deepen the kiss further. The action left Donna dizzy from the feel of his lips on hers, and slightly out of balance from the intensity of it all. She held onto him so she wouldn't tumble. He moaned at the action and felt goosebumps in response on his entire body. They soon had to separate for air, their eyes never leaving each other, their chests heaving like they'd both run a marathon.

She took his hands and led them to the couch where they sat, their bodies very close to each other.

"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked her then.

"Water's fine", she replied.

He got up and brought her a glass, and one for himself. She drank a sip and put the glass on the coffee table. Harvey copied her action, and after a short while, a curious smile spread across his face.

"What?" Donna asked him with the tiniest hint of insecurity in her voice.

"I'm an idiot."

"What do you mean?"

He swallowed another sip of water, wishing it was alcohol instead so he could find the courage to open up to her. Donna took his right hand between both hers, encouraging him to say what was on his mind. His eyes found hers again, and he thought to hell with it.

"The smallest part of me thought that last time was an exception."

"An exception?"

"Yeah. Beginner's luck. Some oddity. But after tonight... I don't know, Donna. I've had the best time with you. Again," he admitted, adding after a while, "I feel drawn to you."

"Yeah?" she grinned.

"Yeah. I'm falling for you," he admitted shyly, and lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

She closed the gap and pressed the gentlest of kisses to his mouth before she resumed her position on the couch. "Harvey, I'm falling for you, too. No one has ever made me feel this way. And I don't mean just the kisses."

His grin now matched hers.

"But how are we going to make this work? With you in New York and Boston, and me in New Haven..."

"For now. I'll only have two more years in Harvard. And you said yourself you're about to move here."

"I know. But what if this acting thing blows up? I could move to LA."

"Donna, do you wanna be with me?"

"You know I do."

"Good. Then we'll figure something out."

He pulled her closer to him, and they shared a sweet and gentle kiss to seal their deal. Donna moved her body up so she was half draped over him. She cuddled around his torso and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Harvey wrapped his arm around her shoulder and inhaled deeply, her scent again flooding his senses.

"This is nice," she mumbled.

"It is," he agreed, and closed his eyes.

They woke when the sunlight filtered through the windows. They had changed their positions and were now facing each other, Donna's back against the backrest of the couch. She opened her eyes and felt Harvey stir in her embrace.

"Morning," Donna said.

"Morning."

"What time is it?"

Harvey craned his neck to check the clock in the kitchenette. "Almost seven."

She nodded. "You don't happen to have an extra toothbrush in the house?"

"I don't think so. But I can quickly step out and get you one."

"Would you? I hadn't exactly planned on spending the night here."

"Sure," he said and got up.

Harvey vanished in the bathroom for five minutes. Donna grinned at him when he came back out.

"Thank you, Harvey."

"Don't mention it," he said with a smile, grabbed his wallet and was out the door.

He came back shortly after, and found Donna in his kitchen, making coffee.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hi there."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course," Donna said and looked at him expectantly.

"We take our time getting ready, and then I'm taking you for breakfast. We can spend the morning together before I'll drive you back to Yale."

"That sounds nice."

"Here's the toothbrush," Harvey said as he handed her the much needed object.

Donna took it, grabbed her purse, and went into the bathroom. Luckily, she had most of her important stuff in there to make the sleepy look on her face disappear.

Later that day they found themselves in Harvey's car en route to New Haven.

"I had a wonderful time, Harvey," she said and looked at him tenderly.

"Me, too," Harvey replied and took her hand.

"When are we going to see each other again?"

"I'll be in the city for the summer. Maybe we can do something next weekend?"

"I'll have my final performance next weekend."

"Can I come? I mean, I'm still the president of your fan club, right?"

"Sure. I'd love that," she replied snickering at his statement.

"Maybe this time you won't distract me," he smirked.

"Maybe this time you'll get what the play is about," Donna replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe this time you'll invite me back to your place afterwards," Harvey flirted, his voice low and raspy.

"Maybe I'll do that," Donna smiled, not sure if she could wait another second, much less a whole week, to invite him back to her place.

That's it from me for today, folks. Be nice and leave me a review if you will.

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