Today, I was supposed to study more immunology. Knowing I would be unproductive at my apartment, I went to the library to do some work. And that is the story of how I ended up spending the day writing 5k more of darvey sex again... in the SCHOOL LIBRARY OF ALL PLACES.
This is Part 1 or 2! Part 2 is 4,000 words, set in the present, contains all the fun adult times, and is ready to go after some minor edits. If you loved it let me know, if you hated it I WILL GROW! Will post part 2 sooner depending on feedback and time constraints :)
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December 23, 2009
It was the end of a very long day, but it was to be expected. The firm was taking the next two days off for the holidays, easing them into a rare 4-day weekend that only occurred once every 8 years. As a result, everyone had been hauling ass to tie up any loose ends to further ensure ultimate relaxation during the break.
Harvey glanced at his watch, and sighed at the 9:48pm that glared back at him. After 2 depositions, 1 client dinner, and an impromptu mentoring session with Jessica, he was absolutely beat, and couldn't wait to spend the next few days sleeping in, boxing, and watching all of Die Hard.
His work is all wrapped up, minus one last task. With a mischievous grin, Harvey pulls out a beautifully wrapped box, topped off with a satiny black blow. She was going to lose her mind, and possibly murder him. But he had been through so much today, and he thought it warranted a little award….
"Donna, could you come in here for a moment?" he asks into the intercom.
When her head pops up in response, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. The downside of wanting to get all of his work done meant that she had to stay back too, and despite her reassurance that it was fine, he was relatively certain Donna had more of a live than he did waiting for her at home.
She saunters in sassily, but he senses a bit of tiredness from her walk. He's always admired that about her, her perseverance. She never seemed to go a minute at this firm without her hell-raising heels.
"Are you finally done? I have a bubble bath waiting at home," she sighs dramatically.
"For me? Aw, Donna, you shouldn't have."
Her deadpanned expression is so blunt he almost laughs.
"Yes, I'm done, and you're free to go home. There's just one last little thing I have to take care of…" He slides the perfectly wrapped box across the desk and over to her, and can't help but grin when he sees her eyes widen.
"Wait- what? You got me a present?"
"You do know what's coming up in 2 days, right?" He fakes a scoff.
"I do, but I'm surprised you'd remember seeing how much of a workaholic you are,"
They stare at each other for a moment, her with narrowed eyes. He knows she's trying to read him, but he's been anticipating how this exchange would go and is prepared to stand his ground.
She's still suspicious. "It's really for me?"
"Who else would it be for?"
"One of your underaged girlfriends?"
"Look, Donna, I handpicked this out just for you. If you don't want it, I could always just return it," he says with mock exasperation.
He can't, really. He already cut off the tags.
She's quick to take back her words. "NO! I'm sorry." She reaches for the box, picking it up gently and grazing the edges gently. "This is so nice of you, Harvey, thank you. I'm just taken aback because I didn't get you anything." She really is stunned. He can tell, because she refuses to look him in the eyes.
"Hey," he says, after a moment of silence. It's a hey that sounds serious and garners her attention, and he's immediately staring back into her eyes.
"I didn't do it because I wanted anything in return. You and I, we're a hell of a team. I don't say it enough but I'm grateful for your help, and I couldn't do half of what I do out there without you by my side."
"Aw, Harvey," She tilts her head and touches her heart.
"Are you touched?"
"Kind of hard to be affected by something you already knew, but I guess it is nice to hear once in a while."
He breaks out into this smile as he chuckles and can't help but shake his head. She's impossible, but he wouldn't want her to be any other way.
"Alright, go home. Are you going to your family's in Cortland?"
"Yeah. You're gonna lounge in your sweatpants and watch outdated movies until you pass out?"
"Pretty much."
They grin happily at each other.
"Merry Christmas, Harvey."
"Merry Christmas, Donna."
He wasn't due to see her for the next four days. It felt weird, but he knew her reaction to his present would be more than enough to get him through it.
December 25, 2009
Harvey was just about to dig into his Chunky Monkey (per her recommendation) when his phone rings.
Calling: Donna Paulsen
He put everything down right away, and waited a few rings before picking up the phone. It was showtime.
"Hell-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Hi Donna, Merry Christmas to you too," he says jovially. "Care to elaborate what you mean?"
He knows exactly what she means. Two days prior to giving Donna her present, he had been actively shopping for what to get her. He wanted it to be perfect but was getting tired of the fact that nothing could reach his expectations. By chance, he happened to walk by La Perla, where thought of a ridiculous idea that he immediately decided to act upon.
Which explained why Donna was currently hundreds of miles away from him, staring at the most skimpy, tiny, and lacy nightgown the store had to offer.
"This- this is ridiculous, Harvey! I opened this in front of my parents! Thank god I didn't tell them it was from you before I unwrapped it,"
He has to cover his mouth so she wouldn't hear him guffawing on the other end.
"Who'd you say it was from?"
"A boyfriend,"
"Oh, so we're dating now?" He teases. The imagery of her blushing scarlet red across the phone line is more than enough to keep his shit-eating grin stuck on his face.
"This is borderline sexual harassment, Harvey. If I didn't love my job so damn much I'd be throwing your ass into jail right now," she says through gritted teeth.
"I just thought it'd be good decoration,"
"I swear, if you're imagining me naked right now-"
He sucks in a breath before he can reveal the constant stream of thoughts he has about her on his own time. He's a hot-blooded male by nature, and Donna has never been one to shy away about the beauty she beholds. He's not sure what any of it means, though.
Quick to recover, he continues,"Donna, look under the wrapping of the set."
She huffs, and is silent for a second. Soon after, he hears some rustling, and he waits.
"Wait… is this…. your platinum card?"
"Before you decide to go out and recklessly sue my ass, I did want to get you something. But nothing seemed like anything you would like so I decided to just let you buy something for your own stuff instead. I meant what I said about us working great together I couldn't do it without you. Buy yourself something nice, but don't turn me to the loan sharks," he says airily.
"Wow, Harvey, I-"
She's speechless again. He wished he was there to see it.
"Merry Christmas, Donna,"
"Merry Christmas, Harvey," she all but whispers.
"Wait, one last question," he adds.
"What?" she responds breathlessly.
"Did I get the size right?"
He's still laughing into his hand when he hears her line click.
The next few days are uneventful. He works out, plans his own hypothetical Christmas heist at the Met, and eats a lot of pizza with yellow tomatoes.
The holiday is over, and they go back to work. His present isn't mentioned, they ring in the New Year with champagne on the roof, and he's back to his normal cycle of work, until he sees his credit card statement on his desk at the end of the day.
It occurs to him he never asked what she got him, but since she's nowhere to be found, he decides to do a little sleuthing.
He drops his file and picks up his letter opener to quickly scan his purchases. His eyes rake down the list until it gets to the 12/25 date, and he smiles.
Gucci. Jimmy Choo. Hermes.
At least she kept her promise not to break his bank.
He keeps skimming, and then he sees one line that makes his blood run cold.
La Perla.
She had gone out and bought something for herself. Lingerie. With his card. Something that he was never going to see, but was sure as hell going to stay in his mind for all of eternity now.
Well, fuck.
He really should've known better than to play with fire.