A/N: I think this has already been done one way or another but it's a scenario that has been stuck in my head ever since the episode first aired, so I just had to give in and write my own version.

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(In my mind) I call you home

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The moment the bed dips down behind her causes her heart to jump and her breath to hitch, her eyes opening with a jolt and her body shaking in response. It takes her a moment to remember where she is and to wrap her mind around the realization that she's overreacting, her subconscious still not caught up with the very recent developments in her life.

"Shhh, sorry," he softly murmurs behind her and she can feel his hand on her waist, his thumb brushing over the small patch of bare skin he finds between the hem of her silk shorts and the matching camisole. "I didn't mean to scare you."

The tension instantly leaves her body and she leans back and into his warm, solid chest, a swarm of endorphins spreading through her body and resulting in an unfamiliar tingle in the pit of her stomach, a feeling so intense, it knocks the air out of her lungs and leaves her breathless.

"It's okay." Her voice is low and raspy and she turns onto her back to be able to look at his face. To make sure it's really him and she isn't still dreaming. "I'm just not used to…"

"Men coming into your bed in the middle of the night?" The smile on his face is warm and sheepish and she finds herself thinking that maybe he feels it, too, the surreality of the situation, the prickling sensation this new normal between them causes on her skin

"Mmm," she murmurs and takes him in the best she can in the darkness surrounding them and with him being so close. "You coming into my bed." The crisp white shirt is straining against his defined chest and she can feel his bare legs and boxer clad hips against her body. She can most certainly see herself grow familiar with this dressed down version of Harvey Specter but for now, the sight of it still makes her stomach flutter.

"Well, you better get used to it." His sheepish smile turns smug when he leans down and captures her lips with his in a soft kiss. He's been waiting to do this all day and it shows. It shows in the way he takes his time kissing her, parts her lips with his tongue, savours her taste and in the way he doesn't pull back until his ears are ringing because the need for air becomes unbearable.

"I thought you weren't coming over tonight." Her lips brush over his as she talks and she pulls back the slightest bit to catch his gaze. Her eyes linger, take in the stubble that's visible on his cheeks, the way it always is this late into the night. It feels as rough as it looks underneath her fingertips and she's seen it a million times before but it's only the second time she's ever been able to run her fingers over it, touch the roughness grazing his skin, get familiar with the way his features feel underneath her tangency.

"I wasn't." The way his eyes are transfixed on her makes her shift her body underneath him. She's not uncomfortable but she's not used to being watched like this, either. Not by anyone whose gaze makes her feel like the world's on fire and she's the only one able to extinguish the flames. Not by the one person who fuels the blaze inside of her. "But I found a mysterious key in my jacket, so I took the hint."

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip to hide a smile and she blinks up at him through heavy lashes and it's the only confession he needs and the sight alone makes his heart expand in a way he never thought possible. A smirk grazes his face as he leans down to bridge the distance between their lips once more and he whispers a breathy "gotcha" into the kiss, evoking a quiet but treacherous giggle from her.

The truth is, she wasn't sure if he would show. The firm is in shambles and she knew he would be working late long before he did yet the idea of spending their second night together apart didn't sit well with her. Neither did asking him point blank to come over anyway, though, so she opted for the sneaky way out to let him decide for himself. And here he was, letting himself into her apartment and into her bed in the middle of the night and already giving her more of himself than she ever thought possible, causing a continuous eruption of butterflies tickling her chest.

"I know you like to have your options."

"Hmm, I think I'm done having options." His voice is deep and low and under any other circumstances that would be enough to explain the shiver that runs down her spine but the meaning behind his words multiplies the sensation and suddenly she's forgotten how to breathe. "I got into the cab and the thought of coming home to my empty condo seemed pointless when I could be coming home to you instead."

The low city lights beaming in through her bedroom window aren't enough for him to notice the blush creeping up on her cheeks and she's glad for it because Donna Paulsen doesn't blush under the gaze of a man. Not until now, anyway, but then again, Harvey Specter isn't just any man.

"Home, huh?" The sleepy raspiness is still audible in her voice and Harvey finds himself thinking it might be the sexiest timbre he's ever heard and he confirms, "home", before his lips find hers again and his fingertips draw lazy circles on her hip bone until goosebumps erupt all over her skin. He feels her arms wrap around his neck and her hips shift against him in a way that tells him exactly what she wants and he happily obliges because damn him, if he doesn't want it, too.

The silky pyjama slips easily from her equally smooth skin and he slips inside of her and feels her breath come out in sharp pants against his neck and it's slow and gentle and so goddamn intimate and when his eyes find hers, he thinks he sees moisture glistening in them but she kisses him before he can be sure and he knows that even if there is, they are happy tears and it's a relief to know that she feels it, too. The significance of this moment, the reassurance that this thing between them is happening and it's real and it's here to stay.

They come in each other's arms and while it's lazy and unhurried, it catapults them into another dimension, the other's name leaving their lips in whispered worship and their bodies stay entangled until long after they have stopped shaking from the emotional intensity of their love-making.

"I'm glad you came over." Her voice breezes against his shoulder and he tightens his grip on her like she's the most precious thing he's ever held and she is and he hopes she can feel it because he wants her to know. Wants her to feel all the things he can't voice just yet, even if he's felt them for so long, they're engraved in his DNA by now. But it's only been twenty-four hours and he has to be reasonable and he has to start somewhere, so he does.

"I'm done wasting time." The depth of his gaze and weight of his words cause stars to explode in her chest and her fingertips that were tracing patterns between the moles on his back still and dig into his spine in the same way that his words sink into her mind.

The look on her face tells him that she's overwhelmed and doesn't know how to respond and he hates himself for being the cause of the apprehension behind her eyes and the determination to make her feel everything, to make her feel loved and safe and appreciated in a way that is worthy of the encompassing magnitude of his feelings for her takes hold of every fibre of his being and he knows he can't do it all in one night but he promises himself that he'll make it his life's mission to erase the pain of thirteen years of separation and turn it into forever.

"I'll make it up to you," is what he settles for tonight as he pulls her into him and brushes his lips over her forehead in a gentle kiss.

"Hmm, what?" She snuggles closer, buries her face into the crook of his neck and breathes him in, taking comfort in his scent and his strong arms engulfing her like he's her safe haven and like he's been doing it for the past thirteen years, as if they didn't have oceans to cross to end up here.

"Everything." The feeling of his nose nudging the top of her head and his fingers grazing over her bare back conjures a soft smile onto her lips and she notices her eyes beginning to droop, fighting against the sleepiness that threatens to overcome her, the adrenaline of their nightly activities wearing off at last.

"We can make it up to each other," she murmurs against his neck and he smiles as he feels her body going slack against his and it makes him pull her impossibly closer because she's his gravity and she has been since the moment she walked up to him in that crowded bar all those years ago and deep down he has known it for years and he's sure of it now; leaving her orbit had never been an option, the physical impossibility of it having served as a constant reminder.

She's home. She's his pathway and his destination, all wrapped into one and even though he's only just arrived, she's been a part of every step it took him to get here and the realization hits him like a strike of thunder in the midst of a summer downpour; it's sudden but it's been a long time coming and all of his broken pieces are finally coming together and he feels whole for the first time in a very long time.

He's finally where he's supposed to be.