AN: Short interlude, specially for you guys. Will be returning to the series storyline in the next update ;)


There was nothing left between them, finally they were one again. Falling asleep hadn't been a conscious decision. But in a tangle of limbs, skin on skin, the afterglow of intense exercise they had finally drifted off.

The first thing Donna became aware of was the cage that seemed to surround her. It was a nice, warm and formfitting cage, reaching from the top of her neck all the way down her back. Two bars surrounded her torso and locked her arms. She had wound her own leg around one of the lower bars. She quickly opened her eyes, fearing that she had merely dreamt it, but she hadn't. She watched her hand, which was lying mere inches from her face, her fingers entwined with Harvey's. It hadn't been a dream it had been real. It was real. Harvey was in her bed, naked in her bed. Images of last night flooded her memory and made her cheeks redden slightly. It had been better than she had remembered it was.

She lightly squeezed her fingers together at the sheer joy rushing through her and the cage started to move.

Only slightly at first, Harvey's head moved against her neck then went still again. But then he breathed in deep and her scent did the rest. He was realising where he was and who he was with. He tensed all his muscles and pulled Donna even further into his own body. She felt so nice and warm and comfortable against his skin.

This was all the consciousness he needed, no need to wake up any further. Just stay here, like this, that was enough.

Unfortunately his brain seemed intent on waking up fully. He refused to let go of her, but thoughts of Mike, Cahill, and PSL, returned. Luckily Donna was part of PSL so he felt completely justified turning his mind to her.

"Morning" he whispered against her hair and kissed her neck.

"Morning" she returned.

"We should not go to dinner more often." He smiled.

Donna laughed. "Oh no mister, you owe me a seven course dinner in the least!"

"Seven course huh? You think a lot of yourself." He laughed until a pointy elbow hit him in the ribs.

"Just because your efforts don't get you more than a frozen pizza…" She teased back.

Harvey's face fell.

"Really?" He asked. "Not even this one?" And his hand disappeared beneath the blankets to travel down her stomach.

Donna inhaled sharply and bit her lip. Harvey made it worse by sucking her earlobe between his lips and nibbling on it.

They would be late for work today.