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If there was ever an occasion that requested a proper celebration, receiving the news that Mike got admitted into the bar certainly is one of them. After everything they have been through together it feels like they have finally come out on the other side. The fighting, the negotiating, the long hours, the sleepless nights, the tears, the fears - it all paid off in the end and if that doesn't call for a night of letting loose, then what does?
Jessica excused herself first, having to catch an early plane back to Chicago the next morning and Louis followed soon after, something about having to be home by nine to feed his cats. So, in the end it's just the four of them left and if they are being honest with themselves, it feels like that's how it should be, anyway.
Harvey suggests a fancy whiskey bar just around the corner and Mike agrees immediately but Rachel’s demand for a place with a proper dance floor is more persistent and the guys have no choice but to give in when Donna backs up the request with a shrug of her shoulder and nonchalant “I haven’t been dancing in a while”.
Since Harvey’s and Mike’s knowledge of appropriate dance clubs is close to zero, they are dependent on the girls’ input once again. As it turns out Rachel doesn’t only keep up with her favorite food blogs and knows all of the best restaurants and breakfast bars, but is always up to date when it comes to where New Yorkers their age prefer to drink, dance and get wild in an appropriate manner these days.
The minute they enter the nightclub Donna‘s and Rachel’s eyes sparkle in awe, resembling the reflections of the disco balls that are hanging off the ceiling. It's a fancy establishment with a huge dance floor in the middle, surrounded by a bar and private booths encircled with leather couches for everyone who doesn't feel like getting crazy and sweaty on the dance floor.
The four of them slip into an empty booth and it's the most natural thing for Harvey to take his place next to Donna, the two of them facing Mike and Rachel across the table. They order their drinks and conversations flow easily, as they always do when they’re together.
The third Martini of the night goes straight to Donna’s head and she can feel her movements become sloppy, like she’s partly lost her ability to control her motions. It’s not enough for anyone else to notice, but she knows herself and she’s able to read the signs. There’s always that one moment when she’s had that one sip too many and her brain gets a little foggy, her giggles a little girlier and she starts to feel that tad more reckless than she did just a second before. Had it been any other evening with any other company, she would probably stop and call it a night now but she goes against her better judgement tonight. She finds herself getting lost in the freedom that comes with the tingling of the alcohol streaming through her bloodstream; the giddiness, the recklessness - God it feels good to just let loose again.
Suddenly even the crowded dance floor looks a lot more appealing than it would under normal, sober circumstances and when Rachel jumps up and reaches for her hand, screaming “oh god, I love this song!”, Donna has no choice but to get up and let her friend pull her along.
“Wow.” Mike’s eyes widen as he watches the swing of Donna’s hips moving to the rhythm of the song that's playing. “Donna can dance.”
Harvey swirls the amber liquid in his tumbler, his eyes glued to the redhead’s moving form, gulping down the last sip of his drink before answering. “Keep your eyes on your girlfriend.”
“Look at you.” A smirk spreads over Mike’s face as he looks at his friend over the rim of his glass. “Someone's feeling possessive tonight.”
“Shut up.” Harvey rolls his eyes, a playful annoyance radiating off him.
Mike laughs at the sudden change in Harvey’s demeanor and downs the last bit of his Whiskey before waiving the waiter for another round. “Oh, tonight's gonna be so much fun.”
*
It's been years since the last time Donna found herself enjoying herself on an overcrowded dance floor, heartbeat quickening, skin beginning to feel sticky and alcohol dazing her judgement to just the right degree. She grins as she catches Rachel’s gaze across from her and leans in when her best friend moves her lips in an attempt to tell her something, the loud music drowning out her voice completely.
“What?” Donna bends forward, yelling into Rachel's ear.
“Someone’s staring at you.”
Donna raises her eyebrows, looking around for the someone Rachel is talking about when her gaze catches Harvey's from his place in their booth and her breath involuntarily hitches in her throat. The darkness she finds in his brown eyes resembles a colour she hasn’t seen in them in over a decade and goosebumps break out all over her skin at the mere thought. She holds his appreciative gaze for a couple more seconds and it sends a tingly feeling to the pit of her stomach that sinks lower and lower the longer their eyes remain locked.
“I think he likes what he sees.” A girlish giggle leaves Rachel’s mouth as Donna turns back towards her.
“C’mon.” Rachel reaches for her friend’s hand once more and pulls her back to the booth they deserted a few minutes ago. “Let’s drag the boys to the dance floor as well.”
*
It takes a lot of convincing from Rachel’s part and two more rounds of tequila for Harvey and Mike before the two agree to join them. They’re both still tentative but as soon as Mike’s feet hit the dance floor he starts to unpack his best moves, making all three of his friends laugh in the process; that full, back-bending kind of laugh that causes your abs to hurt the next day.
The reluctance in Harvey’s eyes is still visible when they all recover from their hysterics and Donna bites her lip as she watches him, unsuccessfully suppressing a grin that threatens to take over her whole face. Having passed on the tequila her mind has started to clear up but she was still feeling reckless and he was still looking way too handsome for his own good, the glint and darkness from earlier still looming in his eyes. Maybe it’s the time of night or the fact that he’s standing way too close or maybe there’s still more alcohol flowing through her system than she’d like to admit, but whatever the reason, she decides to throw all caution to the wind then, reaches out with both her hands and links her fingers through his, pulling him right into her orbit.
If he’s surprised he doesn’t show it, instead he’s moving willingly, weightlessy and neither of them knows if what they’re doing can be considered dancing but they’re definitely moving their bodies and it’s certainly increasing their heartbeats to a dangerous speed. They’re reckless and they know it but there’s still too much space between their bodies, the only parts of their skin touching being their hands, fingers intertwined, eyes locked, their gazes loaded with a tension so intense, it must be palpable in the air surrounding them.
She misses the exact moment he decides that it’s still not enough for him, that he wants her closer, wants to cross that line they’ve been dancing around and turn this into something that certainly cannot be considered friendly anymore. Before she knows it he gives her hands a gentle tug and the front of her body comes colliding with his. His chest feels hard against her own and she has to resist the urge to slide her hands all over it, feeling his defined muscles underneath her fingertips. The smell of his cologne fills her nostrils and she has to close her eyes to collect herself when she feels him let go of her fingers and place both of his hands low on her back, forcing her to move in even closer.
The invitation is accepted willingly, though and Donna rests her head on his shoulder, her face turned towards his neck and suddenly he’s everywhere and there’s only them left in the room. His hands wander aimlessly over her back before moving to her sides and it’s enough to send a wave of heat between her legs, making her whole body shudder in response to his touch. They’re entering dangerous territory and she’s well aware of it but she can’t deny that it feels right. It feels right to be the one in his arms, to have him hold and touch her like this and she won’t stop him, not tonight. Not ever.
Her cheek is still pressed into this shoulder, her nose brushing the skin on the side of his throat and she bites her lip softly, before deciding to go all in.
“I want to let go,” she breathes against his neck and she’s so close, the heat emitting from her mouth must be tickling his skin and even if he hasn’t heard her, she knows that he felt it because she can watch the goosebumps break out on the nape of his neck.
She pulls back just far enough to be able to look into his eyes before her gaze drops to his lips, his hot breath washing over her own every time his lung deflates. She doesn’t remember how they got here but she does know that it’s the only place she ever wanted to be and he must feel it too when he decides to turn this into something neither of them can pretend didn’t happen in a few hours to come.
Donna swears she can feel a jolt of electricity shoot through her body the second he closes the small gap between their mouths and catches her lips in a forceful kiss. He isn’t met with any resistance, instead, she gives herself to him immediately, opening her mouth and seeking out his tongue with her own. The chiseled chest underneath his dress shirt feels exactly like she has imagined it and a moan vibrates in her throat as she slides her hands over the soft cotton before moving upwards over his shoulders and into his hair.
She’s so focused on the way he tastes and the way his tongue moves around hers, that she doesn’t even notice the way he’s starting to maneuver their tangled bodies through the crowd, not until she feels a sharp pain in her back and a hiss leaves her lips, the sensitive spot calmed immediately by a gentle stroke of his hot fingertips. The object that has caused the discomfort must have been a door handle because the next thing she feels is his hand press it down before she’s stumbling backwards into a room that’s much quieter than the one they just fled from.
*
When they find their way into the bathroom and the door closes with a thud, they’re a mess of limbs more than anything else, unable to control their disorientated movements. Luck’s on their side, though, as they find the room completely deserted, even if they couldn’t have made out the difference anyway, neither of them breaking the connection their fused together lips provide long enough to even take in their surroundings.
Harvey’s hands are reaching, sliding, squeezing and it just feels so damn good to have him all over her like that. Every inch of her skin has come alive, a burning desire has overtaken any coherent thought she could have possibly formed but she doesn’t care. All she knows is that she wants this, wants him, the repercussion of their actions finding no space in her foggy, intoxicated brain.
A loud hiss leaves her swollen lips when the cold tiles of the wall next to the door meet her sweaty skin and his teeth drag down her jaw until they find that sensitive spot on her neck and suck on it, making her knees buckle. Having felt her slip from his arms just the slightest bit he quickly reaches down, grabbing her firm ass with both of his hands and holding her up.
“Fuck,” she moans as she feels his rock-hard arousal grind against her hips and if she hadn’t already lost her mind by now the feeling off Harvey’s erection pressed against her own crotch would certainly do the trick. Her arms, which have been holding on securely to his muscular shoulders are sliding upwards into his tousled, sweaty hair and she presses his face tighter into her neck. She feels his teeth slide over her clavicle and further down her chest, nibbling at her sensitive skin every once in a while and her whole body shudders in prospect of where his mouth is going to end up next.
The neckline of her dress is nowhere near low enough and nowhere near loose enough to be simply dragged down, so he opts for sliding his mouth over the material instead, evoking a frustrated sigh from her, already missing the feeling of his wet mouth on her bare skin. The pressure of his tongue pressing down on her sensitive nipple is enough to nullify her bias and she has to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud at the feeling of his mouth relentlessly working on teasing her breasts. The fabric of her dress is soaking wet by the time he’s done showering them with attention and when his eyes open long enough for him to take in the sight of her erect nipples straining against the white material a low growl leaves his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathes and looks up, locking his gaze with hers. One of his hands slides from her butt to her thigh, lifting it up and around her waist before forcefully grinding his erection against her core once more, watching her reaction. All self-control she had left flies out the window as she nearly loses her mind at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against her equally aroused center.
“Stall,” a breathy moan leaves her lips, demanding him to move them into more private territory. “Now.”
Harvey obliges willingly, hoisting her up completely as he wraps her other leg around his waist as well, carrying her into one of the empty cubicles. His shoulder bumps against the doorframe as he maneuvers them inside and he closes and locks the door with one hand before pressing her against the nearest wall, his mouth finding hers again.
Desperately craving the friction, their hips start rubbing against one another in slow but hard grinds and she feels him intertwine his fingers with hers before pressing them against the cold tiles she’s leaning against and sliding them above her head, successfully trapping her body between his own and the wall behind her. Low, breathy moans start leaving her lips and he lets go of one hand to move them between their bodies, seeking out her center to find her panties hot and soaking wet, causing a groan of his own.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against her lips as he slips his hands inside and rubs his fingers over her slick folds.
“Fuck…” She lets out a sharp exhale and drops her head back. “Fuck me.”
A startled sound leaves her lips as he unwraps her legs from around his waist in one swift movement and her feet land on the floor, the surprised look on her face replaced with something else the moment she realizes what he’s doing.
He’s on his knees in an instant, his hands pulling her panties down before his head disappears beneath her dress, his mouth finding her hot and ready center immediately. The wall behind her provides no leverage and she’s desperately trying to find something to hold on to when her knees threaten to give out on her. Instead she opts to throw one of her legs over his shoulder, beginning a slow grind on his face as his tongue works relentlessly on her, licking her juices and softly sucking on her clit at the end of every long stroke. It only takes a couple of seconds for her to come undone completely, his five o’clock stubble providing a friction that makes her whole body shudder. The only thing keeping her from screaming out his name are her teeth biting down hard on her lips and she’s still riding out the last waves of her orgasm when his lips brush over hers again, leaving her own taste in her mouth.
The kiss is soft and lazy as she’s trying to regain her senses but she knows he needs relief too, her hand sliding down to his crotch and stroking over the erection that must be straining painfully against his pants. She rubs him slowly, teasingly and he’s so rock hard beneath her fingertips that she can feel her own desire awaking once again, the want and need to feel his cock inside of her suddenly becoming overwhelming.
“Fuck me,” she demands, pulling back just the slightest bit to catch his gaze.
“Not here.” Harvey shakes his head at her. “I want to take you home for this.”
The seriousness in his tone makes her stomach flutter and all she can do is nod at his request, watching as he leans down to pull her panties back up, before rearranging his own arousal in his pants. His hand reaches out for hers, linking their fingers together before he leads her out of the bathroom and out of the nightclub, hailing them a cab and doing as he told her.
Taking her home.