Okay, this includes Spoilers for Season Three casting, and Major Spec verging on complete fiction and wishes!

Donna/Spoiler Donna/Harvey WARNING HAS BEEN GIVEN. :-)

Suits By Atheniandream

She's not getting better at weeding out the bad decisions; but the alcohol in her system is threatening to derail any choices she's about to make. She doesn't do a damn thing about the objections forming abstractly in her head.

His fingers glide along the zipper; the rough edges catching on his hands as he pulls at the zip, his eyes watching it as it slowly peels her inch by inch like a banana. Mint is replaced by pale peach with a hint of brown freckles gradually bruising with a blush. He starts first with the shoulders, pushing the fabric off of them simultaneously as his lips trace skin at the boundary of covered flesh; nipping and marking her just above her breasts all the way up to her collarbone. She gasps, her hands finding his crew cut blonde hair; polished fingernails digging into his scalp as his lips find the pink shell lace of her bra.

She thinks how much of a bad idea this is and yet how it's working out so well for her in this moment; now naked to the waist save for her bra she leans back on her forearms so he can rid the rest of her body of the offending dress. Her razor high heels drop with a clank against the end of the bed as his tongue trails lavishly over the space between her ribs causing her body to arch. She's never been so compliant in her life. But this man has an effect on her that she can't put a finger on; and dismisses the obvious connections that tie them; all of them together.

His lips find hers; hungry and playful at the same time as her hands start to work on his tie, fingers smoothing down the length of it until-

She stops.

The silk is familiar; too familiar. She nearly throws him out of her apartment and runs for a cold shower until his fingers find the skin of her thigh and her brown eyes find his blue ones, light and piercing and suddenly everything is a wave of unfamiliar again.

She undoes the tie in a flash and tries to focus on the buttons of his shirt; tongue and teeth at the base of his throat as he leans over her, pushing her legs apart.

"How is a woman like you single?" He whispers the question, his voice low and inviting against her throat.

She sees a second of challenge in his eyes, like she knows the question he's asking and she knows that he already has the answer.

"Just kiss me." Is her only answer and he seems wickedly satisfied at that.

The comparisons end there and it's the best sex she'd had in years. He ticks nearly every box; but she doesn't question why; afraid again of comparison.

He doesn't try to spoon her; and he's welcomely comforting in her bed. She missed the closeness from someone all the way on the other side.

The rapping on the door is loud; and very unwelcome. She sneaks a glance at the naked man sleeping in her bed, notices her phone on the dresser with a flashing light and darts to the door, throwing on her dressing gown on the way. It says 1:00am on clock in the hall.

She doesn't look through the peephole; first mistake. She opens the door slowly, achingly so.

"Harvey..." She says; but the meaning of the word comes out vague.

He is weary; his hair still perfect but his tie is askew. She hates that. She hates even more that she's the filler to two men in the same space right now.

"What Harvey; it's a little late."

"I know." He mumbles.

"You may think that you can accost Mike at all hours of the morning; but you can't do that here."

"I know that. I just..." He says; eyeing her with suspicion.

"Just what?"

"...Can I come in?" He asks, cocking his head to one side like the simple courtesy is too much. It occurs to her that he's not very good at being respectful of their boundaries anymore, then she remembers how his, their future hangs on the turn of a dime.

"It's late, can't we talk in the morning?" She reasons, but her voice and expression are still gaurded.

She watches the muscles on his face tighten; his jaw set and as he stands up a little straighter so that he's suddenly taller than her. Her stomach lurches and she's suddenly very aware of wearing very little in front of someone who means more than a lot.

"Yeah," He says, vaguely. His eyes catch at something behind her. She turns, noticing the black polished shoes and Pastel Grey Jacket on her couch.

The first thing that she learnt about Harvey, was that he loved Suits. Loved the cuts, the designs, the extra things like pocket squares and how you could tailor your shirts right down the to cufflink you chose. Every choice meant something and he had grown perfect at representing the best of that.

He knew Suits.

Her eyes flick back to his; and his guarded expression is enough.

"Really?" He asks, condescension the only thing she can hear.

"Harvey, I..." She falters. He was the only one who could bend her resolve like that.

"I shouldn't have come." He says, disjointed and an unreadable emotion on his face, as he clears his throat. "I'll see you Monday."

She doesn't go after him, instead shutting the door. She hears gentle footsteps behind her.

"Hey, you alright out here?"

"Fine." She tells him.

She bites back the urge to ask Stephen Huntley to leave immediately.

She's glad when she wakes to find him gone.

Monday comes and she's working immediately; the moment she enters her cubicle. No morning welcomes waiting and the coffee is on his desk instead of in her hand.

She doesn't expect to be called into his office by 10am.

"Donna." She hears to the side of her. Her breath catches and she prepares for battle.

"Yes?" She says curtly; standing in front of him in the tightest thing she has. She didn't know why she picked it out but somehow it makes her feel tall and ready for anything.

"Regardless of how you involve yourself in my lovelife; I'm not going to do that,"

"Okay..." She says, feeling the suspension of a 'but' or a 'however' waiting in the wings.

Neither come. His face is professional; unfeeling.

"That guy is blaming me for Scottie; and he's being given my position in this firm,"

"I'm not leaving you, Harvey." She says. It's where he was going becuase his feature blanch and he's taken aback.

"You're sleeping with the enemy. Literally." He says; the words more heartfelt than she'd expected.

"Slept. It won't happen again." She argues, resolute of the finality in her words.

"It's not what I'm asking." He says; quiet, a strain in his voice.

"It won't happen again." She says, firmer.

He takes a second. She waits. As she always has.

"But...if it does?" He asks.

"I'm not leaving you, Harvey." She repeats.

They remain silent, unmoved and the door is open to the outside world as always. People at the firm know better - save for Louis - than to linger outside the office of Harvey Specter's.

His face falters, but he nods. "That'll be all." Is the last thing he says.

Before she hits the door she turns, and it occurs to her that she is a glutton for punishment.

"And Harvey?"

"Yes?"

"Don't turn up at my apartment. If you need me; you just... call me." Her tone is direct; just off of severe but her eyes betray the softness in her voice.

"Fine." He says, then slowly returns to the paperwork in front of him.

I love this idea, I'm hoping they get some juice going this season. And some funny too.

Edit: Don't know why I called him Andrew. His name is not Andrew. LMAO. Edited.