Author's Note: Listen. I promise you that there is no greater fandom than this one. Your reviews have made me cackle (and made me hang my head in shame... sorry for torturing you all!) and I'm so so happy that I'm not alone in loving these two together. Thank you for the continued support and engagement.

As always, I don't own any of the characters mentioned here. Thanks USA Network.

Oh and um... you might not wanna read this in public. Just saying.

The interruption caught Jessica off-guard and surprise quickly morphed into desire as Harvey pulled her closer. She gripped his shirt as they blindly stumbled across the room, hands roaming and lips demanding, each desperate to stake their claim on the other. Caught up in the moment, Jessica soon found herself falling unceremoniously onto the couch, the jarring motion snapping her back to reality. Harvey braced himself over her, breaking their connection and he leaned back, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at her. They stared at each other for a moment, each daring the other to make a move.

"Stand up," he murmured. His voice was at a previously unheard decibel and it sent a chill down Jessica's spine. The look in his eyes confirmed the unchartered territory they were entering and the reality of what was happening, of what they were becoming, was as exhilarating as it was daunting.

She rose slowly at the command, looking at him with a raised eyebrow as if asking, "Well?"

Harvey smirked and moved to take off her coat, his fingers moving deftly across the buttons. He gently pushed the garment down her arms and folded it before placing it on the couch. With a deliberateness that was in stark contrast to the frenzy displayed just moments earlier, he turned back to face her and lifted his hand to trace the outline of her jaw. Jessica closed her eyes at the tenderness, her breath hitching when she felt him place a kiss on the corner of her lips, on her cheek, and finally on her forehead.

She opened her eyes with a small smile and reached up to undo the bowtie he still had around his neck, slipping it over his head and placing it next to her coat on the couch. She turned back to place a gentle kiss on his lips and broke away before he could deepen it. With the delicate arch of her eyebrow she walked around him and left the room.

Harvey watched her move past him and he stared at her retreating form in wonder. For years he had watched her own every room she entered and now she was headed towards his bed. The thought nearly made him dizzy as blood rushed from one head to the other.

He followed her path and when he entered the bedroom, he found her sitting at the edge of his bed, leaning back on her elbows, her legs crossed. He paused in the doorway, storing the image to memory before slowly continuing towards her.

"Second thoughts?" he asked as he undid his cufflinks.

Jessica's lips quirked at the two opposing actions – one uncertain and the other cocky. She knew she didn't have to answer, but she wanted to – needed to even – because she had given him plenty of reasons to wonder.

"None," she stated. "You?"

The hesitation was gone and the arrogance was on full display as he came to stand in front of her.

"Remember what I said a few months ago?"

She shook her head teasingly, her lips curving. "Care to remind me?"

He placed his hands on her thighs and ran them down to her knees, separating her legs as much as the fabric of her gown would allow him to. Kneeling, he pressed a kiss to her center.

"I said that I would make you beg."

"Is that so?," Jessica breathed out.

He trailed his hands further down her legs, only to dip them under her dress and work his way back up.

"It is."

Jessica's head fell back as she felt his fingers lightly trace her inner thighs.

"Show, don't tell," she chided, her usual bite diminishing slightly when he reached his goal.

Harvey leaned forward to place a kiss against her neck, taking note of the way Jessica's breath hitched when he dipped a finger where she needed him the most and then added a second and a third to their counterpart. Her hips moved in time with his manipulation and he bit back a grin as she reached out for his bicep to steady herself. When he felt her body begin to tense up and her breathing become irregular he slowly removed his hand and brought it to his mouth, leaning back on his heels and letting his grin shine through at the frustrated groan she released.

"Harvey," she said slowly, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

He stood up and pulled Jessica off the bed, quickly turning her around and unzipping the back of her dress.

As it fell in a pool at her feet, he pressed a kiss on every inch of revealed skin, filing away the reaction each spot garnered. He finished his exploration with an open-mouthed kiss on her neck – it was his new favorite spot – and licked a trail around to her ear, biting lightly.

Tired of his antics, Jessica reached behind her to massage him through his pants. She smiled when his head dropped to her shoulder and he growled out an expletive.

"Jessica," he said, his voice strained. "You can't-"

Turning around, she used her free hand to pull his head toward her, cutting him off as he had done to her so many times before. His hands dug into her waist as she undid his pants and dipped her hand inside, gripping his hard length and relishing in its warm strength.

She broke away with one final squeeze. "Stop talking and strip."

Jessica walked over to the bed and made her way to the center of it, watching as the best closer in New York was revealed to her, inch by glorious inch. When all of his clothes were on the floor he pressed a knee onto the mattress, slipping a hand languidly up her calf to the edge of her lace underwear and peeling the covering down slowly before tossing it over his shoulder. Harvey kept his eyes locked on hers as he lifted one of her legs and marked a trail with feather light kisses, grinning when she let out an unexpected giggle as he pressed his lips against the sole of her foot. The sound quickly morphed – first into a content sigh when he reached her inner thigh and then into a disappointed groan he worked his way down the second leg.

"You know what you have to do," he said off-handedly, the comment earning him a look of defiance.

Smiling he settled between Jessica's legs and with one final glance up at her he pressed his mouth against her core, wincing slightly when she tugged not too gently on his hair. Harvey took his time, sampling her body as though it were his favorite scotch – inhaling, sipping, swirling, tasting, consuming.

Her legs trembled and he could feel her fingers quiver as she gripped his wrists and when he flicked his eyes back up he saw that hers were tightly shut. He abruptly stopped and nipped at her thigh before kissing his way back up her body. Jessica groaned and stared at him, clearly frustrated.

His eyes were glinting as if he had a secret he was deliberately keeping from her.

"Harvey," she said, licking her lips as he placed small bites across her breasts. Her hands came up of their own volition and latched themselves into his hair, holding him in place. When he took one of her nipples in his mouth, she tugged on his hair, earning her another hiss.

"You need to-"

He cut her off with a kiss that she answered hungrily, her hands running across his back.

"What do you want," he asked roughly against her mouth, his hips promising her the world as he moved against her.

Her legs feel open even more and she bit her lip, desperate to feel him.

"You need –"

He bit her neck, cutting her off again.

"Try again," he whispered.

"I need –" she amended with a gasp that trailed off into a moan when he moved his hand between their bodies to rub himself against her more directly.

"Closer," he coached her. "You need what?"

"I need you to-" she turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, unwilling to finish.

With a chaste kiss on her cheek, Harvey moved off of the bed.

"I'll give you some time to think about it."

Jessica snapped her head around and stared at him, exasperated.

"Are you serious?"

Harvey walked away from her to the dresser on the other side of the room. With a grin he came back with a foil wrapper and waved it at her. She narrowed her eyes, grabbed the package from his hands, and ripped it open. He took the rubber from her and rolled it over himself, muttering under his breath when he saw the predatory gleam in her eye. The whole point of this was to make her beg, but at the rate they were going, he may just be the one calling out.

With a determined look, Harvey climbed back onto the bed and dived right between Jessica's legs, not giving her any time to react before he moved his hips against hers, his hard length barely dipping into her warmth.

The two of them groaned deeply at the brief connection and Harvey swallowed before withdrawing, resulting in an expletive being tossed in his direction. He slowly entered her again, just as before, before withdrawing. With his eyes locked on hers, he repeated the motion, torturing himself as much as he was her.

"What. Do. You. Want?," he bit out through gritted teeth.

"Harvey, please."

The breathless request ended in another moan as he withdrew slowly and slammed back into her, his need to feel her overpowering his need to play games. Jessica's back arched off the bed as she felt every inch of him and she gasped in surprise when his grabbed her wrists and pressed them down into the mattress above her head. Desperate to feel him move against her, she leaned up to press an open mouth kiss against the skin of his throat as she ran her foot down his leg. When she brought it back to lock around his waist, she squeezed her body around him, earning her a deep groan. The warmth in her belly spread all over as Harvey resumed his movements, each stroke deeper than the last until all she could do is beg.

"You're incredible," he whispered against her ear, his low tone sending another ripple down her spine and causing her to flutter around him.

He paused his strokes briefly to kiss her and she broke her hands from under his to pull him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her clutch reignited the fire in him and he resumed his thrusts, each back and forth sure and calculated as she writhed underneath him, desperate to feed the flames.

Jessica opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a low moan that, had she been anyone else, would have been embarrassing, but right now, in this moment, it was enough. At a loss for coherent words, she tightened her legs around his hips, screaming out when he reacted by opening them wider and reaching between them to rub against her. The tapping against her nerves was the final straw and Jessica came with a wail, her body tensing and her walls fluttering. Her unbridled collapse was all Harvey needed for his own release and it immediately followed hers, his body slowing its push and pull as he called out. Swallowing her moans with his lips, he stayed braced above her, drawing out the final waves before adjusting his body so that all of his weigh wasn't on her. With a groan he pulled out and rolled over, staring at the ceiling.

"I need to make you beg more often," he said into the silence.

Jessica shifted her eyes over to him before bursting into laughter. "You're an ass, you know that?"

Harvey joined her laughter and pulled her into his arms. "I know," he said, pressing a kiss on her shoulder. "I know."

Go listen to "Untitled (How Does It Feel)" by D'Angelo and thank me later. Bye!