Nothing to Lose by alinaandalion (T)
Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey/Donna
Length: 1249
Author on LJ: alinaandalion
Author Website: Fic and fanvid masterpost, FF.net profile
Why this must be read: I feel like I'm very selective when it comes to Harvey/Donna fics. A lot of them don't grab me because of various criteria I don't want to list here to avoid hurting any feelings. But this fic? I can't resist this fic. The premise is simple: a late night on the job turns into a will they-won't they kiss situation. But for a short read, it's very gripping. I can't not rec this fic.
[Excerpt]
Donna moves around him quietly, gathering her heels from the corner of the room where she had flung them earlier, pulling her jacket off the back of Harvey’s chair. His fingers itch as he watches her from the corner of his eye, and when she reaches across him for her purse that was dumped on the far side of his desk, he grabs her wrist without thinking.
They freeze almost at the same time. A few seconds pass, and he breathes. She starts to pull away, and he tightens his fingers on instinct. His thumb rests on her pulse point, feels the thrum of her blood right underneath her skin; he looks down at where he holds her.
Nothing to Lose: LJ FF.net
Pairing: Harvey/Donna
Length: 1249
Author on LJ: alinaandalion
Author Website: Fic and fanvid masterpost, FF.net profile
Why this must be read: I feel like I'm very selective when it comes to Harvey/Donna fics. A lot of them don't grab me because of various criteria I don't want to list here to avoid hurting any feelings. But this fic? I can't resist this fic. The premise is simple: a late night on the job turns into a will they-won't they kiss situation. But for a short read, it's very gripping. I can't not rec this fic.
[Excerpt]
Donna moves around him quietly, gathering her heels from the corner of the room where she had flung them earlier, pulling her jacket off the back of Harvey’s chair. His fingers itch as he watches her from the corner of his eye, and when she reaches across him for her purse that was dumped on the far side of his desk, he grabs her wrist without thinking.
They freeze almost at the same time. A few seconds pass, and he breathes. She starts to pull away, and he tightens his fingers on instinct. His thumb rests on her pulse point, feels the thrum of her blood right underneath her skin; he looks down at where he holds her.
Nothing to Lose: LJ FF.net