Here we are! The conclusion to Harvey and Donna's couple days of fun and craziness. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy this last chapter! Reviews are welcomed :)
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Harvey sitting next to me. He was scrolling through texts on his phone with one hand, and the other hand was lightly resting on my wrist. I smiled and just watched him for a while. The look on his face was half annoyed, half amused.
"Morning," I murmured. He looked down at me and a warm smile spread across his face.
I smiled back and snuggled close to him, peering at his phone screen.
"Yep," He nodded. "He's freaking out about not coming to work for a week."
"Poor kid," I said. Harvey groaned.
"Not really. I don't know why he doesn't trust me to get him out of this."
"He trusts you," I said, tracing circles on Harvey's thigh with my finger. "But he's scared."
"I guess," Harvey sighed, putting his phone on my bedside table. He bent down and kissed my forehead.
"I didn't tell you this before, but Jessica told me to take a day or two off as well."
I sat up. "Harvey!"
Harvey looked genuinely confused. "What?"
"What did you say to her?"
Harvey looked at his lap. "Um… I might have questioned her authority."
I groaned. "Why?"
"Because, it's not fair. Who gave Trevor the right to ruin everything? To go in there and tell Jessica, when Mike has worked so hard?"
"It's not her fault," I said soothingly. I put my arm around his shoulder and looked in his eyes.
"No, maybe it's Mike's. What did he do? Probably something stupid," Harvey said furiously. He picked his phone up and looked for Mike's number.
"He didn't tell you?"
I took the phone out of Harvey's hand and held it away from him.
"No," I said firmly. "No more. You were told to take a few days off, so that's what you're going to do. No calls. Not even to Mike. You have to imagine how bad this is for him. Add in that you're mad at him, and he'll be crushed. Whatever he did, he needs time to deal with it."
I got up and walked across the room to my dresser and stuck the phone in my underwear drawer, under a pink silk nightie. Harvey would never go through my underwear just to find his phone. It was probably the only safe place in my apartment for it.
I turned around and smirked at him, and he just shook his head. He slid off the bed and walked over to me, slipping his arms around my waist. He pulled me close to him and pressed a kiss to my neck. I tried to look like this little move didn't affect me, but I was seconds from gasping. He did it again, pushing my hair away and kissing a sweet spot on my neck. I gripped his forearms and moaned softly, feeling a little light-headed.
Harvey chuckled and, in one swift movement, swept me up into his arms bridal-style and dropped me on the bed. I pulled him down to me and kissed him, hard. It only took a few minutes for both our shirts to end up on the floor, and we just kept going. Kissing and whispering to each other and soft, gentle touches.
Four hours later, I stared out the window as the sky grew darker. Harvey was on the phone with Mike, who had called twenty minutes ago in a panic, interrupting some serious cuddling. Well, not cuddling. That word sounded way to soft and fuzzy for me or Harvey.
"Mike, I can't do anything else. You need to trust me. I'm going back the day after tomorrow, and I will talk to Jessica. Just relax…. No, I have to go….. I have plans, for God's sake!"
He hung up and handed me my cell phone. I grinned.
"Missing your phone?"
"No," he lied, leaning over me and kissing my lips. After a minute, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me out of bed. I tried to grab my robe off the floor, but he kicked it out of reach.
"What? It's not like you were covered up any more and hour ago."
"Yeah, but you're wearing pants," I pointed out. He laughed and started walking to the bathroom, pulling me with him.
"Whats going on?"
He let go of my hand and gestured to the shower. I crossed my arms.
"Is this some sort of hint that I smell bad? Because it's your fault I've been wearing the same yoga pants for practically two days."
Harvey shook his head and laughed. "No. I'm taking you out to dinner."
A smile crept onto my face and I blushed slightly. He kissed my cheek.
"I'm going to go home, shower and dress, and then come pick you up. And we will have a wonderful evening together."
The smile turned to a full-on grin and I pressed a kiss to lips, allowing myself to sink into him for a moment.
"Sounds good," I said. He winked.
"I'll pick you up in two hours," he promised, with one last quick kiss before heading for my bedroom doorway. He grabbed his shirt and shoes, and after a minute or two I heard my apartment door closed, leaving me alone to reflect on the events of the last few days.
I jumped in the shower and turned on the hot water. I worked my fingers through my hair and hummed "Valerie" to myself quietly. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and went to my closet. It had been a while since I'd been on a date. If that's what this even was. After about 15 minutes of debating with myself, I choose a strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline. The fabric was black with tiny gold flecks, and it made my eyes sparkle. Luckily, I had enough time to paint my toenails deep red, so I did that and let them dry while I styled my hair. I put it in a bun, with a few loose waves framing my face. I did my makeup, put my dress on, and then slipped my feet into black peep-toe pumps.
It was a little cliché to check myself out in the full-length mirror on my bathroom door, but that's exactly what I did. I had to admit, I looked good. It had been a while since I'd gone on an actual date. I titled my head and stared at myself for a little longer, a tiny bit of insecurity floating into my mind. Was this really what Harvey wanted? Me?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door. I opened it and saw Harvey, holding a single red rose, and looking completely dashing. I blushed and took the rose, walking into the kitchen to look for a vase. While I filled a vase with water, Harvey came up behind me and started kissing my neck. I giggled.
He kissed my cheek. "You seem to really like saying my name. That's gotta be the fourth time you've said it today. At least."
I laughed and placed the rose in the vase, then turned around and kissed his lips. When we broke apart, I grinned. "Thank you."
Harvey shrugged, like it was no big deal, then took my coat off the couch and held it out for me to slip into. I obliged and once it was on, I took his hand in mine and we left the apartment, making small talk about anything but the firm.
Once we were seated at dinner, each with a drink in front of us, Harvey got serious.
"Donna, I talked to Jessica."
I took a sip of my red wine and raised an eyebrow at him.
He rushed to explain. "She came by my place right before I left to come get you. She made a decision."
I stared at him expectantly. "And….? Harvey, you're killing me here."
"She said…..," he paused, raising his Scotch to his lips and taking a sip. "Mike's not getting fired."
My face broke into a grin and took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back and then laced his fingers through mine.
"And you're good too?"
"Yes, but I need to be careful. It's like I'm on probation."
I laughed. "You can handle it."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. "So…," I said carefully, not wanting to ruin the moment. "What does that mean for us?"
Harvey looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well… the past few days have been wonderful, but is this gonna last? I mean, we really just were each other's comfort. The situation was pretty bizarre and a little frightening."
"I'm not totally following you, Harvey said slowly. "But if you're asking if I still love you, or if I just needed someone for comfort, then the answer is both."
Now it was my turn to be confused. "Huh?"
Harvey smiled. "I don't regret one moment of these last few days, Donna. And I think that even if Jessica hadn't called me about Trevor, if the last few days had been normal, nothing would be different. I don't think you would have just gone home and we would never talk about it again. I love you, Donna. And I was lucky to have you there, to have a safe place to land in the middle of all the chaos. I want to be with you, for more than just three days."
He squeezed my hand and I smiled. "Oh, Harvey….."
He laughed. "Going sappy on me?"
"Yes," I said firmly, leaning over the table and kissing him lovingly.
"I love you too," I whispered. "And I think I always will."
"Good," he replied, kissing me again. Our lips were just inches apart as I rested my forehead on his over the small table. "Because if not, that could get very awkward down the line."
I burst into laughter and he joined me. He put his hand on my cheek and smiled. The perfect ending to the last couple of days was seeing that smile. Rachel had been right. There was nothing for me to lose.