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Suits: Fic Bit Prompt
Stuck on the current Suits (of course) fic and need something to shake it up. And I've only just discovered it is anr's birthday today (how did I not know this? FOR SHAME), and she deserves some Donna/Harvey birthday happiness to read! It is also spyglass_'s birthday, so apparently today is a good karma day. THESE TWO ARE THE BESTEST AND ALL 'SHIP WISHES TO THEM. <3

So, borrowing from abvj's idea:

Give me a prompt for Donna/Harvey and I'll write you a one to three sentence fic. It may be more, it may not happen at all, and I reserve the right to take the prompt however I'd like (because, really, my brain can't be controlled in any of these matters). Example: prompt - zombie apocalypse.

(Closing for prompts because all the ideas ever are bouncing around in my head now. Thank you! Will finish up the prompts in the comments below and likely do this again at some point because you guys are fabulous and it's been oh so fun. <3)

Leaving this unlocked since I know not a lot of my flist watches the show (YET) and bichito may be poking around. ;)

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86 whispers :: tell me a secret
peanutbutterer From: peanutbutterer Date: August 28th, 2012 02:03 am (UTC) (Link)
That one time they couldn't find the can opener.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 28th, 2012 02:37 am (UTC) (Link)
In the end, it takes all of a minute.

"The hole punch!" she declares, and pulls it from her drawer.

He frowns. "Will that be safe?"

She stares at it briefly, thinking, and then looks at him with eyebrows raised. "How many thumbtacks?"
magisterequitum From: magisterequitum Date: August 28th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC) (Link)
That one time with formal evening wear.

(appropriate first comment on your blog)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 28th, 2012 03:10 am (UTC) (Link)
If he leaves his hand on the bare skin at her back, lingers there far longer than he should, and longer yet, then it doesn't play out as he expects. Not when she turns in to him, not when she leans in to whisper in his ear, not when her hand, hidden between them, settles gently on his belt.
just_liv From: just_liv Date: August 28th, 2012 02:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Prompt: Donna's getting married. Harvey is the best man (Pun intended to flare the angst)

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 28th, 2012 04:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
The ring glitters on her hand - understated with its simple cut, but there nonetheless - and he sits across from her, his eye drawn to it as she spins her wine glass slowly around and around between her fingers. He glances up and she's watching him with that expression, the one that looks like she's disappointed in him, almost sad as though she expected something - something different, something else. He gets the feeling he owes her an apology; he's just not sure about what. It lies in his stomach, a hard knot that he can't ignore.

And later as he holds her, her body soft and pliable as the music plays and the dance floor fills, he can't help the hand that trails down her back to feel her skin warm and alluring against his palm. She doesn't say anything, but he sees the flush of color on her chest as she turns her face into his shoulder, her breath hot on his neck. His hands tighten.
ceruleantides From: ceruleantides Date: August 28th, 2012 04:25 am (UTC) (Link)
I can't pick just one..

Fireside - Indoor or outdoor.

Harvey brings Donna coffee.

Food allergy... (not sure where I'm going with that one)

I didn't want to steal, but now I can't get that image out of my head.

Edited at 2012-08-28 05:14 pm (UTC)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 28th, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Donna hears the news first, of course, her face pale and tight as she stands in his office and watches the turmoil rush, chaotic and deadly, through the streets minutes later.

They are locked down, locked in as much as the few hours head start allows, but it makes no difference. Even after the streets are overrun, days later when the city is taken and dead, the glass in the building shatters simultaneously. It's a wave from one side of the office to the other so abrupt that no one has a chance to react until after the sonic boom rolls through and large shards of glass are still collapsing, falling.

He looks for her first, without thought, and hears his blood rushing in his ears, the sound deafening. She's across the room, barely two feet away from what's left of Joe, the security guard managing the lower floors - his chest skewered and split from the metal beam that broke away from the lighting fixtures above.

He meets her eyes, his heart hammering again as she gives him a shaky smile and reaches for Joe, grabs his handgun from his holster. She tosses it to Rachel and carefully digs out the other gun from what's left of his waistband. She pulls the slide, quickly checks the chamber and the clip.

Mike is watching them both, wide-eyed. "When... why?"

"Gun range,"Rachel says, her voice shaky but strong. "Lunch breaks."

Donna smoothly tucks the gun at her back. "Why not?"
anr From: anr Date: August 28th, 2012 10:34 am (UTC) (Link)
BABIES! Or, y'know, just A baby. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 28th, 2012 08:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's a slight edge to her tone and the subtle swell of her breasts that he notices first, and the thought can't be put away once it comes to him. It becomes fixed, a lasting question that pulls his focus entirely - his attention flicking to her with an uncontrolled regularity.

"Were you going to tell me?" he asks as she steps into his office. Her freeze seems to confirm his suspicions, and his stomach flips.

She recovers quickly enough, her expression neutral. "I wanted to be sure."

"And?" It's a simple question, and it's more meaningful than anything he's ever asked.

"You knocked me up," she says, exhales. "Congratulations."

One night - a great night, fantastic even - so incredibly foolish, and yet-

He means to watch her first, to gauge her reaction, but he's smiling before he can pull it back, her expression matching a beat behind.
pengyn From: pengyn Date: August 28th, 2012 11:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Harvey + Donna and Donna's parents.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 29th, 2012 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Um. I don't even know, okay? *ahem*

Harvey looks uncomfortable - it's not entirely noticeable, but she sees it in the way his eyes flicker over to hers, the awkward, stilted movements as he shifts in his seat.

"He's Harvard educated," her dad says, continuing to list Harvey's virtues. "Wasn't Julie's daughter engaged to a lawyer?"

"Politician," her mother corrects.

Her dad nods as though satisfied. "And look how that turned out."

"Harvey's handsome," her mom adds, not missing a beat.

"I said that already."

"It's worth mentioning twice; look at him."

It is an impromptu dinner party, and the only saving grace is turning out to be the wine. She's halfway through her third glass, Harvey catching up fast as she wonders exactly where the night derailed. If she has to guess, she's willing to bet somewhere at the end of that first bottle.

"Donna, isn't Leslie still available? Harvey, she's a brunette now." Her dad's attention turns to their side of the table as he winks. "Always was I'm sure."

Donna ignores the outline of a grimace appearing in Harvey's features and manages to answer straight-faced, alcohol and all. "She's batting for the other team."

Her mother shakes her head. "Shame. She has birthing hips."

Across from her, Harvey chokes on his wine and quickly turns it into a polite cough.
From: tidbit2008 Date: August 28th, 2012 12:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
That one time Donna falls asleep on the couch in Harvey's office :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 29th, 2012 04:32 am (UTC) (Link)
He finds her a little before midnight - sitting sideways, upright, with her head propped against the back of his couch like she'd only intended to rest for a minute. Indeed, two files sit open in her lap, a pen loose and resting askew in her grasp.

He hesitates for a moment at the office door, finds himself watching the measured rise and fall of her chest, the curls of hair that fall at her neck and throat. There's something he can't quite identify - a softness maybe, a vulnerability - something tempting about her that catches him by surprise.

She wakes then, her hand clenching the pen for a brief beat before her eyes open, and it's just the time he needs to step into motion. She looks at him as he enters, crosses to his desk.

"Well?" she asks.

"The injunction's in," he reports, and tries not to notice how the temptation lingers.

Edited at 2012-08-29 05:31 am (UTC)
freiheitfuehlen From: freiheitfuehlen Date: August 28th, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Donna+Harvey talk about their first time back in High School/College.

Also, give me one, too! I need the inspiration! :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 30th, 2012 02:23 am (UTC) (Link)
"Fifteen?" she exclaims, and can't hide her shock.

"Growing up the way we did...," he trails off, shrugs.

"- with your mother," she finishes, the rest unsaid, and he nods.

She swirls the wine in her glass, burgundy catching the light in liquid ripples as Harvey is lost, for a moment, in memory. He glances up with a half smile. "Worst time of my life."

"Did she fall in love with you?" she asks jokingly, sidestepping the other conversation even though she knows precisely what he meant.

"God no." He shakes his head, his expression rueful. "She cried, and I didn't have sex again for years!"


(Your prompt: a moment alone in the Pearson Hardman library)
just_liv From: just_liv Date: August 29th, 2012 12:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Another Prompt, because I couldn't just keep it to myself: Donna has been in an accident (doesn't need to be the life/death kind) and Harvey is her Emergency contact.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 30th, 2012 09:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
She argues, of course - it's just a bumper-shaped bruise, even if it will eventually extend nearly the length of her thigh. Procedure, ma'am, they say, sorry, if you'll just come with us. It's not a question, and they don't look sorry, but minutes later the light pattern dancing in front of her eyes - you were briefly unconscious, ma'am - a result from hitting her head on the way down to meet the street, is just enough to convince her and stop the flow of argument.

"And ma'am is for your grandmother," she tells the EMT firmly as the pressure cuff goes around her arm. He hardly looks contrite, but he doesn't say it again.

She's slowly limping her way from the bathroom back to the bed, cold floor beneath her feet, when he enters - suit on, eyebrow lifting when he sees her - and she sighs.

"Interesting morning?" he asks with a crooked smile, hesitates for a moment then steps to her side to lend her support.

"They were supposed to say I'd finally left you for Marco and Bora Bora." She takes his arm, ignores the fact she's in a sheet freezing her ass off considering it's freely visible to the world behind her where the hospital gown ties.

"Marco?" He frowns, thinks. "The bartender from Donovan's?"

"He liked my eyes," she reminds him.

Harvey smirks and helps her sit back on the bed. "How's your head?"

Whatever it is she plans to say is swept away in a loud buzz of white noise as he notices the bruise and his hand touches her leg, inches the gown high up her thigh to see the angry swath of color that covers half her skin. His jaw clenches and expression flickers, but she only catches the tail end of the latter and it's too quick and subtle to understand in more than broad strokes. Her gaze follows his as he pulls the gown back down, fingers soft on the inside of her leg as they lead the way.

"You were lucky," he says, and he's not smiling anymore, his hand hot where it rests on her knee.

"My Sergio Rossi's would not agree." She shakes her head, thinking of the broken heel and scrapes. "I loved those shoes."

He gives her knee a small squeeze, and she manages to avoid looking down as his thumb gently circles her skin. "We'll add it to the damages."
just_liv From: just_liv Date: August 29th, 2012 01:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Ok. Last prompt (because the third time's the charm) and being that so, I nominate the ultimate cliché: Work-trip gone wrong, Harvey and Donna end up sharing the last vacant bedroom and ONE bed.

Ps: The reasons why Donna would have to travel with Harvey I can't name it, nor do I care for it. That's so not the point anyways...
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 31st, 2012 08:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's fine until it's 2:11 in the morning and there is only the soft glow from the clock giving rise to shadows and outlines, the shape and curve of her beside him. There's no reason the case is keeping him awake, not even much of a thought bothering him, just a growing awareness of her, of this unorthodox situation, of her looking back at him.

Her measured gaze doesn't tell him anything, and despite the dark he can just make out her pulse as it lightly beats in her neck. It's even, calm - just an errant strand of hair falling over her shoulder to curl at her collarbone breaks the smooth line of her neck.

It's the sudden impulse to reach for her that prompts him instead to speak. "We forgot the can opener."

Her eyes close for a moment as she thinks, and as his eyes adjust - the dark solidifying into lines and details - he can see her eyelashes, the freckles faintly spread across her cheeks. She opens her eyes. "Wine opener."

He blinks. "You brought a wine opener?"

"You didn't?"

And then it's there again, that strange, uncontrolled want. It's something about the intimacy, her wry smile, the hour - something that feels dangerous and right.

He looks away from the soft curve of her neck.

He closes his eyes.
abvj From: abvj Date: August 29th, 2012 02:24 am (UTC) (Link)
the one when Harvey realizes he's in love with Donna, but she is oblivious.


the one with make outs. ANY make outs.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: September 3rd, 2012 07:31 am (UTC) (Link)
It's about her tousled hair - pulled up in a casual, messy ponytail, tucked under her cap with loose strands curling at her shoulders, alternately shining red and gold as the sun sinks, fiery and brilliant, below the horizon.

It's about her old t-shirt - blue faded almost grey, red Yankees lettering washed a hundred times, a size too big, a man's cut, but worn fondly nonetheless, and he's still waiting to hear the history on that.

It's the atmosphere, the sounds, the seventh inning stretch. It's her inviting smile, her shout on a run, her hand ever so briefly on his leg when she stands from her seat.

And when he kisses her - a thought hours in advance, an accident when it happens - it's about the quick press of lips, a breath, his thumb brushing her jaw, and a surprise that's simple and sweet and short.

So when she kisses him - a beat later, her gaze flicking from his eyes down to his mouth, the way she unconsciously licks her lip then leans in to him - it doesn't matter what or why or how. Her mouth is open, tongue finding his with a flick and a curl, teeth catching at his lower lip - and she kisses just like she talks - creative and utterly devastating. It answers a question, and creates so many more.

A sound, low and guttural is at the back of his throat, uncontrolled and wanting, his blood humming in a major key. There is a cheer from the crowd that filters in, a reminder, and when she pulls back, for a moment he feels her smile against his lips.

"Made it to first base," she says airily, her eyes on the game and a faint flush on her cheeks as she sits back in her seat.

He looks at the field, but he only hears her words - knows now how her every syllable moves against his lips, feels on his tongue - the taste of her consonants and vowels lingering.

Edited at 2012-09-03 08:03 am (UTC)
bichito From: bichito Date: August 29th, 2012 10:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Leaving this unlocked since I know not a lot of my flist watches the show (YET) and bichito may be poking around. ;)

LOL, you know me well. BUT YOU CHEATED!!! You didn't use the tag "fic" (which I have properly tracked) so I didn't know you posted anything!!! Thank God I'm a stalker xD I'm friending you now, and it's your fault (not really xD)

Now, prompts, I have them all! But let me read all those wonderful fics up there before I come back and spam you with as many prompts as I can. ♥
muldy From: muldy Date: August 29th, 2012 10:48 am (UTC) (Link)
(how do you guys know each other?)
bichito From: bichito Date: August 29th, 2012 11:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Okay, I'm going to behave and give you just one LONG prompt (mostly because I second all the ones up there):

Harvey wants to take Donna as his plus one to a charity ball (because it's business related and he needs her there) but Donna doesn't want to go because a) She thinks taking your assistant as your plus one is as lame as taking your cousin to prom b)There's dancing involved and that would break their rule about not having physical contact whatsoever. Banter ensues.

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: September 17th, 2012 04:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
No surprise, he hears her heels first.

"I like to see above the competition," she used to say, three or four or five inches added to her height. And not long after, they were the best in the city and there was no competition left, but they had a standing to maintain. So he knows the sound of her approach, thinks about those stiletto heels rising high making her legs look impossibly long and his mouth go dry.

"This is a terrible idea," she says as if she hasn't been arguing that angle for half the day already. But when he turns, his perfect retort dies on his tongue because he gets his first look at the heels, at the dress, and her in the dress, and jesus - she is goddamn stunning.

Fuck, he thinks. "Nice," he says. And both are, without question, two ends of an answer spectrum he should never visit again.

"Looks incredible," he adds, thinks that should be appropriate enough; the subject of the sentence is unimportant. A black tie event and she just had to step across the line into color - a green so deep her hair looks like fire.

"You said, win." She doesn't look apologetic, and the tilt of her hip exposes the slit running from floor to god only knows where above her thigh.

"I implied there should be a fight," he corrects. Boundaries are not his strong suit. "Ray's waiting."

She turns toward the door and the dress is backless. Of course it is.

"Harvey Specter's plus one," she says, still testing it out apparently because she's been saying that all day, too.

"It's for the firm," he reminds her.

"I'm sure you tell that to all the girls."
anr From: anr Date: September 1st, 2012 09:34 am (UTC) (Link)
BABIES II: Harvey and Donna get left holding xxx's (you pick the person) baby. Literally.

86 whispers :: tell me a secret