Playing With Fire

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"WHAT THE HELL, DONNA?!" Harvey yelled when he entered his apartment, "WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
His veins strained against his throat. Fire leaping from his eyes. She regretted it now, but would never admit it.
"GODDAMN IT YOU COULD'VE BEEN ARRESTED! YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH SHIT LIKE THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE YOU!" He growled and shoved her against the wall, knocking a vase over.
"Harvey!" She gasped. His hands were everywhere. She couldn't breathe, only bite back a surprised moan. He gripped her thighs and yanked her up.
She yelled in shocked arousal.
"What are you...unggghh!" He bit into THAT spot on her neck, then sucked it gently.
"YOU NEVER LEARN!" He yelled again pulling her closer. Her legs wrapped around him now, the only thing keeping her from falling.
"Harveeeeyyy..." She whined when he gripped her thighs and ground himself into her.
"Apologize," he seethed.
"I never apologize for...aahhh!" She moaned, when he teased her again.
"Apologize," he reached a hand up to her neck, and into her hair. He yanked, and bit her earlobe. Gently, he kissed around her ear, then whispered,
"I can't keep saving you like this," his low tone, sending heat to her center.
A quiet high pitched moan escaped her throat. A moan she didn't think she was capable of, but this was Harvey...
"Say it," his jaw clenched as he looked into her eyes, "apologize."
"I'm..." She heaved out a heavy breath when pushed himself against her again. Her eyes shut.
"Apologize," he growled in her ear.
"I'm sorry," she whined, "Harvey, please, I'm sorry..."
"You aren't invincible, and neither am I," he huffed into her neck, "One of these days it won't work and you'll..."
He held her neck softly, and kissed where he'd bit her.
"I'm sorry, Harvey," she whispered, then yelled in surprise when he pulled her away from the wall.
"HARVEY, NO!" She cried out in protest, "I can't stand right now..." She whispered.
His grip tightened, "Then hold tight-" he froze when she kissed him languidly. He tasted like scotch and anger, and ,man, did she love it.

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