A/N: This might become a series of smutty, office one-shots...

1. I'll be your Maverick

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"Damn it, Donna, whose side are you on? Faye's or Samantha's?"

"I'm on the side of all of us, Harvey. Because we may need to get Faye out, but if this thing goes too far, we may not have a firm for Samantha to come back to."

She turned her back on him, slightly annoyed he had once again questioned her loyalty. But before she could stomp off irritated, Harvey grabbed her wrist.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He shot her a playful smile and hoped his boyish charm would make her forgive him for being a jerk. "Have I told you how hot you look in that skirt?" Harvey pulled her to him until he could rest his palms on her waist, his finger digging deep into her hips, keeping her in place. "Kelly McGillis has nothing on you." As he brought his lips closer to the exposed part of her neck he so desperately wanted to kiss, he felt two hands shove him backwards.

"Harvey."

His name on her lips could mean a myriad of things. This was a clear, no-bullshit threat if he ever heard one.

"What?" he said innocently, riding the charm for all its worth. "Can't I compliment my girlfriend on her outfit? Especially since I can't wait to get her home and take it off," he leered, leaning in closer until he felt their breaths mingle. "You are hot," he groaned, the playfulness having left his features as he drew her in for a demanding kiss.

Donna pushed at his chest, needing some distance to keep her mind from going places it shouldn't, although her move lacked conviction. "What's gotten into you?"

"You." He planted a kiss on her jaw. "You've gotten into me." As he continued kissing her, exploring fingers traveled along her arm until they reached her hand and he gently guided it between them, pressing it against his crotch. "I wasn't kidding with the Top Gun reference," he grunted in her ear. "I've been hard for you all goddamn day."

Instinctively, Donna fitted her palm around his already impressive erection, feeling the length of him strain against his slacks. She stroked him through the thick fabric, eliciting a warning in the form of her name to roll off his lips and tremble through her resolve. He bucked his hips into her hand and her nipples hardened. Damn him, but she felt herself grow wet as he moaned something else in her ear that never registered.

They didn't do this. Sex in the office had been an unspoken restriction, regardless of how horny they were. But it was late and his breath was hot on her skin and the frustration of the day needed an outlet. She could protest. Tell him to wait until they got home. But then his hand curved around her neck and he kissed her until any coherent objection she may have been able to form disappeared in the way he dominated her mouth.

His tongue was warm and welcoming, making her knees buckle and her stomach flutter. Whatever protest she had left evaporated when he pushed her up against the sink.

Knowing she was helpless against his methods of persuasion, she figured if they were gonna do this, they better be more discreet. "Come here," she demanded, taking his hand and guiding him over to the only stall where she locked them in. "The only reason I'm doing this is because it's late and the chances of being caught ar–"

He crashed his lips into her again, framing her face with both hands as he pinned her against the wall, forcing her to get with the program, fast. He tugged at her skirt, riding it up, until he could slide his hand under it, his palm flat against her stomach, before he turned it upside down and slipped it into her moistened panties. "Jesus, Donna."

She grinned at him smugly as his fingers teased her juicy core.

He tormented her lips with involuntary vigor and slid a finger inside, then another until she moaned out loud. Startled, Harvey placed his free hand over her mouth immediately. "Shh. We gotta be quiet, okay." She nodded against his palm, meeting his stare as he resumed fingering her. To watch her squirm beneath his touch was one of life's biggest pleasures and Harvey relished in it.

Before he could retract the hand that had shushed her, Donna grabbed it and guided his thumb into her mouth. As she sucked, her gaze remained glued on him, her plump, red lips hot around the digit. His eyes grew wide and she devilishly delighted in the knowledge it was driving him crazy.

Donna tried her best not to make any noise, but damn him for doing that thing with his fingers she loved so much. She moaned against his hand and then released it, in dire need of a larger bodily intrusion. So, she started fumbling with his belt until his pants were undone, pooling around his ankles with his underwear. He was as hard as he would get, his glorious arousal throbbing in her palm as she caressed him and watched him grit his teeth.

He withdrew the hand buried deep within her and gripped himself, wetting his hard length while he waited for her to drop her panties. As soon as she had, he lifted one long leg around his waist and with a steadying hand on the wall behind her, sunk himself inside in one fluid motion. He had captured her gasp with a searing kiss before she could make a sound.

Feeling her walls envelop his desperation, he lost his hand in her hair and drew her to him, fusing their mouths to keep them both from crying out.

The sounds of their bodies clashing filled the quiet space surrounding them as Harvey steadily thrust into her, breathing each other's breaths between kisses, hands roaming over too much fabric still separating them.

A subtle but devastating noise stopped them dead in their tracks. The bathroom door opened with a creek, followed by footsteps. They froze, meeting each other's eyes, panic flashing across their faces as they considered their options.

Harvey didn't move, which meant Donna couldn't move.

The person started whistling, a simple tune they both recognized from a TV commercial. Whoever it was, clearly thought he was alone, and they had to suppress a giggle.

Donna looked at Harvey, rejoicing in this little adventure with him when she saw his expression change from joyful to serious as he stared at her swollen lips, his dark eyes black with desire. He quietly retracted his hips an inch and thrust back up. It was a noiseless movement, but he was still hitting her in all the right spots and he once more covered her lips with his mouth to secure her whimpers.

A faucet ran and then the towel dispenser was used, all while Harvey kept a sluggish pace humping his girlfriend some ten feet away. The door closed again a moment later and the slow motions were replaced with faster, frantic ones, chasing an imminent release.

"I'm close," he rasped, needing skin to press his lips to before he settled on her favorite spot below her ear, sucking gently, biting roughly.

It would get her there, but not soon enough.

"Turn me around," she suggested, hating that it would mean breaking their connection, but at least she'd be right there with him when he came.

Never one to disobey her orders, he did as told. Pulling her ass to his crotch, Harvey watched how she ground herself on high-heeled shoes before him, her beautiful skirt wrinkled around her waist, readying herself to be taken by him. The added inches meant he could slip inside effortlessly. And so he did, letting her tight warmth envelop him anew.

Bracing herself with both hands, she watched how Harvey moved a hand between her legs, rubbing her to heights unknown. Before long, his breathing became shallow, mixed with soft curses as Donna took over from him, rubbing her clit even faster, feeling her climax approach at lightning speed. She exploded with a strangled moan, lips pressed firmly together, nothing more than a whimper filling the air to indicate she had come hard. Fuck!

Harvey bit her neck to keep himself from roaring, feeling her convulse around him, pumping him and taking him with her over the edge. With one final thrust, he came inside of her, muting his own stifled grunt against her surface.

Out of breath and a little sweaty, he rested his head on her shoulder, needing a moment to gather himself.

Donna felt Harvey's weight press on her back and she rested her head on her arm, her legs still trembling from the retreating orgasm.

Eventually, Harvey pulled out and quickly cleaned them up, crouching down to help her back into her panties, straightening her skirt and pulling up his own pants.

Before they left the stall, Harvey trapped her between himself and the wall one last time, kissing her with a reassurance this had not been a mistake. "You're amazing," he whispered against her lips, placing small pecks here and there until their breathing settled and the adrenaline wore off.

Making sure he looked presentable, Donna fixed his tie and tried to remove a lipstick stain from his collar before looking in the nearest mirror attempting to fixing her own hair. Pleased with the result, she turned to Harvey. "How do I look?"

He took the opportunity to draw her into his body, moving his mouth to her ear as his deep voice thundered through her. "Like a sexy COO who just got fucked by a name partner in the office bathroom." He nuzzled her neck, wrapping her in his strong arms.

"Good. That was exactly the look I was going for." Donna returned the embrace, drowning in the man she had fallen so hard for.

"We should do that more often." There was a sparkle in his eye he hoped she'd see. He loved her and one way to show Donna how he felt was to drive her wild every chance he got.

Naughty didn't even begin to cover the expression on his face and Donna let out a chuckle. "We just opened Pandora's box, didn't we?"

"You bet your sweet ass, we did." His hands slipped down and gave both her butt cheeks a squeeze. "What do you say we wrap up and go home?" Yeah, there was no way in hell he'd be able to concentrate on work tonight.

He threw her that Specter smile and her body hummed in appreciation. Yes, please.