A/N~ Last chapter! Thanks to all of you how have reviewed and put this on your story alert! Enjoy!

Harvey couldn't bring himself to say anything for a moment. In truth, he didn't know what to say. Her seven words cut him deep, deeper than he would ever admit. They sat in silence for a little longer, both staring at their coffee cups instead of each other, carefully tracing the outside rim with their fingers. After composing himself, Harvey took a breath.

"I'm sorry I've made you think that," he said softly on the exhale. Donna huffed and leaned back into the chair.

"Why are you really here Harvey?" Her voice came off edgy, but he could also pick up more hurt.

"You weren't at work. I got worried."

"Really, you were worried? About what, Harvey? About me, or about your paperwork?" She griped her cup handle until her knuckled turned white.

"Paperwork is something Mike can do. And could I survive a day without you, yes, I could. I came here because this isn't you. You don't take personal days off unless you have a funeral or hospital visit. And both of those require a check up to see if you're ok, wouldn't you agree?"

"For a normal person, yes! But you? If it's not paperwork, I'm trying to figure out what it is. What is your ulterior motive for being here? You've said it yourself a million times! Hell, I've heard it at least that many. You don't do anything that won't help your own ass. Now look at me and tell me that's not true!" She was angry. And she was right - she had heard him say that more times than he could count.

"And why is this getting to you now?" he asked, avoiding the question. He didn't think he could answer it. The anger slowly started to drain from her face, and suddenly she looked really tired.

"Harvey, I need you to leave," she calmly whispered. Donna stood up to show him to the door, but he was on his feet in an instant, catching her arm as she tried to walk away.

"Why, Donna," he almost begged. He hated that he was like this. Harvey Spector never begged; Harvey Spector was always in control. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Harvey." His name was just a breath on her lips.

"Donna," he mimicked, but surprisingly for him, not mocking.

He still grasped her arm, but not tightly. She could break free if she wanted too. But she really, really didn't want to. They were now chest to chest, face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye. He looked at her, and she could tell that maybe what he had said before had been true. Maybe he did worry about her. Maybe there was some hope.

"I'm in love with a man who doesn't love me back. Who can't love me back. And I've broken off my thing with another man, spent more time on my hair, wore sexier shirts, and logged more hours at work for this man who can't love me. Please, Harvey, please tell me I'm wrong," she whispered as more tears started to gather in her eyes.

"I can change," he whispered back just before his mouth descended onto hers, lightly at first, then harder as she responded to his kiss. The hand on her arm slid around her back and down to clutch her waist, as his other cupped her soft neck. She held onto the labels of his suit jacket like a life line, lifting herself up onto her toes to meet his lips. Harvey pulled back just long enough to mutter, "I loved the shirts," before diving right back in again. She giggled against his lips, and he used that to slide his tongue into her mouth, which she greedily accepted and reciprocated. The both seemed to sense that now was the time to make up for their earlier open emotions, and the kiss escalated to become more aggressive as teeth were thrown into the mix. The hand on her neck moved again to fist in her hair after yanking it out of its ponytail, and he pulled her flush against him as she ran her hands along his back under his suit jacket.

He maneuvered them from the living room into the back of her apartment, towards her bedroom. "Harvey," she warned. This was all or nothing.

"Hey, I told you. I can change."

"Really?"

He smiled. "I like a good challenge," he said before kissing her again. "Beside, there isn't anything I can't do," he said cockily before smirking and taking her to bed.

A/N~ Ta da! I hope I wrote them pretty characteristically, for the situation anyways. Hope you guys liked it! Please let me know what you think!