She was doing her best to keep her cool, but he looked so hot...
Her eyes wandered to his crooked tie, his rolled up shirtsleeves, and messed up hair. Hair that she'd run her fingers through on many occasions. Would she ever not be attracted to him? Probably not.
He was reading a case file at his desk. One that she'd given to him. One he didn't want to do. One he was doing anyway because she told him it mattered to her.
He reached an arm up and rubbed his neck. Her hands itched to help him. The strong muscles of his shoulders screaming out to her. His eyes closed and she watched him loosen his tie a little more. Her breathing hitched and her heart sped up. She wanted him. Bad.
Harvey sighed deeply. He rubbed the strained muscles in his neck, and loosened his tie a little more. Damn her for giving him those eyes. Damn her for trailing her fingers along his arm when she handed him this pro bono. But most of all, damn her for being right. She was. These people needed him. He was their only hope. And he would close it. For her.
He suddenly felt hands on his shoulders. Hands that felt familiar.
"Your working yourself too hard," she said in a low tone.
"I'm doing what you asked, Donna," he sighed.
"I never asked you to stay late into the night," she wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his neck.
He smirked, "You said they needed me. This was the only time I had available to work on it."
"Thank you," she whispered, as she ran her hands down to his forearms. He stopped working and sighed, "Donna..."
"Sorry. You're just so sexy when you do what I tell you," she nuzzled his neck and he chuckled.
"Ummm," Katrina knocked. Donna stood and almost stepped away, but Harvey caught her hand just in time.
"Sorry, I just wanted to give you those forms you asked for," she set them on Harvey's desk.
Before leaving she turned back around.
"At the risk of sounding forward, I just want to say that if anyone deserves this small bit of happiness, it's you guys. You both have sacrificed more than anyone should for this firm, and I am really happy for you," she smiled and exited.
Donna had teared up, and he noticed, but didn't comment.
"I should go," she sighed reluctantly, "I need you to wrap it up."
She walked toward the door.
"You gave me the case!" He scoffed in indignation.
"Well who knows what kind of present is waiting in your bed," she arched a brow.
He swallowed, eying her long, pale neck.
"It might even be wearing a white dress shirt," she knew that was his favorite thing to see her in. He'd had numerous dreams over the years having to do with her in them. He watched her strut down the hall and began a hurried clean up. He was so whipped...cream...
