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Suits Fic: Until
Title: Until
Rating: NC-17
Category: Donna Paulsen/Harvey Specter
Spoilers: Season Two, Sucker Punch
Disclaimer: Owned by others.
Author's Note: Many thanks to anr for the prompt. And for joining me in this madness.
Summary: Five Times Donna and Harvey Kiss

==

“The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.”
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson


==

i.

It’s a package contract; buy two or walk home empty-handed.

“It's non-negotiable,” he says after he simply lays out the terms, unimpressed with the bargaining thus far.

She smiles sweetly when they leave. “Best deal in town.”

==

When he finds her holed up in the office supply closet, she knows it’s because he’s already looked through every room on the floor first in an effort to locate her. Truly bad days are scarce, but she is completely one foot over the line today, her patience fraying, thoughts unorganized, and she’s already brought a new associate to tears without much effort at all.

She knows she’s late delivering the signed affidavits for the Larraway merger, and she’s never late when it comes to work for Harvey. Ever.

She stares despondently at the rack of highlighters. “You can never find the right shade of chartreuse.”

A cup of coffee appears in front of her – and it’s not just any coffee, but the coffee she half-jokingly refers to as wine that can only be found at the Persian café a few blocks over. It’s still hot, and she thinks about what that means.

“We’re a team, remember?” he says.

She cannot find even a single word in her expansive vocabulary to express, her breath caught up somewhere between her chest and throat, so she just turns to him, indebted.

He tilts his head at the door. “Now get your ass back to work.”

She kisses him on the cheek as she leaves.

==

ii.

"You have a tattoo?" Mike asks, a bit incredulous.

She doesn't mean to look in Harvey’s direction, but as soon as they share a glance she knows that the damage is done.

Mike's eyes bulge. "You both have a tattoo?"

"It was a wager," she says nonchalantly.

"We won," Harvey adds.

It had been an unusual but proud moment - years ago now, but hardly forgettable.

Mike is speechless for once, to Donna’s amusement, his eyes wide and flicking back and forth between them like he's trying to reconcile a square peg in a round hole scenario.

"Don't hurt yourself, kid." She pats Mike on the arm.

==

Her locator powers are honed through years of observation, control of his schedule, subtle spying, and a natural talent that occasionally borders on the unnatural. It takes a well-placed call to another assistant in the network, and a couple of late nights digging through records so old they are still near the end of the queue for digital conversion, but she strikes gold with a few hours to spare.

Harvey is at the bar as she expects, looking dashing as he broods over a clean cut of bourbon.

The file catches his attention before she does, and he can't control his grin or the wicked look he gets in his eyes when he's feeling just a touch reckless. It's boyish and carefree, and an expression she hasn't seen since he first started out as an ADA.

"I was right?" he asks, needing to hear it.

"Of course." She hands him the file with a wink.

He stands, eagerly reviews the file until he finds what she has, and then looks at her, proud and happy. "I could kiss you!"

She scoffs. "All talk, never any-"

-action. The word plays silently on her lips pressed against his, the kiss unexpected, soft, chaste - at odds with his hand so low on her hip, fingers digging tightly into her side, his body pressed firmly to hers. She forgets to breathe in, the moment lost then found in a long inhale when he pulls back slightly.

"I'm a closer, Donna," he says in a low tone, mouth brushing at her ear, his words a glissando down her neck. "The best damn closer in this city."

==

iii.

“Louis asked-“

“No.”

“Just for a day-“

“Not going to happen.”

“So I can say I tried?”

“Oh I was very nearly persuaded.”

==

She plays an adulterer extremely well, of course – a low cut dress, hair tousled about, eyes just wide enough to convey a calculated naivety – and has the mock trial case just about boxed up and ready to go for the defense after her “testimony”.

But it’s not quite a fitting end to the story, so she plants a long kiss on Harvey as they switch places on the stand. He doesn’t balk and plays his role just as he should - case tied up with a bow.

The prosecution scrambles. “We move to strike that from the record!”

Louis gapes at her for hours.

==

iv.

When dawn edges the bottom of the hotel window, white shade brilliant in the morning light, she feels him turn toward her, the bed dipping silently and creating a slow, inexorable, backward pull behind her navel.

Eight years, she thinks, two months and nineteen days.

She doesn’t move – watches the rising sun as he studies her back, his fingers feather light as they trace their way down her spine.

==

Late nights are trouble – coffee, files, a multi-million dollar case riding on a half a year’s plan – even Jessica leaves somewhere near midnight with a warning.

“That’s an order,” she corrects shortly after, heels on marble echoing as she finally walks away.

The office floor lies in shadow, soft light from the conference room pooling through the glass to form hazy right angles on the floor beyond. There is no one left save her and Harvey, a couple dozen boxes, and Jerry, the late night security guard, finishing his rounds somewhere on the east side of the building.

“I’m going with the Etro tie,” he says and looks up at her to see her reaction.

She makes a face.

“No? What’s wrong with that tie?”

“You wear it when you’re feeling confident,” she explains, and expects his nod of agreement. “It makes you arrogant.”

He frowns.

“Wear the Armani.”

He hesitates. “Not the grey –“

She gives him a look. “Resistance is futile.”

He glowers and starts working his way backward through the file in front of him, but she knows he’ll listen - over half his wardrobe exists only because she was in tow.

She’s careful not to watch him, busy with her own paper stack of forms and sticky notes, but as the night yawns in front of them, she feels his frustration build until he stands abruptly and walks away from the table. They’ll win the case, of this she has no doubt, but to win it, there has to be a sacrifice, and she has just the tiniest bit of fear that he won’t actually be able to let that go. It’s the inevitable conclusion, the cost of war, of which Jessica has already pointed out.

She joins him at the window where he waits with hands in his pockets, staring down at a city still moving even in the dead of night.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks as he studies her reflection in the glass.

He doesn't answer, and when he turns to her, she knows. It's in his expression, the way he sees her, wants her, and it's one look on him she's never seen. Her pulse speeds up and she fleeting thinks about who he might normally call at half past one in the morning. It's not a thought of malice or jealousy or regret - she's no fool, not new at lust or even love - she knows him far better than she knows anyone else in the world.

He kisses her, moving her back against the window, and there’s nothing polite or gentle in the way his mouth crushes against hers. It’s raw, bruising, and filled with a hungry need that sets liquid fire loose in her veins. The window ledge behind her serves as support to keep her upright, hair catching at the glass as her body eagerly rises to his.

She has his shirt untucked and pants undone by the time he’s hiked up her dress – one hand gripping her thigh, the other higher, running smoothly from hip to breast as his tongue meets hers again. His cologne, spicy and woodsy, and the faint earthy tones from the coffee flavoring his mouth mingle, the myriad sensations flooding her senses.

If she’s ever allowed herself to wonder, it’s not like anything she's thought up – not with possession written in fingers so brazen as they roam her skin leaving her arching beneath them for more, not with the night's stubble on his jaw raking her neck as his mouth follows the trail wet and hot, not with him hard in her palm as she kicks her underwear to the side and helps guide him in.

He moves to a rhythm she matches as his hand squeezes her knee, slides under to angle her leg higher - leverage and friction meeting in waves. She keeps an arm against the window to steady herself - hand flat on the glass, cool and solid under her touch - and accidentally bites her lip when she comes. The flash of heat ripples through her, hot flaring at the edges and a slow wash of warmth in its wake as she licks her lip and it tastes of copper. Harvey follows a few strokes behind, his fingers tightening their hold on her, his breath short, but he doesn’t make a sound, and she finds this most impressive of all. Once again a passing thought catches up to her – wanting her name on his lips if they do this again.

Harvey is watching her, not wary or hesitant, but with a sort of satisfied happiness that she’s pretty sure she’s mirroring. He kisses her softly, draws it out to enjoy the moment.

She snakes her hands up his shirt. “Feeling better?”

He wins the case; no doubts at all.

==

v.

"Your jacket, your coffee, your files." She proffers the items in that order. "Your keys."

He looks at her gratefully, and it tells her everything he's thinking.

"And don’t forget it," she says, waves him down the hall.

==

She’s true to her word, still in his bed and tangled up in his sheets when he wakes. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulls her snug against him, and she’s amused by the protest in her sorely abused muscles.

“First day back,” he says, lips pressing light kisses to her shoulder.

She hums agreement. “I wouldn’t want to be late.”

His mouth moves to the hollow of her throat, his hand sliding to her lower back, curving down her hip. “At least your boss is understanding.”

She smirks at that. “Understanding?”

He looks up. “Tolerant?”

“Still the same thing.”

“Handsome.”

She rolls her eyes as he kisses her forehead, her mouth, then with a decidedly lazy grin, shifts lower to find her breasts.

“You’re going to be late,” he states, nips her skin with his teeth. Then he’s pushing her gently to her back, tongue circling down over her stomach, moving lower.

He’s right. She’s late to work every day for the next week.


-Fin

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Comments
anr From: anr Date: August 10th, 2012 08:32 am (UTC) (Link)
ILU.

This is all kinds of wonderful and you know I love the office scene the most because, yeah, GUH, but then there's the bar scene and the tattoo scene and the mock trial scene and ALL THE SCENES.

♥♥♥
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
*HEARTS* So happy to be writing again and to get prompts from you. Feels like old times. :)
pengyn From: pengyn Date: August 10th, 2012 11:11 am (UTC) (Link)
I absolutely love the way you write for them ♥
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thank you! :)
nanrad From: nanrad Date: August 10th, 2012 04:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
I loved this so much. I look forward to more of your work.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
I appreciate that; thanks!
forensicirulan From: forensicirulan Date: August 10th, 2012 04:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
OhmyGodyay! This was so. Well. Written. You have a really beautiful way with words! Thank you for sharing.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
<3 Thank you!!
freiheitfuehlen From: freiheitfuehlen Date: August 10th, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love this! Been writing so much in the last couple of days and once I get back to the G I'll type it down and share! Thanks for this! It made my heart skip a beat!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee, thanks!! And VERY EXCITED FOR FIC. :D
freiheitfuehlen From: freiheitfuehlen Date: August 10th, 2012 07:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love this! Been writing so much in the last couple of days and once I get back to the G I'll type it down and share! Thanks for this! It made my heart skip a beat!
From: tidbit2008 Date: August 10th, 2012 10:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
First, this is fantastic. Second, that mock trial scene is a thing that NEEDS to exist!!!!! Heeee. Anyways. Love this! Well done! :D
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
I would love to see more Donna!Acting scenes on the show, and couldn't resist putting one in the fic - glad you liked! And thanks so much. :)
spyglass_ From: spyglass_ Date: August 11th, 2012 04:41 am (UTC) (Link)
This is so perfect I hate you.

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I do not know how I will survive from October-December without new episodes. I DO NOT EVEN KNOW.

(Love you too).
andsheloves From: andsheloves Date: August 11th, 2012 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)
I have given up on fic. Except for your fic. And I am so glad that I watch Suits now! And this is wonderful and I love it.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 11th, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
First off, HAYLEY! HAI!

Second, OMG you are watching Suits?! I love this very much.

Third, thank youuuu. <3 And check out the Donna/Harvey fic from anr; it's very good, promise.
alishabenson18 From: alishabenson18 Date: August 15th, 2012 02:29 am (UTC) (Link)
So... I absolutely LOVE how you write DARVEY!! Cannot wait to see what else you have up your sleeve for these two!! Maybe a multific??? Either way loved this!!

HAPPY WRITING!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 15th, 2012 04:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Eee! Thank you so much. :)

And er, what is a multific? I'm intrigued!
bichito From: bichito Date: August 15th, 2012 02:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
lasjhdflkjashdlfkjahlskdfhlad

Can I live in your fics? Yes? Thank you.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 16th, 2012 05:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Hahaha, I was waiting for you to get to this one. ;)

Your comment made me laugh out loud. *grins* I'm glad you liked the fic!
musicboxlover From: musicboxlover Date: August 21st, 2012 01:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Perfection. I honestly have nothing else to say.
I loved it!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 21st, 2012 03:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! <3
just_liv From: just_liv Date: August 21st, 2012 02:00 am (UTC) (Link)
I've noticed that you seem a little alarmed for going crazy with these two which resulted in all these amazing fics, and all I can say is please don't stop writing - specially now that we're going to be on hiatus. The truth is that I'm equally freaked out about these two (though I don't have a decent english to write about it), and there's just not enough good fics about them. So pretty please don't stop your magic. =D
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 21st, 2012 03:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Hahaha! I'm not used to finishing a fic and then immediately having another idea pop into my head - it's a little bit like fic vomit. I feel better once it's out, but MORE JUST KEEPS COMING.

I can say I'm glad someone is actually reading them and enjoying though because I was getting worried the reaction was quickly heading toward: o_O STOP ALREADY. Especially as it seems there's all of 40 Donna/Harvey fics out there and my attempts to bribe others into writing for them haven't been as successful as I'd like yet. ;)

But thank you. I'll see what I can do to keep the hiatus as painless as possible. :)
lizook12 From: lizook12 Date: September 9th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC) (Link)
All the money and pretty things in the world to you for this amazing series of shots.

(I can't even pick a favorite. Possibly the mock trail. Or the last one. Yeah, no, I can't choose... Damn your awesomeness.)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: September 9th, 2012 11:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOL. I don't know that I can pick a favorite either, really. These two characters can make any situation work!

Thanks for the lovely comments. I'm really glad you enjoyed!
hybridxlove From: hybridxlove Date: December 2nd, 2013 12:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Awh this piece was amazing! Does wonders for my Darvey heart!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: December 3rd, 2013 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm so glad to hear that, and happy to share the love. :)
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