Her skin felt warm. The sun peeked through her sheer white curtains. She stretched slowly, suddenly remembering Harvey. She felt her skin flush. She sat up quick. He wasn't there. An unexpected panic rose. Did he run? Did he regret their night. Things had been whispered. Words had been said. Words that burned her skin. The things they'd done last night sent a new fire through her veins. But now he was gone and she felt numb. Of course he'd run. Why did it shock her?
The second time had been better. There was care and history behind every movement. There was more meaning in every kiss. Harvey had been like a drowning man. He'd started rough and hurried, but had slowed down and savoured it. Which confused her. Was he just embarrassed?
She heard the door open, and she gasped. She felt like a teenager trying quickly to smooth her hair, and not look all of her 38 years. How did her make up look? God! She probably looked a trainwreck...
Suddenly there he was. His hair ungreased, he was wearing his slacks, wrinkled shirt, and a huge grin.
"Donna..." he whispered softly.
She could feel herself blushing, her face hot and with her porcelain complexion, she was sure she looked like an idiot.
"What?" She tried to keep her voice at a normal level.
He was just staring at her, as if he'd never seen her. It was true, he'd never seen her so undone. The other time, she'd woken first to make sure she looked presentable. She'd never felt so vulnerable in her life. Harvey was looking at her. She had no designer labels, or make up, or desk to hide behind. She felt exposed, and uncomfortable.
"By far my favorite look on you," she saw the vulnerability in his expression too.
"Harvey..." She didn't need to be patronized.
He sat down on the bed and handed her a hot caramel latte.
"Its you," he smirked.
She looked at him as if he'd grown two heads. What was he talking about?
"Its even better than I imagined. Just you. Just...Donna," He shook his head in awe.
Her hair was all messed up, mascara almost gone, bare skin all exposed, and she still managed to be the most powerful person in the room. Her eyes were avoiding his. She was clearly embarrassed, and her blush was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. God! He loved this woman!
"I love you," the words bubbled out before he could stop them, and he pecked her surprised lips. He eyed her exposed neck, and suddenly he just wanted to bite her there and see if she'd still make that strangled moan that had escaped the night before. She did.
"HARV...eeeyyy," he remembered it being the same thirteen years ago.
"I can't believe you remembered," she gasped breathlessly.
"Do you know how many times I imagined doing that?" He tilted his head and smiled boyishly.
She blushed again. He needed her to keep doing that. It did something to his masculinity. Made him feel like protecting her and kissing her at the same time.
"We have to get to work. Louis needs us." She looked away again.
"Ew, Donna! Don't talk about Louis here," he pointed to the bed.
"Get out," she stood wrapping the sheets around herself,"I need to get ready."
"Donna. I've seen it all," He whined as she pushed him out.
"I have to work my magic, and get beautiful," he stopped the door from closing.
"I have never seen you more ravishing," he gently kissed her forehead. Donna's breath hitched.
"What?" He looked in her wide eyes.
"I like you like this," she whispered shyly, closing the door.
