Butterflies were flittering through Donna's stomach as they reached the front door of Harvey's apartment. And she told herself it was silly, because it wasn't as if she had never been there before, or that she didn't already know the man who lived there better than she did herself, that she hadn't traced out the map of his body under her fingers and tongue just that very morning.

But tonight was different. Tonight, was the first time they would be in his space as an us. For some reason Donna couldn't understand it felt like a 'moment', or at least that's what she told herself because why else did she suddenly feel like a giddy teenager on a first date.

They had unconsciously stuck to her place for the first few weeks, gravitating back there each day without discussion. A part of her had found comfort in being surrounded by the solid familiarity of her own apartment, while she adjusted to how completely everything else had changed.

'Everything's changed'

The words Harvey had whispered into her ear in the early dawn hours of their first morning together had been so overwhelmingly true. A change that was right and natural and certain but change all the same and as Donna was discovering, filled with a hundred tiny, inconsequential moments that now suddenly held deeper meaning, that suddenly become first moments.

Another of those little firsts had occurred today when Harvey stopped by her office, brimming with an eager boyish excitement, and announced he wanted to cook her dinner at his place that evening. Experiencing this side of Harvey, more youthful and happier than she had seen him in so long, made her heart tingle with joy.

After leaving the office they stopped by her place so Donna could collect some clothes, both for the following day and some spare outfits to leave at his apartment. A selection of Harvey's suits had already begun appearing between the dresses in her closet, Tom Ford brushing against Dior and Chanel. A second toothbrush now accompanied hers and some of Harvey's toiletries were interspersed among her own. None of Donna's previous relationship had reached that stage and yet, after less than two weeks together, Harvey's presence now lingered all around her apartment. More firsts. And she loved the sight of it.

Next was a trip to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients Harvey needed to make dinner. Strolling the aisles, hand in hand, Donna had felt a thrill at the simple domesticity of the act, at the fact that they were now a couple who shopped for groceries together.

All of which had resulted in them now standing outside Harvey's front door, Donna with a ridiculous nervous buzz coursing through her body, while he located his key and unlocked the door.

There was a meaning in this moment, even if she couldn't quite reconcile what it was. Maybe it was because they had never really spent much time here in the past. Donna's previous visits had generally been brief and work related, usually made when she felt Harvey needed a little extra dose of 'guidance' over some decision he was about to make.

Their lives together had, for the most part, previously played out in glass walled offices. On rare occasions, usually when lines ended up being blurred, they had spent time at her apartment. But this place, his apartment, had never been a space for them before. Harvey had never shared this part of his life with her before.

Opening the door, he set the bag of groceries down just inside before turning back to her, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading over his face. And it was infectious, Donna feeling herself mirror his expression despite her swirling thoughts. He drew her to him, pulling her across the threshold of the door, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Harvey smiled down at her and Donna could see emotion simmering in his eyes, and she knew he felt it too, the unexpected magnitude of this simple moment. The realisation soothed some of the nervous energy she had been feeling and she let her body relax into his at the release. They held each other in the embrace briefly, silently acknowledging the moment, before Harvey pressed a kiss to her temple and ushered her further inside.

He carried the groceries into the kitchen to unpack while Donna headed to his bedroom to put away her things. After hanging her clothes in the closet, she let her eyes drift over the room, a space she had never before entered. And she felt the bubble of nerves return, and with it she was finally able to place her finger on at least a small part of the reason for them.

She was no stranger to Harvey's past, had spent years watching him work his way through the women of Manhattan, and she couldn't help the tiny niggling thought in the back of her mind about the innumerable number of women he had undoubtedly bedded here. But it wasn't really the quantity that bothered her, but more so the simple the fact that, for all the closeness she and Harvey had shared over the years, for all they had meant to each other, she had never had a place here, in this room, while others had.

Lost in her train of thought, Donna didn't hear Harvey enter the room, startling slightly as he slid his hands around her from behind, face nuzzling into the curve of her neck.

"I've never been in here before" she murmured as he grazed his nose along the column of her throat, goosebumps rising on her skin in response. The simple feel of his touch immediately helping to temper her sudden unease.

"You have in my dreams'" Harvey's voice was low and husky.

"Oh really?"

"Many, many times" and he pressed his lips against the spot between her neck and shoulder, tongue sliding out to taste her.

"Tell me about them" she encouraged him, hearing her voice become thick with arousal, the mere proximity of his body already causing the heat to rise within her.

His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress as he began to speak, slowly sliding it down. "Strawberries. Whipped cream. Hazel eyes. Those hips. Your mouth. And red hair, lots and lots of red hair." He punctuated each word with a kiss, moving his mouth over her neck and shoulder, then down her spine as he exposed her back, Donna groaning under his touch. With her dress fully unzipped, she felt the snap of her bra being undone before Harvey turned her to him, her clothing slipping from her shoulders and dropping to the floor at the movement.

"I thought you were meant to be cooking me dinner" she reminded him, although the breathiness of her words made it clear how little she currently cared about that fact.

"I decided we should start with dessert first" he responded and the combination of his words and the wicked glint in his eyes had Donna's legs buckling.

Harvey guided her backwards until she felt her legs press up against the edge of bed, then lowered her down. She lay splayed across his mattress, legs falling apart, as Harvey raked his gaze across her body, indeed looking for all the world like a man preparing to feast. Donna was sure she could almost come from that look alone.

He reached for the waistband of her underwear, gliding them down over her hips and thighs before flinging the lacy garment over his shoulder. Harvey knelt on the end of the bed, running his hands up both her legs, hooking them underneath her knees as he bent forward, draping her legs over his shoulders, leaving her bare and open to him. Donna felt her body quiver with anticipation as she unashamedly lifted herself towards him.

Harvey wasn't in a hurry however, clearly planning to tease, as he trailed his mouth and tongue up her inner thigh, painstakingly slow, stopping just as he was about to reach her centre. He moved to repeat the process on the other side, before continuing to tease her by dragging his finger around the very edge of her core, not quite touching the areas she so desperately longed him too. When he started to repeat the torturous process of kissing up her thigh once more, she groaned in frustration, hips thrusting forward in need.

But this time Harvey didn't stop, his tongue dancing across her damp folds to land on her most sensitive point, Donna's loud cry of pleasure ringing through the room. He parted her with his fingers, his tongue flicking repeatedly over her clit before sliding down, circling around her entrance, lapping at the pooling heat and thrusting shallowly inside her.

Donna felt herself become lost under his ministrations, breath speeding, need pulsing through her body, his name tumbling from her lips in a whimper.

"Definitely the best dessert I've ever had" his voice was smug as she saw him smirk up at her, his lips glistening with her wet need.

"You're an idiot" she started to say but the words were lost to a cry of "Oh God" and a heavy moan as Harvey guided two fingers inside her, tongue returning to her clit, and Donna's own hands grasped tightly at the sheets beneath her.

He worked his fingers and tongue over her, hitting in all the right places and with all the right pressure until she was mewling beneath him. And just when she felt herself on the very brink of coming undone, he pulled away, fingers and lips disappearing as she cried out in protest. Eyes popping open Donna spotted Harvey standing at the end of the bed, working on shedding his own clothes, shirt and pants tumbling to the floor.

"Bastard" she cursed him, and he smirked down at her, chuckling darkly. She contemplated seeking her revenge on him but the swollen, throbbing need spreading all over her body was impossible to ignore. She urgently needed the feel of him inside her.

Pulling off the last of his clothes Harvey returned to the bed, hovering over her, the weight of his body pressing deliciously against her as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. "I want to be buried inside you before you come, I want to feel you clenching around my cock" he growled into her ear, the words burning their way through Donna's body.

Fuck, he was so damn good at this. Toe-clenchingly good. Since getting together Donna had discovered that Harvey was capable of words so filled with love and emotion beyond anything she had ever expected to hear from him. But she also discovered the flip side to that, the raw, carnal version who could turn her into a puddle of need with a few hotly spoken words. In this moment, with the flames fanning across her body, she honestly couldn't say which version she loved more.

He reclaimed her lips, tongue slipping into her mouth and Donna ran her hands down Harvey's back, nails digging into his skin a little as she tried to grind her hips against him, seeking friction and relief. He ran a hand down her body, caressing her breast, working the nipple under his thumb, drawing out a heavy sigh from her. His hand continued to travel, sweeping over her stomach before kneading her hip, the slow progress making Donna nearly pant with want.

Frustrated and needy she decided to act, circling her hand around his rock-hard cock, thumb brushing over the tip, delighting in Harvey's sharp intake of breath at her actions. She stroked his length, adjusting the angle of her hand so that every thrust resulted in his tip bumping against her clit, the motion finally providing a little of the stimulation she was so desperately craving. She continued her movements while Harvey groaned above her, his mouth moving passionately over her lips.

When she was unable to stand the tease any longer Donna relinquished control back to Harvey, who took hold of his cock, stroking it through her folds, circling around her wetness before nestling just the tip inside her, not yet done torturing her. Running a hand along her thigh, he bent her leg up and out, letting it fall to the side, repeating the action with her other leg before gripping his hands on her hips. Pressing his lips to hers once more, Harvey thrust himself forward, sliding into her in one hard, solid movement.

"Fuck Harvey" the stretch and sudden fullness made Donna cry out loudly. Harvey allowed her no time to adjust, immediately pulling all the way out before thrusting back in. He set a fast rhythm, the angle of her hips allowing him to fill her completely. He worked himself in and out of her, thrusting deep and hard, while one hand rolled a nipple between his fingers. He teasingly brought her almost to the point of release time and time again before pulling her back, until Donna was begging beneath him, his name a plea on her lips.

Finally, after thrusting and rubbing and tweaking just so, he tipped her over the point of no return and she felt herself explode, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Harvey swallowed down her cries, mouth on hers, tongues dancing as he groaned through his own release, calling her name like a prayer. Both spent and released beyond comparison, Harvey withdrew from her, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

Fuck. She fervently hoped it would always be like this between them.

Donna eventually came back down to earth, feeling her body pressed tightly along Harvey's side, the effects of her orgasm still ebbing from her body. He was tracing patterns across her bare, damp skin, the over-sensitised flesh tingling beneath his fingers. She felt so completely contented and relaxed, at a bone deep level, almost as though her entire skeleton had been realigned, every fibre of her body having been ignited and released. She drifted in the space between awake and sleep, soaking in the moment.

Her mind drifted back to his earlier comment. "So, did you really dream about me?" she murmured.

"You don't believe me?" he asked, sounding surprised.

Donna moved her shoulders lightly, attempting to shrug. She still struggled sometimes in accepting that all the feelings and longing and desire she had kept hidden for so many years had been equally true for Harvey as well.

"Donna, I think I dreamt about you every night nearly. My brain always knew what I wanted, even if I didn't realise it yet." He rested his forehead gently against her own, his eyes showing her nothing but truth, noses brushing and breathes mingling.

"I want more details" she grinned up at him, suddenly curious. "Tell me about one you remember."

Harvey's hand paused in its meandering course along her body, and she noticed a flash of memory cross his face. He leaned back from her a little to be able to better look into her face.

"Do you remember the night Jessica announced she was leaving? And later that night in my office?" his tone was soft, filled with an emotion she couldn't place.

Donna nodded back at him, instantly recalling the night they stood staring out his window, hands tightly clasped for what had felt like hours. At the time a part of her had thought, hoped, that night might have been the start of something for them.

"I dreamt about you that night. About us being together. I brought you home with me instead of letting you leave. In the morning you brought me coffee, dressed in just my shirt and you sat on the edge of the bed right there and kissed me like it was the most natural thing ever." He mimicked his words, brushing his lips against hers. "And even though it was just a dream I swear I can still remember what it felt like, even today. It haunted me for days after, weeks probably."

Donna couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by his words, never realising how affected Harvey had been by that night. She too had similarly felt the sensation of his hand lingering in her palm for weeks afterwards. To hear Harvey had been equally anguished was a further reminder that she had not experienced the past any differently than he had. They had both always wanted the one thing neither of them had been able to voice.

She ran her hand along Harvey's cheek, threading it into his hair. "I think I was hoping you would take me home that night, the whole time we were holding hands."

"I wanted too, so badly. I fought with myself about it every second we stood there." She saw the flash of regret at the memory.

"We got there in the end though" she said, smiling at him as she tugged his face down to hers. They both lost themselves to the kiss for a while, washing away the memories of all those nights they had equally longed to act and equally failed to do so. Eventually needing to pull back for air, Donna found herself wanting to hear more. Open and honest Harvey was still such a refreshingly new change to her, and she could never get her fill.

"So, what else? I thought they might have been a little more risqué than that" she teased him with a grin.

"Well, I mean there was the one where you were in bed with Tanner" and he shot her a satisfied grin at her shocked reaction.

"What!" she cried; the words so completely unexpected.

"Yeah, I didn't like that dream very much either" he said, his nose scrunching at the memory.

"Well I did tell you if you were ever lucky enough to have me, you wouldn't want to share" Donna fired back, and they both chuckled at the memory of her words from all those years ago in the DA's office.

"Why would you even dream that?" Donna asked, not entirely sure she wanted the full recount. However, Harvey's face turned serious, the humour vanishing at the thought of something unpleasant.

"It was while you were working for Louis" his voice dropped low and quiet and she felt the slight sting in her heart as his words invoked the memory of that painful time apart.

"I was in the middle of a case against Tanner" he explained. "In my dream I was watching you in bed, you were naked and waiting for me and then when I looked again, you were with him, and he was taunting me." He sighed heavily. "You know what he's like Donna, he'd already tried to get into my head earlier in the week, goading me about you going to work for Louis." She felt him shudder a little at the memory. "I guess he succeeded."

Donna brushed her fingers along his face, smoothing over the frown that had formed on his forehead. A thought seemed to cross his face and he made a scoffing sound.

"What?"

"Just you've always been my weakness. Tanner, Malik, anyone who's ever really wanted to come after me, they picked it straight away. But when I told Paula about the dream, back when we were still doing therapy, she told me that the woman wasn't really you, it was my mother." He paused, shaking his head at the thought. "Fuck, how could she have not seen the truth, even then."

Donna felt herself flinch at hearing that woman's name, felt the brief flash of all the pain and hurt and despair she had felt during that time. They had never really talked about her, about what had happened when she was in Harvey's life, either as his therapist or his girlfriend. The memories surrounding both circumstances too painful to relive.

"God Donna she was such a mistake, in every way. What I did to you, the things I said because of her, you'll never know how sorry I am about it all. How much I regret it all." Donna could see the remorse emanating from his eyes, the pain.

"It's ok Harvey, I do." And she wasn't simply placating him, it was the truth. They might never have talked about it, but she knew how deeply he regretted it, how sorry he was. Harvey had always expressed his emotions far more strongly without the use of words. She hadn't ever needed an official apology from him, but it still meant a lot to hear one, Donna feeling it soothe over an old wound she hadn't even realised still hadn't fully healed.

She tucked her head into Harvey's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly to him, letting the painful memories of the past wash away. They stayed like that for a moment in time and Donna would have been happy to remain that way all night, however a sudden loud rumbling advised her stomach had other ideas.

Harvey laughed at the sound "I guess I still owe you that dinner?"

"You sure do mister, and I expect it to be just as good as dessert was" she said with a wink.

Donna remained sprawled in Harvey's bed for a while longer, having watched him disappear into the kitchen, clad only in boxers and T-shirt. Hearing the sound of his father's music begin to filter through the apartment she couldn't help but smile to herself.

Gordon had never been subtle about the fact that he wished she and Harvey would get together, insinuating such during every phone call she had with him. Harvey had often been unavailable to take his father's calls, especially during his early associate days at Pearson Hardman. Donna had traded Gordon information on his son's current life for snippets of a young Harvey Specter. She liked to think that Gordon would be delighted that she and Harvey had finally found their way together, even if it had taken them over a decade to do so.

When the smell of something delicious started to waft through the room, Donna retrieved her underwear from the floor and after spying Harvey's shirt hanging from the end of the bed, she pulled it on, loosely doing up just a few of the buttons.

Entering the living room, she spotted Harvey in the kitchen, chopping onions. As he caught sight of her his mouth fell open slightly, the knife slipping a little as his hand faltered.

"Thought I might make your dream a reality for you" she said, grinning knowingly at his reaction.

"Reality is so much better than the dream" he groaned and started to walk towards her.

"Oh no, you get back in that kitchen" she cried, pointing with her finger. She knew if she let him touch her, they would never get around to eating.

"Yes ma'am" he replied, saluting her with a wink.

Donna settled herself on one of the high stools at the kitchen bench, tucking one foot under her leg, while watching him finish cooking. Harvey immediately reached into the cupboard to pull out a glass for her, generously filling it with her favourite red wine. The simple gesture filled her with a bubble of emotion.

As she sipped her drink, Harvey started telling her about how his mother had taught him to make this particular meal as a child and she once again found herself thinking how proud she was of him for having reconciled with his mother, for how far he had come. The Harvey of a few years ago would never have allowed himself to reminisce on childhood memories involving her. Donna had never wanted to change him, had always accepted him for who he was, but forgiving his mother had been a huge milestone in Harvey's life, and he had changed significantly because of it. Donna felt grateful for that, certain it had been one of the steps he had needed to take on his way to finally being ready for them.

She had always secretly been eager to meet Lily, something she hoped would happen now that she and Harvey were together. He may not want to acknowledge it, but the woman had clearly played a fundamental role in shaping who Harvey was, both positively and negatively and Donna had always been extremely curious to see what she was like. She wondered if Harvey had even told his mother about her yet, let her know that he had someone in his life. She wouldn't push him on the issue though, not for the moment at least.

"What?" he asked, interrupting her drifting thoughts. "You've got a big goofy smile on your face" he explained further, grinning at her with a similar expression.

"I was just thinking how nice it is to hear you talking about your mother, letting yourself enjoy your childhood memories again. I'm proud of you Harvey."

He paused his movements at her words, a slightly sad smile replacing the goofy one.

"I never thanked you for that, for encouraging me to go see her."

"It was all you Harvey" and she meant it. "I just gave you a gentle nudge" she added with a laugh. But she could see the gratitude shining in his eyes, and the acknowledgement was nice to hear. She had been so apprehensive the night she raised the issue with him, broaching a topic he had made abundantly clear he didn't discuss. She knew the conversation could have blown up in her face and Donna had been incredibly relieved when Harvey told her his trip to see his mother had gone well.

Harvey reached across the kitchen bench to her, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, thumb stroking gently across her cheekbone for a moment.

"Thank you" he repeated, voice coated with sincerity. She pressed her cheek into his hand, the moment lingering briefly until Harvey's attention was pulled back to the sizzling pan on the stove.

As he continued with the cooking, Donna glanced around his apartment, remembering the fact that she had always found it a little cold, too masculine for her tastes. But as she watched him move around the kitchen, finishing off their dinner, dressed only in his underwear, his father's music floating in the air, she realised she felt more at home here than she had ever expected.

She experienced a repeat of her earlier feeling from the grocery store, the thrill of the domesticity, the newness. Because for all the time Harvey and Donna had spent together, for all the late-night scotch sessions and the hours spent working side by side, this was something completely new and different. A night in at his apartment with a home cooked meal. This was the more she had always hoped for.

Harvey plated their meals, placing them down on the kitchen bench in front of her before moving around to join her. He settled on the stool next to her, shuffling it a little closer, before running his palm up along her spine, making Donna feel a tingle of heat spread through her body.

This was most definitely the more.

"I like having you here" he said softly, and while the statement was simple and causal, he was brimming with some unidentifiable emotion. Proud almost, she thought.

Looking over at him Donna found herself smiling back at his boyish expression. "It's nice being here too, it feels….different" she eventually finished, grasping for the right word.

"Is that why you were so nervous?" he asked, head tilted to the side, knowing look in place.

"I was not!" Donna protested, finding herself slightly embarrassed about it.

"Donna, you forget I know you almost as well as you know me." He waggled his eyebrows at her, taunting her to disagree with him.

"Fine. I was a little nervous" she admitted. "We've just never really spent time here. You've never invited me here before. It felt like a moment."

He nodded lightly at her words "I know." Leaning forward, he kissed her softly. "I felt it too."

They ate in comfortable silence mostly after that, the music filling the quiet room. Donna had to admit she was surprised at how delicious the meal was, Harvey proving to be an unexpectedly good cook. They spoke a little of work, but they were trying to learn to leave work at work, and Donna was unwilling to let the reign of Faye taint their evening. The simplicity of the moment fulfilling all of Donna's own dreams of what being together with Harvey really meant.

After finishing dinner Harvey went to change the music and Donna started to clean up. Standing at the sink, waiting for it to fill with water to wash the dishes she felt Harvey come up behind her, body pressing against her, lips tracing their way along her neck.

"Leave them" he whispered into her ear, his voice low and a little rough, desire bleeding through. He reached around her to turn off the tap before threaded his fingers through hers, kneading her hands in the warm soapy water of the sink, mouth kissing along her jawline. Donna tilted her head back, angling her face to meet his mouth, Harvey nipping lightly at her bottom lip, making her groan.

He turned her to him then, guiding his damp hands underneath her, or rather his, shirt, fingers tiptoeing their way up her spine. Donna hummed against his lips as goosebumps spread across her skin. Moving her further along the counter from the sink, he raised her onto the bench and Donna immediately wrapped her legs around him, feeling his quickly growing need push against her centre. The counter truly was the perfect height she thought to herself.

Harvey popped open the buttons of her shirt, palms smoothing over her breasts as he bent to whisper into her ear.

"You know, not all of my dreams involved the bed" his voice was seductive in her ear, teeth grazing along the edge of the lobe.

"Well I think you better tell me all about it" she panted, voice already dripping with desire as need reignited through her body.

Harvey's hands worked their way over her body, worship like, as he began to recount the dream, words whispered heatedly against her skin.

More.

This was most definitely more.

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