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What's in a Name Partner

Summary:

She was more than his secretary, she was his partner.

Notes:

Hello again,

This was written from a Twitter post/prompt from Blossom.

Thanks B! You really have the best ideas.

There is no Stephen.

Harvey tells Donna he made name partner. This is my take.

As always, I beseech you to enjoy this little fic.
-M

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Harvey removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie. It had been one rollercoaster hell of a day, full of ups and downs. He wasn't necessarily fond of days like today, but he'd venture that he’d enjoy them more if they ended like today. 

Name partner.   

Harvey smiled to himself as he poured himself a celebratory drink and walked out to his high-rise apartment balcony. The night sky twinkled from the lights of a still-busy Manhattan.

He took a swig of his scotch and closed his eyes. Relishing in his accomplishments. But something was missing; he needed to celebrate— really celebrate. 

He pulled his phone out and scrolled the names of the many female acquaintances he could text for a late-night fuck. As his finger moved quickly through the list, he began to realize none of the names sparked any interest. In fact, all he could think about was how exhausting it was to entertain their presence, even if it was for a short time.

He sighed in the warm air. He was better off alone anyway; it was easier that way. It was always easier when he was alone. The buzz of his phone distracted him from his thoughts. 

It was a reminder. 8:00 am meeting with McKernon. 

Donna set up reminders to go off on his phone for only the clients that meant the most to him, the ones he had a connection with. He smiled at the thought of Donna taking the time to set up the special detail and suddenly remembered she had no idea about his promotion. 

Unlike the other names on his phone, hers was easy to find. Very early on, she had made her name—along with Marcus and Mike—his favorites. He set his drink down on the balcony railing,  then paced the large outdoor space, deciding if he should text or call her. He scoffed at his indecisiveness. This was Donna for Christ sake; it wasn’t like she hadn’t already been apart of every other major event in his life; this shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

But that was it, really. It was Donna. And she was more than his secretary; she was his partner. Sure, his name was on the wall now, and the letters spelled Specter, but behind Specter there was always Paulsen.

He took a deep breath and texted her.

Hey .


By the time she had responded, Harvey had moved to his living room and was relaxing on his couch.

 

Hey. 

 

He smiled at her text message. And when butterflies took up residency in his chest, he convinced himself it was the alcohol.

He replied back. I have some news for you. 

Seconds later, she texted, Don't tell me you're pregnant. 

He laughed at her playful response. Then, something clicked, and the overwhelming need to see her in person took over. They had always been together during major life events. This shouldn’t be any different.

 

Yes, I am. And you're the father. 

Oh, well, I guess I should make an honest woman of you and marry you. 

As much as I could go on and on, I need to see you tonight. 

Harvey, it's late. Can't it wait?

No. Meet me at the office in thirty-five minutes. Please, Donna. 

 

There was a brief pause. He held his breath. 

 

Okay. See you soon. This better be good, Mr. Specter. 

He didn't reply because he was already half-way to his front door.

 


Harvey waited by the elevator. He hadn't bothered changing his clothes. He wanted to make sure he arrived before Donna, so he could see her face when she saw the sign.  

He fidgeted with his fingers as he contemplated the situation. It was outside his character to be so spontaneous, but Jessica surprised him earlier this evening and Donna had left at noon for an appointment. By the time he left the office, his name was already on the wall. 

The elevator light illuminated and when the doors opened, Donna was standing in the middle of the small space—her hair was in a loose ponytail and she was dressed in a Harvard t-shirt and jeans. 

He swallowed hard at the sight of her in his alma mater T-shirt and shoved his sweaty hands in his pockets. 

“Hey. Thanks for coming,” he told her in a slightly higher voice, barely containing his excitement.

“Hmm.” There was a look of suspicion in her eyes when she responded and he shrugged his shoulders. Donna looked him up and down before she stepped out of the elevator. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him.

He grinned with anticipation.

“Harvey, this better be good. I was just about to watch the season finale of Grey's, and Meredith is about to—” 

Donna stopped abruptly, unable to finish her sentence—her eyes drifted over his left shoulder, her gaze now fixed on the name partner wall.

Harvey smiled his famous smile. 

“Spe…Specter,” she whispered.

He turned on his heels, facing the wall and she did the same. 

“I know.” 

Donna sighed heavily, her attention still captivated by the big silver letters. Her hand reached for his and he gladly took it. They stood in the quiet stillness of the empty building, holding hands and staring at the new, shiny lettering for several minutes.

He glanced in her direction. “Hey,” he said softly and she shook her head.

“I…I…I can’t believe it.” She said between sniffles. 

Harvey gently squeezed her hand. “Donna, look at me.” 

When she turned to face him, she had tears streaming down her rosy cheeks and the sight of her took his breath away. She was beautiful and whether he wanted to admit it or not, Donna Paulsen was the most important person in his life. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked her. They were still holding hands and Harvey had no intention of letting go. 

“I’m so happy for you. You did it, Harvey.”

“No. We did it.”

“Don’t be silly...”

“Donna. I don’t think you get it… “ His voice cracked and his eyes watered as he continued. “There would be no Specter without Paulsen. You are my compass, my constant. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

As the full impact of his confession lingered, he gently pulled her near, closing in the distance between them. Donna smiled, reaching for his other hand as she spoke. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Harvey.” 

He nodded and for a moment—standing face to face—his eyes conveyed everything his lips couldn't. Years of her devotion and love surged to the forefront of his mind. He wanted to tell her how much he appreciated her. 

Cared for her.   

 

Admired her.

 

“Donna… I …”

Loved her.

But those were hard words for him to say, words he could never take back—words that would change the perfect bubble he lived in with her. Words that, if spoken, would reveal just how vulnerable he really was, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.

Donna moved closer. 

Removing her hands from his, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Her warm body against him made his knees weak and his entire body tingle. It was extraordinarily familiar and strange at the same time and Harvey stiffened in fear. 

She hugged him tightly. “I know, Harvey. Me too.”

Her words and the tender way her body nestled against his, pulled him from his state of panic. 

He softly called for her attention. "Hey."

Donna looked up and he gently cradled her face in his hands. Her eyes didn't question him; instead, they softened, granting him permission.

When their lips met, a rush of warmth spread through his body, washing away years of denial and hesitation. It was as if all the years of stolen glances, unspoken words, and suppressed feelings had led to this moment, erasing the sting of unfulfilled longing. 

Harvey felt a profound sense of rightness, as though they had always been together. And for the first time, he realized what it truly meant to be home. 

Donna parted her lips, inviting his tongue to taste what he had thought he would never experience again. At first, their mouths tangled clumsily, but soon they both found their perfect rhythm. 

If he could, he would stay like this forever, with Donna's lips on his and their bodies pressed together. He fought against the need for air but in the end, his will to breathe won. 

She opened her eyes as their lips slowly parted. He wasn't ready to let her go, his hands still cradling her face as he spoke. 

“Donna, this doesn't have to change. I know you have your rule… and if you want, we can go back to the way we were.” 

His voice trailed and his eyes searched her face for any sign of what she was thinking. 

Donna’s brows knit together. “Is that what you want?”  She asked him as she placed her own hands on top of his, removing them from her cheeks but not letting go of his hands. 

Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from all the attention he was giving them. 

He wanted to keep kissing her, keep inhaling her.  

He took a deep, contemplative breath. He could tell her the truth—that he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone. All his goals, including his name on the wall, meant nothing if she wasn't with him. Or he could lie and tell her he wanted whatever she wanted and hope to God it was the same thing he wanted. 

He slowly exhaled.  

Donna tilted her head and he mimicked her movement. Her eyes sparkled, and if he was half the closer everyone said he was, he'd say he was about to get what he wanted. 

Harvey took a chance. He was tired of fighting what they both knew was inevitable.

They belonged together. 

“No, it's not what I want.”

Donna’s lips curled upward in a knowing smile and her thumb traced the top of his hand as she spoke. “Then tell me, Harvey. What do you want?” 

Harvey smiled… his smile . Then, slowly walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. He took her hand and pulled her into his space, still wearing his Specter smile, and she giggled. 

He kissed her cheek, then slowly dragged his lips along her jawline. He whispered in her ear, “You. I want you.” 

The elevator dinged and they both laughed at the perfect timing. When the doors opened, she led him into the small space, only stopping once her back was flush against the side wall. 

“You know, we are the only ones in the building, right?” She told him as she placed her hands on his chest. Her touch was electric and he never wanted to go through life without it again. He'd had enough of missing her… dreaming about her… wanting her. 

“Hmm, I do know that.” He growled back. 

She whimpered as his fingers gently traced the edge of her jeans, teasing her skin with his touch. 

A hushed “Harvey…” passed her lips.

“Do you know what you do to me?”  He asked her. 

Donna shook her head, her hands slid down his chest and only grazed his waist before she dropped them at her sides; bracing her body by gripping the railing behind her. 

Harvey knew what an open invitation looked like. But this was Donna, he wanted to make sure she wanted this… wanted him. 

They were inches apart from each other. His already hard dick was pressed against her thigh and He could feel her breath against his shoulder. 

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Yes, Harvey. I've only ever been sure about this, about you,” she said breathily. Like she needed him… and he loved feeling needed by her. 

He smiled against her neck as he peppered her with soft kisses. Her breath quickened with every touch of his lips against her skin. 

There was an animalistic urgency in her voice when she spoke next. “Now, Harvey…I want you… now!”   

And Harvey thought it only fitting that he obliged her request. His hands quickly worked on the button of her jeans, while his lips found hers once again. This time their kiss was sloppy and a decade of craving dictated their cadence.

He slid one hand down her pants while the other moved under her t-shirt, seeking skin. Her stomach quivered under his touch and when he made contact with the strap of her bra—soon after cupping his hand over her lace covered mounds—she whined against his kiss.

He pulled away for a second when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. 

Donna shrugged her shoulders at his find. “You said thirty minutes.” 

“I’m not complaining,” he quipped back, then returned his attention back to his carnal undertaking. 

When he reached her warm center, she drenched his fingers as he explored every silky fold. 

She begged him as he teased her opening. “Please…” she whispered with pressed lips on his cheek. 

His hard dick ached against his thousand dollar pants as he dipped his fingers inside her. Donna cried out and when the elevator reached the bottom, he quickly reached behind him and pressed the highest number, making sure they'd have time to finish what they started. 

He returned to his task, making sure to devote his time to caressing every part of her body. His fingers plunged inside her once more and this time Donna arched her back as he slipped his digits in and out of her spongy core.

“You feel so good…. so wet for me.”  

His fingers swirled and gyrated between her legs. He never thought he'd get the chance to make her come again—he wanted to make sure he was doing it right. He wanted to please her. 

“Is this good?” he asked her with the utmost sincerity.

“Oh, Harvey…oh god. Yes..please, don't stop.” 

Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, exposing her neck to him. He dove his lips onto her nape while his hands busied worshiping her.

He whispered in her ear. “Do it with me. Take my hand.”

She moved her hand down her pants, taking hold of him and she guided him between her legs.  Her entire center was drenched with desire and the sounds of wet friction filled the air.  

She implored him. “Look at me, Harvey, please…” and he locked eyes with her. 

Her body rocked against their hands: two fingers, then three, then four, while his thumb wrestled with her swollen bud.  He could feel her walls tightening around him and his own body shivered as his dick begged for attention. Her eyes were dark and full of love and he knew his were reflecting the same sentiment. 

“Wait..wait…wait,” she whispered suddenly, much to Harvey's surprise. His mind went to the worst-case scenario.

 “Shit, Donna, I'm sorry… I..” 

“No, Harvey! That's not it,” she said, moving her free hand to his cheek, then continued, “I want you inside of me. Let's do this together.” 

She gently moved his hand along her center, moving her own finger inside along with his. She moaned as they slowed the pace. She was delightfully wet and all he wanted was to be inside her. He followed her lead as she removed their hands, then unzipped his pants and gently freed his dick. 

“Donna…” he hissed as her delicate hands grasped his hard on, stroking it gently before moving it between her legs. 

They both worked on aligning themselves and adjusting their pants to gain better access. She used one hand to balance her ass on the railing while her other hand guided him to her opening.

“Shit… I won't last long,” he told her. 

“It's okay. Trust me…” 

Harvey nodded, then grabbed her thighs for better stability.

Twin moans filled the small space as he slowly slid inside her. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and her fingers dug into his muscle as he started moving in and out of her. 

Thrust after thrust after thrust…

“I'm close…” 

“I know, me too…” 

He could feel her walls close around his dick. He knew that as soon as she started, he'd lose all control. He watched her bite her bottom lip as her body reacted to every fervent thrust he lavished on her. 

“That's it… that's it… Harvey!” She yelled as she teetered on her edge. 

Harvey concentrated, focusing on diving deeper and pushing harder, until her body contorted in blissful ecstasy as she soared through her orgasm. 

Then, succumbing to his own body, he cried out in extreme pleasure as his climax followed behind hers, spilling every last drop of cum inside her contracting walls. 

Seconds later, Donna collapsed against his body, and he carefully disconnected from her. Her breathing was still fast when she started to giggle into his now very sweaty shoulder. 

He remembered it's what she did; good sex made her giggle. He was looking forward to achieving giggle worthy sex from here until forever. 

Out of breath. “Harvey, that was….” 

He zipped her pants up and he helped her as she gained her footing. He then attended to his own disheveled appearance. As if on cue once more, the elevator dinged. It had done a full cycle, finally landing in the lobby of their building. 

“Let’s get out of here and go home,” he said, grinning from arguably the best night of his life. 

“Home?” she asked.

He gently took her hand and led her through the empty building, past security. Neither one gave the guards an opportunity to stop them (secretly hoping the cameras in the elevator were broken).  

“Yeah, home. With me. Is that okay?”

Donna teased him. “That's perfect,  Mr. Name on the wall Specter.”

When they reached outside, Harvey placed his middle finger and thumb against the inside of his mouth. He tasted her sex, and it was by far the most delectable flavor he had ever experienced. 

He glanced down and gave Donna a mischievous look.  

She rolled her eyes and said, "You're an idiot.” 

And with one deep breath, he pushed air through his fingers, hailing a cab with a very loud… .and …. very proud whistle. 






Notes:

I did zero research about whether you can press a button while fingering the love of your life in an elevator. But if someone has, feel free to comment.

I always adore and love receiving kudos!

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