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“Hey, come here. Look what I found,” Donna said, holding the picture up in one hand while her other hand braced her weight against the desk.
Harvey looked up from the boxes he was packing and made his way toward Donna.
“Whatcha got?”
“This. Do you remember this night?” She asked while pointing to the picture.
She tilted her head in confusion and continued, “Because my mind is a little fuzzy."
Her brows knitted together and her lips formed a thin line as she glared at the picture in bewilderment.
Her current state made Harvey chuckle. His hands were in his pockets and he rocked on his heels.
“Ohhhh, I remember that night. Why do you think I kept that picture?"
She was still concentrating on the image when he stepped into her space, distracting her from her mental task.
“Hey.”
Harvey wrapped one arm around her waist. She looked up and returned a half-smile.
“Hey yourself.”
Donna placed the photograph in the box next to her and leaned into Harvey’s embrace.
“I remember that dress and I know we were celebrating. Your name on the wall, maybe?"
Harvey kissed her forehead.
“ Donna .”
"No, Harvey, I'm a little worried. I know what champagne does to me."
She pulled away and a look of deep concern filled her eyes.
He nodded silently in agreement and sat on the edge of the desk. He took her hand and pulled her into the empty space between his legs. His voice was calm and soothing when he spoke to her.
“Donna. You, of all people, should know by now that I will never let anything happen to you. This includes any and all champagne-induced behaviors.”
Donna squinted her eyes and pursed her lips at his declaration.
“So what you're saying is that I did something or said something embarrassing."
Her cheeks blushed at the sudden realization that whatever she did warranted a Harvey intervention.
She rested her head on his shoulder. “Don't tell me. No . Tell me. I want to know. No, don't .”
A tiny squeak escaped her mouth: “Yes. Tell me.”
He tilted his head and whispered into her ear, “Are you sure?"
“Oh Harvey.”
She groaned into his shoulder.
“Donna. Look at me."
And she did.
“You didn't do anything per se; it's what you said."
Donna's eyes widened. “Oh shit Harvey. Jessica and Louis, was it something directed at them? Were they there?"
Harvey shook his head, “No, no. They had left already."
“It was just us," he said, nodding his head slowly now.
“In my office."
He was still nodding and his pointer finger tapped her hip.
“Alone,” he said in a hush. His eyes were dark and full of mischief.
“Why, Mr. Specter, if I didn't know any better, I’d say you’re hiding something from me."
His hands grasped her hips and pulled her closer and her breath hitched at the gentle but firm hold he had on her body.
“Guilty as charged. But to my defense: Looking back, I think I always knew we'd be together and that's why I didn't tell you."
“Wait. So you're telling me you knew we would be married one day? Moving to Seattle and that's why you didn't tell me? I call bullshit!"
He laughed and she joined in.
“But seriously, Harvey, what did I say?"
She was flustered and aroused by their playful back and forth.
“Don't believe me; that's fine. But I did know; I just didn't want to admit it. And well. The things you proposed to me..." he said, looking down at his growing erection.
“Let's just say we've achieved them all, several times, I might add."
He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw.
“Harvey!”
He leaned in and whispered into her ear. Her eyes closed as the memory of her sitting on Harvey's couch that night thrust itself into her brain. She remembered how close he was—the smell of his cologne, his shirt unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up.
They were laughing and drinking more champagne and she was flirting with him. Hard flirting.
Then the words, The things I would do to you if we weren't working together, came to the forefront of her mind.
Donna gasped loudly now, putting it all together.
“Harvey Specter! That time when we…”
Her mouth dropped open in disbelief and he slowly nodded as each memory of them having sex in various places and positions connected with the things she had told him she would do to him that night.
“And at the airport, oh, and the elevator at work! Dear God, I created a monster and didn't even know it! Shit, Harvey, did you keep a list?"
He chuckled at her question. “No, I kept this."
He reached into the box and picked up the photograph. “I kept it in my desk drawer, knowing damn well I'd make every one of those proposals come true. They don't call me the best closer for nothing.”
Donna shook her head and sighed. Her mind was still focused on all the delicious torrid entanglements they had since they'd been together.
“Wait. There is something I remember that we haven't done yet,” she said.
She licked her lips and glanced down at the desk Harvey was still sitting on. It was late and no one was around, and even if they were, she didn't care.
Harvey’s hands moved to her ass and she wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering his jawline with soft, wet kisses.
“Donna. I always said I’d have you on my desk."
"Oh, Mr. Specter. You have it all wrong."
She whispered in his ear, “It’s me that will have you on said desk."
Harvey pulled her with him as he fell back; their lips smashed together and their bodies did the same. Hands frantically working at removing the clothing that kept them from each other's naked bodies.
Donna pulled away momentarily, and Harvey whined. Panting as she spoke, “Close this deal right, Mr. Specter, and I've got more offers on the table that will keep you busy for quite some time."
Harvey produced his famous Specter smile.
“Mrs. Specter, this deal will be closed. Now, do you mind? I've been waiting thirteen years for this."
Donna hummed as his lips and hands explored every inch of her body.
Thirty minutes later, she collapsed on top of him in a post-euphoric state.
Harvey not only closed the deal, he sealed it.
