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At exactly 3:45 PM, Haley heard a knock on her front door. She waited a few breaths before opening the door so he wouldn’t know that she’d been pacing there like an anxious puppy.
Harvey was on the other side, no lab coat, just the usual white shirt under his green jacket. He was wearing a blue tie that Haley hadn’t seen before, though. He looked nice.
He also held a terra cotta flowerpot on a matching dish, a whole bunch of yellow daffodils blooming from the top.
Haley gasped and took the plant from him before he offered it.
“For me?” She asked, and Harvey nodded, a bit sheepish. “I love presents.”
“Jane may have mentioned as much,” Harvey said. “And I just wanted to bring it. And say happy birthday.”
Haley brought the pot through the living room into Emily’s sewing area where the light was the best. She pulled a box of fabric scraps off a wooden stool and set the plant on top. It fit right in next to Emily’s other plants. It was perfect.
Harvey was leaned against the wall watching Haley when she turned around, and she caught a smile playing over his lips.
“What is it?” She asked.
“You look beautiful,” Harvey said. “I like your dress.”
Haley flushed but did a little twirl so he could get the full effect. It wasn’t a new dress, she’d worn it loads of times before, usually in the summer or to go hook up with Leah because it cinched at the waist in a really flattering way but also wasn’t difficult to get off.
The way Harvey’s eyes were feasting on her as she sashayed back and forth towards him made her think she should wear it more often.
She stepped until she stood just in front of him, close enough that she had to look up to see Harvey peering down at her. He looked amused, less nervous alone with Haley than he was when other people were around. She liked him like this. Alone, he smirked and told her he wanted to make her feel good. Haley guessed it was the other people that made him so stressed.
“I have leftover potato salad here,” Haley said. She didn’t have to speak loudly, his face just above hers. “Hungry?”
“Not currently.” His eyes betrayed him, devouring Haley’s chest and shoulders and neck and face.
Haley was relieved that he wasn’t already trying to tell her that he should be staying away from her. Maybe her stunt yesterday had really worked—she shuddered to think if he’d rejected her after that. The humiliation would have been devastating, but worse is that she would have known she was right and Harvey being in his head was getting in the way of a very good thing.
He hadn’t rejected her, though. And it had been the sexiest, most intense fifteen minutes probably of her entire life. She hoped for a repeat today in some way. A birthday present. But she wouldn’t be the one to ask for it—she’d made herself very clear about that, thankyouverymuch.
Harvey’s eyes lingered at Haley’s lips before he pushed off the wall, his face nearly brushing hers in the process. He went to the bookshelf in the corner and perused the titles. Haley watched his index finger slide across the spines and shuttered at the very thought of him touching her like that.
She wanted to ask.
She wouldn’t.
“I like your house,” Harvey said. “Are these yours?”
“Some of them.” Haley stepped closer but left a good five feet between them. People usually assumed the books were Emily’s. “I like to read. Fantasy, usually. Romance, too.”
“What kind of fantasy? Dragons?” Harvey was smiling but there was no derision in his voice, just interest.
“Sure,” Haley shrugged. “All sorts, really. Wizards and fairies and werewolves, too.”
Alex teased her semi-regularly for her reading choices, even though he borrowed all the sexiest ones and liked them just as well as she did. He was too embarrassed about the things he liked.
Haley peered over Harvey’s shoulder at the book he’d pulled from the shelf. A decent vampire novel Emily bought her last winter. A bit too much drama for Haley’s taste. Not enough kissing.
“Not sexy enough,” Haley said. Harvey looked up with that crease between his eyebrows. She wanted to smooth it with her thumb. “The book.”
“Oh.” He looked back at the cover; there was no half-naked man there, which was an added strike against it. Harvey shelved the book and pulled down another.
“Do you like to read?” She asked, trying to shift the conversation from her ever-distracting libido.
“Yes. I, uh, read about planes. Mostly.”
This tidbit surprised Haley almost as much as if he’d said he read primarily erotica. She didn’t know what he liked—just imagined him in his little apartment reading medicine books, and maybe sci-fi. She’d seen his light on at night a few times, when Emily forgot something or when Haley just needed to get out and walk a bit before bed, and she’d pictured him curled up somewhere with a book. Hard cover, she guessed. She wondered idly what his pajamas looked like, or if he wore any at all.
“What do you like about them?” she asked.
“Ah,” Harvey slid the book back on the shelf and scratched the back of his neck. “Everything, I guess. The innovation of it. Like, people could hardly fathom it, this huge steel machine picking you up, barreling through the sky, and then landing on the ground again in one piece. They’ve always fascinated me.”
Haley studied Harvey’s face as he spoke, reveling in the way his eyes lit up and his cheeks stained pink. She didn’t have even two unique thoughts about airplanes, but she’d listen to him talk about them all day if he was going to be so damn cute and excited about it.
“I wanted to be a pilot so bad when I was a kid. I still have a bunch of model planes,” Harvey admitted.
“Why aren’t you one, then?”
“Wasn’t cut out for it. Bad vision. Heights scare the shit out of me.” He didn’t sound sad about this, just resigned to it. “Wasn’t meant to be.”
Haley hummed an agreement. It was selfish, but she was glad. There was no way in hell he’d have ended up in the valley if he was a pilot. Plus, he looked very good in glasses.
“Can I see them? The planes,” She said. Harvey huffed a laugh through his nose.
“One day, maybe.” And there was that damn smirk again. “I know it’s dorky—”
“No,” Haley cut him off. “I think it’s great that you like something so much. I admire it. Really.”
Harvey looked at Haley for a moment, weighing something in his mind, she couldn’t tell what. They already stood close together, but he inched closer still.
“And what do you like?” he asked. “Books?”
“No,” she said. “Books are good, but I like other things more. Cooking, I guess. Taking pictures. Developing them.”
“Can I see some?”
A smile pulled at Haley’s lips. “One day. Maybe.”
Slowly, he lifted a hand to the side of her face and skimmed a thumb across her cheek. She wanted to lean into his hand, melt into his touch, but she didn’t want to show just how eager she was.
“Is this okay?” His voice was a whisper across her skin.
“Yes,” she breathed. Harvey looked at her lips, then her eyes, nose, the rest of her face. Like how he read her patient notes when she came in for an appointment—studying them.
“I want to kiss you again,” Harvey said. His lips were so close, but Haley wouldn’t close the gap, not this time—it was up to him to do that.
“What’s holding you back?” Haley asked. Harvey ducked his head to her neck, nipping at her throat, every graze of his teeth making her shiver.
“Moral quandary,” Harvey said, then licked a line from the base of her neck to her jaw.
Haley couldn’t help but let a little moan escape, and she couldn’t bring herself to feel embarrassed about it.
“You see, Haley, if I kiss you again, it’s going to be really difficult not to fuck you.”
“I see,” she said. She was desperate to put her hands on him but held back still. “The issue, then?”
Harvey kissed along her jaw, then took her earlobe lightly between his teeth.
“If I fuck you once, I’m going to have a really hard time not doing it again.”
Haley groaned and balled her fists in the sides of her skirt. He was so close to going for it, she just had to wait him out.
Harvey’s other hand came around her waist and slid down her ass before squeezing a whole cheek in his hand. “It’s untoward to even think about all the ways I want you—Haley, you can’t even imagine—”
“Show me, then,” she said, and Harvey’s forehead fell on her shoulder. He was quiet for a moment and Haley started to think that he really would let his doctor-judgment get the better of him. She thought he was going to step away like she’d burned him and rush from the house, leaving her horny and alone on her birthday.
She worried she hadn’t been able to convince him that she meant what she’d said: she wanted him, he wasn’t too old for her.
Harvey took one more breath, a long inhale, before spinning the pair of them around and pushing Haley against the wall by the bookcase. A frame went crooked at the force, but neither of them took notice as Harvey’s mouth devoured hers.
Finally, she let her hands cling to him, tugging on his hair and grabbing at his shirt. Harvey grunted into her mouth as Haley arched her chest to press against his.
His arm was wrapped around her back, his hand snaking under the high hem of her dress, feeling the skin beneath. Haley was surprised to find that he could unhook her bra one-handed so quickly but she didn’t waste any time lifting her arms up so he could peel her dress and bra off.
As soon as the fabric was over her head, leaving her in only panties, she tried to return to kissing him. Harvey had fallen still, though, gaping openly at her mostly naked body in front of her.
Haley flushed hot at his gaze. “What is it?”
“You’ve ruined me,” he said. “I’m utterly fucking ruined for anyone else.”
Haley grinned at the admission and leaned just her upper back against the wall. Both of Harvey’s hands still spanned her lower back as she posed for him.
“Show me,” she repeated.
After another shaky breath, his mouth was back on hers. He grunted when she sucked on his tongue, which felt to Haley a massive victory. Harvey lifted her under her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Bed or couch,” Harvey demanded.
“Couch,” she answered in stride, and was deposited onto the red sofa within the next breath. Harvey stared at her tits like he was about to devour them.
“Take off your shirt,” Haley said before he could. “Please.”
Harvey hesitated but sat back on his heels and got to work tugging loose his tie and unbuttoning the white button-up shirt. Haley brushed her fingers over her nipples as he did, pinched them into peaks.
“Fuck,” Harvey said, and replaced her fingers on one with his mouth. Haley gasped as his tongue lapped around her nipple. She couldn’t see his pants, but she heard him pulling at his leather belt and undoing his zipper while he sucked on one nipple and then the other.
“I have to taste you,” he said. “Say yes.”
“Okay,” Haley breathed, because she wasn’t about to start being shy now, not when he was kneeling in front of her mostly naked and very eager. His torso was thick, like she thought, and built, too. He wasn’t as defined as Alex, but he was bigger, hotter. Harvey’s shoulders were broad and she wanted to bite him there and everywhere else on his chest—she wanted to mark him and leave hickeys so that when he went home later he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to feel bad about fucking a patient, not when it felt so good.
Harvey stood and kicked off his pants before kneeling at the edge of the couch and pulling Haley’s legs open in front of him. She maneuvered almost to sitting and watched as Harvey pressed his nose to her pussy, not even removing her underwear first. She’d worn silky yellow ones, just in case. She was glad she had.
“I love these,” he said, and rubbed Haley’s clit through the fabric. She writhed beneath his touch, but Harvey’s other hand came to rest on her stomach, keeping her in place.
He slipped the panties down over her legs, getting them all the way off her ankles before balling them up and tucking them away into his pants pocket.
“Memento?” Haley giggled. “Where will you keep it?”
Harvey squeezed the top of her right thigh and brought his mouth so close to her cunt she could feel his breath on her sensitive skin.
“Under my pillow,” Harvey said, and took a long lick from the center of her to her clit. “Or maybe with the model planes.”
She wanted to keep up any banter with him (it was just so fun to talk with Harvey), but Haley couldn’t do much more than let out little moans with her see-sawing breath as he got to work in earnest on her clit.
He was a menace with that tongue, lapping at her eagerly, swirling around her before sucking the nub into his mouth. It was so good, so ridiculously good, and then he added one thick finger. Haley groaned at the intrusion of it sliding into her, and reveled at him adding a second.
Harvey was deliberate in eating her out, watching and listening for what she reacted to most and readjusting his strategy likewise. His fingers pushing into her and massaging her g-spot were making her feel wild—it was dizzying how good he felt on her.
She was building to a summit, wiggling under the hand firmly holding her in place when she felt Harvey’s thumb press circles over her asshole. Between his relentless licking, the slide of his fingers, and that delicious new pressure, Haley was defenseless against her orgasm and cried out as she came—probably loud enough for Jodi to hear next door. She couldn’t bring herself to care as she rode his hand and mouth, Harvey not pausing his work on her, even moving his other hand to grip one of her breasts and roll a nipple between his fingers.
He didn’t stop, even as she came down, only slowed as he delivered agonizing lick after lick on her sensitive clit.
“Okay,” she breathed. “You can stop.”
Harvey’s eyebrows pressed toward each other as he kept lightly licking, only stopping to say, “Be good for me and come one more time.”
Haley wasn’t one to argue with a request like that, so she tried to calm her breathing and sunk further into the couch.
“Good,” Harvey said, and added another finger.
+++
By the time Haley came under Harvey’s mouth for a second time, his dick was painfully hard pushing at the fabric of his underwear.
Haley was like Jell-O beneath him, and he held her gaze as he pressed his fingers into his mouth before leaning down to kiss her slowly.
“Can you taste that?” he asked before kissing her deeper. “You taste like a fucking dream. I’m nice to share.”
Haley’s hands roamed down his body towards his waistband, leaving a fiery trail in their path. If she touched his dick right now he would most certainly come (likely immediately) and that would be both embarrassing and devastating because he wouldn’t get to feel that hot pussy around him. Harvey grabbed Haley’s hands to keep her from exploring further southward and pushed them on the couch above her head.
“Let me touch you,” she whined.
“I won’t last a second with your hands on me, Haley.”
He kissed her more, one hand holding both of Haley’s wrists over her head while his other worked his boxers down until they were both completely naked, splayed out on her and Emily’s red couch.
“Do you think you can come one more time?” Harvey asked. Her face didn’t look so sure, but when he slicked his fingers over her folds again she groaned. “Good.”
“Fuck me,” she cursed.
“Not until you’re close,” Harvey teased, rubbing rough and quick circles on her clit. She grinned and arched her back from the couch. “I’m going to let go of your hands so you can touch yourself while I put on a condom. Okay?”
“Okay,” Haley’s sex voice nearly made his vision tilt it was so hot, higher than he expected it to be, and desperate, too.
Harvey did as he said, letting go of her wrists and crawling off her so that he could fumble for his pants pocket where he had a condom (it was there just in case, he didn’t know that they were going to need it, it was twisted wishful thinking).
As he sat back on his heels, Haley went to work on her clit, the pads of her fingers moving in tight circles. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, the sight almost enough to do him in.
“Harvey,” Haley said on a breath. “Please.”
“Fuck, baby.” Harvey tore the packet open and slid the condom over his dick, which was harder even than it had been with Haley’s mouth wrapped around it yesterday.
He sat up on his knees and scooted towards the edge of the couch. Haley sat facing him with her legs spread open, her pussy at just the height for him to slide right in.
He had to take a long breath through his nose before pressing the tip to her center. Her fingers paused their work as he slid in at an excruciatingly slow pace. Both held their breath until he was fully seated inside her. The heat and pressure around him made his head spin, but he withdrew an inch, then another, before plunging forward again.
They both groaned at the feel of it.
Harvey repeated the motion, slow at first and then a bit faster, all the while trying to keep himself from finishing this so soon. It felt so good, Yoba, had it ever felt so good? Was this normal? Was sex supposed to feel like this? This good?
“Holy shit,” Haley said.
Harvey grunted, “I know.”
She’d picked up her pace massaging herself and the view of her tits bouncing as Harvey rocked into her was nearly too much, but he closed his eyes and kept going because this sort of good was probably abnormal, a once in a lifetime situation so he ought to savor it.
The frantic whimpering noises from Haley told Harvey she was right there, and he picked up his pace, rutting into her harder until he felt her clenching around his dick as she cried out and he gave himself permission to take what he needed, too.
His hips moved erratically as he pushed himself into her and he buried his face in Haley’s neck as he finally came harder than he had since he was a teenager.
His heart was galloping as he tried to regain his breath and with his ear to Haley’s chest, he could hear that hers was, too.
“Holy shit,” Haley said again.
“Yeah,” Harvey agreed. “My thoughts exactly.”
+++
After Harvey and Haley got cleaned up, he’d slipped his boxers back on while Haley sported a cotton nightdress. If he wasn’t so spent, the sight of the white fabric pulled over her pink nipples might have sent him off again. As it was, though, they were both hungry, and Haley dished up potato salad and chicken salad sandwiches on croissants which they ate with their knees bumping under the kitchen table.
“Should I put more clothes on? In case your sister—”
“No, she’ll be out until past midnight.” Haley took another big bite of her sandwich. She spoke around her mouth full of food, “Will you stay? We could watch a movie.”
Harvey was struck by how adorable she was like this, her hair pulled into a loose bun, and that uncharacteristic beam of light in her eyes instead of the disinterested mask. How many people saw her like this? Emily, probably, and surely Jane? Who else?
“Something on my face?” Haley asked when Harvey didn’t say anything. Instead of speaking, he just smiled and leaned over the table to drop a soft kiss on her lips.
“Movie sounds great,” he said and kissed her again.