8So I was watching the scene of Rachel and Donna talking in Harvey's office, and like most story ideas this just came to me.
Again, please excuse the shit writing.
Again, again, please be kind to each other.
Premise: Donna's thoughts about 'the other time'.
Silent Thoughts of Strawberries and Whipped Cream
Harvey was long gone from the office. It was late and as Donna's feet lay cross-legged on Harvey's desk, both her and Rachel utilised this time to make the best of their situation. Rachel, toying with the Kobe Bryant signed basketball puts it down and walks over to the chair.
"You really know him," she says. Donna smirks and quirks her eyebrows up at her, but then her eyes become glazed and her mind starts to drift to another place, another time and another fantasy filled with strawberries and whipped cream.
She slides a strawberry across his lips as he slightly opens them to grab it with his teeth. He kisses her and it's the best strawberry flavoured scent ever. Licking his top lip, he manoeuvres on top of her.
"You just get me," he says as he thrusts into her and she moans loudly as it echoes around the room.
"I really do," she finally agrees. The hesitancy in her response suddenly causing Rachel's suspicions.
She takes a step closer cocking her head to the side. Donna does the same to her as she gives Donna that knowing look, and Donna's brain instantly short circuits, trying desperately to push the sudden thoughts of 'The Other Time' out of her head. But she knows what Rachel's asking and she does everything in her power to make her voice sound as convincing as possible.
"No," she says firmly. Indefinitely, trying to put that assumption out of Rachel's mind immediately. She's defensive now. Rachel doesn't need to know. She doesn't want Rachel to know. Maybe she does because only God knows that it would be nice to tell her.
But no, she can't.
He pushes a hand between her breasts and scrapes down as they lock eyes. He's trying to get his panting under control by pressing his lips to her neck, but hers is anything but as she feels the air leaving her lungs slowly yet all at once.
Her hands smooth down his sides and grip hard as he starts moving inside her. He feels the first clench and breathes in like he's just taken a hit. She stutters in his ear, and he reaches behind him grabbing the whipped cream and spreading it down her body. He looks at her mischievously and she looks at him curiously as he begins licking his way across.
"Never?" Rachel asks again. It's more of an assumption than it is a question, but Donna will deflect it like she's been doing all her life.
"Donna," he moans her name into her ear and she moans his back and he licks up her jaw and captures her lips with his. Tugging at her bottom lip, he lets go with a snap as she gazes into him. He takes that cue to pound into her harder and she screams his name, and he wants to hear it again so he doesn't stop and she tells him not to stop, so he keeps going.
"No!" Donna avoids eye contact.
She flips them over and she's got her hands on his chest and his hands on her waist and he's slamming her down on top of him, but she doesn't need his help much as her pace quickens and she's groaning from the back of her throat. Her hips begin to turn white from the grip he has on them so she lifts herself up as much as she can and slams herself back down hard. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw and a vein nearly bursts in his neck.
"Fuck."
She does it again.
"Donna, oh God."
She squirts whipped cream in her mouth and presses it to his. She tastes sweet and sugary all at once, and it's the best flavour he's ever tasted.
He opens his mouth in desperate need for air and he opens his eyes in desperate need of her.
Rachel's toeing the line. "Ever?"
He flips them back around so she's back underneath him and her giggles suddenly turn into moans as he immediately rocks into her hard and fast. The bed beneath them begins to shake and she has a distant thought that it might break, but she doesn't give a shit at that point in time and refocuses her attention on Harvey as he raises himself, tilts his pelvis, slides all the way out and all the way back in.
"Oh god, Harvey," she screams. "I'm gonna come."
"No," Donna says finally looking at her again.
He winces as he finds all the willpower he can to slow down. He doesn't want her to come yet so he leans forward with his mouth open. Hers is open too from the need of oxygen so before their lips can even touch, his tongue tangles in hers and she digs her nails into his back and scratches down all the way to his ass and he grimaces, but carries on as Donna runs one hand through his hair and holds him still there because she doesn't want to part just yet.
"Never, ever?" God, she thinks. Rachel can see straight through her.
"No," she says once more. If Rachel asks one more time, she's going to crumble and she knows it.
She's writhing underneath him and she can't help it. He's trying his best to hold her still, but Donna Paulsen underneath him squirming in ecstasy was hypnotic. His fingers find her clit and with one brush, her eyes open wide and she gasps as she grabs his neck and pulls him down towards her biting down on his earlobe.
"Don't fucking stop," she says. "Never fucking stop."
Rachel knows she's not going to get the truth out of Donna today, so she supposes she may as well squeeze whatever she can out of her, so she feigns an innocent look, shrugs her shoulders and asks,
"Why not?"
"Oh, Donna," he moans. "Harvey," she moans back. Once, twice, a few more times he pushes forward until he collapses on top of her absolutely spent. Sweat glosses between them, and they take a few minutes to each catch their breath. Donna's head spins and she feels dizzy from all the climaxes. Harvey slowly starts to climb back down from their endorphin rush and Donna can feel his breath on her cheek as she runs her fingers through his hair and down his back.
"Donna, Donna, Donna," he sighs.
"Harvey…"
His hands travel up her torso and to her face as he turns her and kisses her with the small amount of air left in his lungs. He kisses her and kisses her, and he keeps going until she moans under his mouth so he let's go and parts just millimetres away. He keeps his nose slightly pressed up against hers and smiles. She smiles back as she threads her hands in his hair. God, she loves his hair.
He pokes his tongue out and traces the seam of her lips, and she parts them so their tongues touch once again. They both look down at each other's mouths, but then their eyes slowly start to drift upwards to each other. Harvey strokes her hair and Donna spreads her palm on his chest.
"Oh, God Donna, you're so beautiful," he says.
"Because you can never go back."
