I most certainly have no clue of where I want to go with this, but I had this idea so I wrote it. I'd love to know what you think, again, I don't know where this may go but it's worth the try. Thanks :)

Donna stood in front of the marble aisle in the kitchen, the steel knife cutting the carrots in tiny round pieces. The day was freaking cold; windy, bone freezing. It was a miracle it didn't snow.

She heard his deep sigh; he walked to her, embracing her from behind. She smiled, she knew him too well and read his intentions immediately.

"Harvey, I'm cooking."

"I haven't done anything."

"Do you think I can't feel that amicable pressure on my ass?"

He laughed softly. She turned and eyed him dangerously. Then he approached her ear, "It's Saturday night, it's cold, and you're cooking. You gotta understand the sexiness that this carries."

"Do you find my vegetable cutting sexy?" She asked, and smiled at the idea.

"You get an idea how much." He said, and pressed his body tighter against hers. His hand went up her abdomen while she continued the cutting. "Also, I really like these jeans."

She giggled at his advance, again. But now, she had to contract her neck because a kiss invaded her skin when she didn't notice. "Babe, you're obviously in the mood, but I am not." She said knowing that it would unravel a tornado. Innerly, she grinned. A challenged Harvey was always an extremely intense Harvey, no matter the area of life.

"Well, sounds like you're asking for help." He replied.

She smiled. "Actually…" she dropped the knife and turned around. "I am. Please, help me." Said Donna, while adding a dramatic tone to that last phrase.

"You're enjoying this." He realizes she's getting fun out of this as much as he is.

"And so are you, don't deny it."

"We should role play more often." He whispered, and kissed her jawline softly.

"I have ideas for that." She panted.

"I wanna hear them all." He whispered in her ear, and started unbuttoning her blouse, the white ivory buttons disengaging from the holes and revealing the outline of her breasts little by little. She felt her stomach tingling and that demanding heat in her lower belly. She loved his perfume; he was casually using her favorite tonight.

His eyes, his gaze... The desire in his eyes when he admired the contour of her breasts and the cream colored lace that held them.

"Turn off the fire." Whispered Harvey. "We're gonna take a while."

She smiled, and held onto his head while his mouth advanced downwards.

…..

"Did you know…" she whispered while her nail softly scratched his rib. "Women take longer to get turned on?"

He grinned. "Is that a fact?"

"It is. You can look it up." said Donna before leaning her jaw on his chest.

"And why is that?"

"Well, because, biologically… females are more… complex."

"That I can't argue."

"Ha." she smiled ironically. "But we have much more advantage than males. On so many aspects."

"Like what?"

"Well… we last longer." she said, and they both laughed. "It's true."

"Can't say it's not."

"Because you get off, and it automatically falls. Always." They both laughed again. "But we… we can have multiple orgasms, one after another."

"That must be nice." he said.

"It is. If you find something who can do that to you." she said with a huge playful grin on her face. "There are too many men in this world who bluff about their assets and everything, but… they get off once, and bye-bye any hope for more than one orgasm."

"Now that will have me thinking."

"Oh don't worry…" she whispered, and kissed him slowly, brushing her lips with his. "There's nothing to worry about. You have…" A short kiss on his lips. "More than accomplished that."

"Explain to me why exactly it is that you females are more complex in what desire concerns."

"Well, historically, and these are ancestral characteristics, deeply incorporated into our DNAs… Males were the ones who went out to hunt, and get the food, and face wild animals and stuff. The females, on the other side, were the ones who stayed at the home, taking care of the babies, nursing them, cuddling, putting them to sleep, playing with them. So, that's why the females have a much better and more developed emotional intelligence than males. We rely on empathy, on emotions, we know when someone's not okay, our capacities of putting ourselves in someone's place is better."

Harvey listened quietly, amazed at the unknown information. He also felt amazed at women… because every quality she described was true, he thought.

"And males…" Carried on Donna. "Males are instinctive. You rely on what you see, what you can actually corroborate and what's an actual fact. That's why…" she stopped, letting the seconds pass, enjoying the feeling that her upcoming words were giving her. "Males get turned on by watching."

He grinned. "Now that explains a lot."

"Right? Men are visual. Only to a lesser extent, maybe auditive. But that's just an accessory. You NEED to watch, to see the object of your desire."

"I didn't know all of that." said Harvey. "Where did you read it?"

"In a psychology book."

"Now tell me about females. How do they get turned on better?"

"Well… that's a combo. It's smell, and sounds, and touching, and imagination. We're a slow burn."

"Hmm, I see…" he muttered, and traced her cheeks up and down with his fingers. She stared at him deeply, her gaze had a subtle flame on her eyes. She tilted her head sideways just a bit, and bit one of his fingers softly. She took his middle finger into her mouth, and he felt her tongue sliding along his finger, her eyes closing. Him, feeling harder with each second. He tucked his ring finger inside her mouth then; he curved them against her tongue, like he does when he's inside of her with his fingers. Her tongue wetted those fingers of his, an urgent pulse throbbing on her walls; a moan vibrated on her throat, her imagination went wild. So did his, on an equal amount.

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