Have a Little Faith in Me

She's not sure why she does it, but she tells Thomas. That was a lie, she knew exactly why she'd done it. She was faced with a tough choice, Thomas or Harvey and in a desperate attempt to move on, she chose a Thomas.

Given the opportunity to make the choice again, she isn't sure she would do the same thing; the decision being spur of the moment but she had to back it now. She had to stick with her story on why she'd chosen Thomas. It was the only way.

It was eating away at her, the mere thought of betraying Harvey in any way. But what's done was done and all she could do was hope that Harvey would understand why she'd done it.

She'd been patient for years. She gave him opportunity after opportunity and yet nothing came. She made the right choice, she tells herself. She was just trying to move on the only way she knew how.

Still, despite doing what was best for her, she feels this nagging need to apologize to him, or at least explain herself, which is why she finds herself purposefully striding into his office once nearly everyone else has gone home for the night.

"Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it," he says when he spots her standing in the doorway. He hardly looks up from his desk and his immediate dismissal bothers her to no end.

"So you can turn around..."

"Harvey," she cuts him off, closing the office door behind her.

"Donna, Simon fired me," he begins and she internally rolls her eyes. He would make this about business.

"As he had every right to because I trusted you to keep your mouth shut and you didn't."

He's looking up at her now, an annoyed look on his face and she replies, "because I couldn't."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means I wasn't going to let someone that I care about get screwed when I had the power to stop it," she explains.

"In other words, you chose him over the firm," Harvey replies.

But all she hears, loud and clear is

You chose him over me.

His words cut through her like a knife because she knows he's right. She chose Thomas over him by telling him the truth. And it was the hardest decision she'd ever made.

"Ya I did," she replies, not sure which question she's answering but it's the answer regardless. She chose Thomas over the firm and Harvey.

"And I'm not going to feel bad about it because I always put the firm first."

Those are the words that come tumbling out of her mouth but what she really means is that she always puts him first.

"Whether it is Mike's secret, or Costal Motors or a thousand other things," she adds, unable to stop herself from rambling.

"Then don't feel bad about it Donna, but get out of my office."

She could feel the anger bubbling inside her. Who did he think he was talking to her like that? After she spent years putting his needs before her own, she had every right to put herself first this time.

"Okay, I see what this is," she sighs, having had enough of whatever game he was trying to play. She shrugs and laughs lightly which causes him to rise from his desk and button his suit jacket.

"I see what you're really upset about!"

He rounds the desk and leans on it so that he's at eye level with her, and his voice comes out louder than he intends when he speaks.

"I'm upset because I lost a client!" He barks at her, folding his arms across his chest and rocking forward on his heel.

"No, you are upset because I chose Thomas over you!" She yells.

It was out in the open now. She had said the unspoken thing and she watches as his face crumbles with her words. He steps closer to her before he speaks again, swallowing hard and smoothing his already smooth jacket.

"Is that what you think?" He challenges, taking another step towards her.

She instinctively backs up, but he matches her stride and maintains his close proximity. He's close enough that if he wanted to he could reach out and touch her waist but he doesn't dare try.

"Yeah, it is!" She yells back, and she can feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. This wasn't why she came in here. She wanted to clear the air, have a mature conversation about why she did what she did but she should know better after all these years. This was Harvey she was talking to. The man wasn't capable of having a mature conversation when feelings were involved.

"Then you don't know anything. Because the only reason I was breaking my back to save his deal is because I know how much he means to you," he explains.

He's breathing heavier now but he keeps speaking, stepping towards her once again but she steps back until her calves hit the back of his sofa and there's nowhere left to move.

"If it was anyone else I never would have told you or Alex in the first place."

She draws in a deep breath, her breathing getting quicker as his suit jacket brushes against her side.

He's close. So close she can feel the anger eminiating off his body. But she doesn't run, instead she stands her ground and looks him straight in the eye.

"Then what are you so mad about?" She asks softly.

"Because you didn't give me a chance to fix it when you said you would!" He snaps and she can see tears beginning to well in his eyes as something inside of him breaks. She's hurt him, it's written all over his face. She's tempted to reach for him, to reassure him in some way but in this moment, with the tension running high she doesn't think it's the best idea and decides against it, staying put in her place between him and the couch.

"You lost faith in me," he sighs and a tear escapes his left eye, "for all the time we have been together, that has never happened," he chokes.

He refuses to look her in the eye and she feels her heart shatter. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she wasn't on his side. She'd been on his side since the day she came to his desk and she meant what she said back then, she would take a bullet for this man. The fact that she had broken him, that she was the one who made him believe he couldn't fix this, was eating away at her. If there was one thing she'd always had faith in, it was that Harvey Specter was a man of his word.

"Harvey," she begins, reaching out a palm and placing it on his chest. His gaze shifts to where her palm is before they both look up and lock eyes, a sudden silence lingering. They didn't touch. Not here, not like this. The way her pulse begins to race when they lock eyes reminds her why. There was something here. But she doesn't withdraw her hand, instead she keeps speaking.

"If there is anyone in the world I have faith in, it's you," she nods, eyes never leaving his as she wills him to believe her.

"But the clock was striking midnight and I had to make a choice and it is just a client, can't you understand that?" She rambles, her nerves getting the better of her.

He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before opening them and staring down at her with a hesitant smile.

"Why?" He asks in a whisper. He's even closer now, the fabric of his suit jacket ghosting over her sides, his breath hot in her ear as he whispers.

"Why didn't you lose faith in me?" He whispers again, this time allowing his hands to settle on her hips. Her breath hitches at the contact, and her tongue flicks out to moisten her lower lip before she forces herself to respond to his question.

He leans back so he can look her in the eye as she speaks, but his thumbs are hooking into the fabric of her dress and she's wondering what the hell he is doing while simultaneously praying he doesn't stop.

"Don't you understand? You're the one person I could never lose faith in. If I thought for a second you wouldn't fix this, don't you think I would have told Thomas sooner?"

She doesn't have time to further justify her answer because as soon as the words leave her lips his lips are crashing into hers. Unlike their previous kiss in her office there is nothing cautious or hesitant about this kiss. He kisses her with everything he has, tugging her body to be flush against his before his left hand travels up and into her hair, tilting her head back and granting him access to her neck. She gives into the kiss, her initial moan being swallowed by his tongue and he places a trail of kisses down her neck before returning his attention to her lips. She allows her hands to roam over his back while he lifts her onto the back edge of the couch, stepping between her legs and greedily nipping on her lower lip. Harvey brings his hands to cup Donna's cheeks, slipping his tongue past hers before he allows his hands to roam down her body, settling on her breast.

She pants his name into his ear and he swears this is going to be over before they even begin. He's beyond hard for her. The way she's clawing at his back is taking him back to the only other night they spent together and he has to remind himself he isn't dreaming, this was actually happening.

His hand settles on her thigh, and he slowly slides towards the edge of her dress while she nibbles on his ear and it takes all his restraint not to take her right then and there. It's hot and heavy and it's Donna and Harvey and everything they've held back over the past decade. He wants to slow down and cherish each kiss but he fears that if he does, he'll ruin the moment and having her this way is better than not having her at all.

Between the panting and the desperateness each kiss is fueled with, they get so lost in each other they don't hear the door to Harvey's office open.

"Am I interrupting?" Daniel's voice echoes through the office, causing Harvey to break their kiss.

With Donna still wrapped around his body, both of their lips swollen and smeared with red, he whips his head around to find Daniel standing in the doorway of his office, a smug grin plastered across his face.

"I always knew it really was like that between the two of you," he grins, peering at where Harvey's palm was resting on Donna's thigh near the hem of her dress.

"What are you doing here Daniel?" He barks, still swept up in his lust filled haze. Donna considers getting out of there as quick as she can, embarrassed and caught, but she's still sandwiched between Harvey's body and the couch.

"I'm here because Simon Lowe just hired me…."

Harvey finally helps her down from where she's perched on the couch and steps towards Daniel. The sudden loss of his touch leaves her feeling empty, but she smooths down her dress and mutters an excuse about having to go before beginning to leave Harvey's office.

"Oh I was just popping in, don't worry I'll leave you two to finish what you were doing here," Daniel laughs.

She peers over Daniel's shoulder at Harvey, who nods and tells her silently that he'll come find her once Daniel leaves. Instead of waking back to her office where she knows Harvey will come looking for her, she makes her way to the ladies room and splashes her face with cold water before heading home.

She knows they should talk about whatever the hell just happened in his office, but she isn't ready. Not yet. She had no idea what any of this means, nor does she know what she wants it to mean. He calls her twice that night but she doesn't pick up, unsure of what she would even say to him. That she enjoyed what they did back there? That she was sorry she made him into a cheater? That she wanted to do it again and this time finish what they started?

She falls asleep after two glasses of wine, a total emotional mess. She ignores the two calls from Thomas the next morning and goes into the office late. Harvey gets swept up in trying to save himself and they don't get a free moment to talk about what they were about to do in his office that night. They don't get a chance to talk about how they both wanted it to happen until he shows up at her door after the hearing and she knows, he's finally ready.