Hi Guys, ok, you got me! After reading those reviews I had to write more! If it's in demand I'll happily continue! Lol. Enjoy! I absolutely LOVE this chapter after their evening of drunken madness and I hope you feel the same so please review. There's a mixture of funny, lovey and Darvey ultimate fluff included! :-)) Enjoy and Review x
'Jesus Mike,' Harvey was just able to bare the bright morning light as he padded barefoot off the bottom stair and entered the lounge. Mike was sprawled diagonally across Jessica's white chaise lounge. As Harvey got closer he noticed a string of red tinsel garland tied around his Junior Partner's waist. 'Holy shit, Rachel really meant it didn't she? She left you down here for the night,' he laughed as he pulled a cushion out from the back of Mike's head causing him to let out a piercing groan.
'Hey old man!' Mike mumbled almost inaudibly as he turned his face into the soft velvety fabric. Harvey let out a chortle as he left his friend to sort his own pain.
'Merry Christmas!' Louis boomed loudly as he walked in through the deck doors with just a towel wrapped around his lower parts.
'Oh Jesus Christ,' Harvey cringed, 'Either I'm still really drunk or I've woken up in some sort of sick alternate world. Or God, please let this still be a dream!'
'Or Happy Hannukah you lovely people!' Louis made his way energetically past Harvey and in contrast, a semi-conscious Mike and headed towards the kitchen.
'Anyone for a fresh prunie?' he asked hopefully.
'Urgggggh,' a sound from Mike was just about heard.
'How the hell are you so chirpy this morning Louis? You drank Jessica's top liquor shelf before passing out under the tree...' Harvey swallowed his nausea after recalling the liquor cabinet.
'I'm feeling great, just had a morning swim, a stealthy six lengths and now I'm cleansing the alcohol away with the prunie. Clear the pipes!' he motioned towards himself as Harvey's sickness overwhelmed him urging him towards the outside deck for fresh air but not without a chuckle at Louis's feeble attempt at swimming lengths. 'Louis, Rosie could swim six lengths...' As he wandered towards the doors smiling to himself.
He didn't know what was worse, Louis' openly spritely mood or the heat and sunshine that just hit him.
'Morning Harvey, Merry Christmas!' Shelia beamed as she was sat feeding Alexander on the pool furniture. 'How are you feeling this morning? Is Mike alive, as when I went past him half an hour ago he didn't look great...?' She laughed.
'He'll survive, but what's with Louis?' Harvey pulled his Ray-bans down as he realised they were on his head after squinting towards his senior partner's fiancé.
'I've never known him hungover, it's like he rejuvenates or something.' She laughed as she placed Alex's bottle back down on the table. 'Is Donna up yet?'
'More like he respawns,' Harvey mused sarcastically which Shelia seemed to miss by the apparent confusion on her face.
Harvey stretched his arms and started to take in the fresh morning air, 'No, Donna's still asleep,' he laughed, 'Rosie was up twice. First time was because of Mike's Goddamn Mamma Mia showdown and the second time was at four thirty, and as Donna was ever so much the doting mother, she was out cold, so Rachel was getting some practise in.'
Just then, Louis greeted them and handed two fresh coffees to Harvey.
'I know you've never been a prunie man, so here are some vanilla coffees for you and Donna. I've got a feeling she'll be needing it. Gosh, that woman surely knows how to bring the house down!'
'Umm, thanks Louis,' he took the steaming mugs from his friend's hands. 'Well, I better go and rouse my wife from her drunken stupor as we have a child to look after.'
He headed back inside, keeping his Ray-bans on as they had been a welcomed respite from the bright light.
As he passed Mike, who had now moved from the chaise lounge to the couch, he placed one coffee down and lifted the cushion he had over his face and crouched down towards Mike's ear. 'Hey Pierce Brosnan, when you've gotten over your Mamma Mia After Party indulgences, your wife wants a word...' he said particularly loudly into his ear and then replaced the cushion.
Mike grunted a unrecognisable response as Harvey picked back up his coffee, chuckled to himself and headed up to his bedroom.
He clicked the door closed behind him quietly and placed the coffees down next to the bed. He looked over and raised his glasses back upon to his head to fully appreciate the sight before him. No matter how drunk she had been the night before, she still looked beautiful. Her russet hair spiralled across her pillow and her black silk nightie straps were just about still hanging on to her shoulders, he smiled. How the hell did I get this lucky? Picking up her coffee, he wandered around to her side, placed the coffee down and crouched lower to be inline with her sleeping face. He tilted his head to one side and his face split into a smile, not fooled by the beauty of her hair and body sprawled across their bed from the other direction, he knew she had had more than her fair share of scotch, wine and Louis' margaritas. So he took amusement in knowing that she was now open mouthed and silently dribbling a pool onto the pillow. He silently observed his beautiful wife as she was still sleeping soundly, make up smudged panda-like from her eyes and lipstick smeared lips.
He raised himself up and placed a kiss on her forehead. 'Morning sleepyhead, Merry Christmas.'
She responded with opening one eye and letting out a small groan.
'Rough night?' he smiled.
'Where's Rosie?' she croaked as she rolled over to place her hand on her forehead.
'Don't worry, Rachel's sorted her. She's gone back to sleep actually after being woken half the night by Mike's broadway performances. After which, by the way, I now see him in a whole new light.'
Harvey had crossed back round to his side of the bed and went to sit next to her. He sipped his drink, 'Ha, this is a damn good coffee. In fact, it's the first coffee Louis has ever made me,' Harvey pondered as he looked into his steaming mug.
'My head...' Donna rose up and sat her back against the soft bed frame. 'I can't even remember when I came to bed...'
'Oh I can...' Harvey smirked, blowing his coffee gently.
'Oh God,' she buried her head back in the pillow. 'I need coffee...' She reached over to take a sip of Louis' rare efforts. She took an extra long gulp, not particularly caring how hot it was.
'Oh my God, that's good!' She sat back upright to finish her coffee, every sip making her feel more alive than what she'd felt ten minutes before.
'So, are we going to finish what we started?'
'Excuse me?' Donna's face looked up confused as she wiped her eyes with makeup remover from the side of her bed. 'And what was it we started?'
His face giving away the obvious answer.
'You really don't remember?' His eyebrows raised.
'Seriously, Harvey, does this look like a face that remembers the previous evening? I'm just glad I actually woke up this morning...'
He leaned over her and nuzzled his mouth into the side of her neck, placing gentle kisses along her neckline and around to her lips, where he stopped and caught her hazy gaze.
'Well, let me catch you up then...' he pressed his lips against hers, still tasting the margarita scent from the night before, his lips smoothing over hers as she gently succumbed to his tongue. She hummed dreamily in response, then suddenly pulled back.
'Wait a minute,' She held his lustful gaze, 'What do you mean finish?' She quirked an eyebrow.
He flicked his head with a smirk, 'Well, you know what too much scotch can do to a guy...however, I'm all ready to go this morning.' He pushed his groin into her thigh just to make sure she fully got the picture.
'Wait a minute mister,' she held up her palm against his warm chest. 'Do we even have time? I thought you said Rachel had been up sorting our child?'
'Oh we've got time, in fact you made it clear last night that now was exactly the right time...' he went in to kiss her for the second time but again she pulled back a little, still not satisfied with his reasoning.
'Again, I'm still not with you Specter, you're going to have to fill me in on our obvious drunken conversation whilst in our uneventful throws of scotch induced passion, so it seems.'
'Well,' he dropped his mouth down to her open chest and gently kissed along the silk seam around the neckline of her black nightie.
'Hey, eyes and mouth up here matey, you can get back to that in a minute once I'm satisfied with your answer,' she lifted his chin with her finger.
'Ok, you really don't remember our conversation?'
'No, otherwise I wouldn't be delaying what you had just started doing, would I?' she grinned, rubbing some of her excess pink lipstick which had now slightly smeared on his lips with a glide of her thumb.
'So, what is now the exact time for?'
He didn't leave anything to her imagination and just came out with it, at the same time as slipping his hand under the cover and beneath her silk nightwear.
'Having another baby,' he pressed his fingers around the area which made her whole body collapse against him.
'Ha-Harvey,' she stuttered, half through his exquisite touch and half through shock of what he'd said.
'Where did that come from?'
'You,' he grinned, 'you can be even more persuasive when you're drunk. Why do you think we tried it last night, but due to the limiting effects of Jessica's vintage Macallan it didn't quite happen...'
'And you agreed to that?' she asked letting out a breath as he moved his fingers around in the most tantalising of circles.
'Hell yeah,' he grabbed her waist and pulled her down the bed slightly so her head was now resting flat on the pillow.
'You can be very demanding when you want something and apparently we only have until tomorrow to have a go...'
'Tomorrow?' she asked, in between his kisses around her neck.
'I think it went something like this - we only have a small window this month and then we'll have to wait another whole month and then I'll be another whole month older...' he trailed off quoting her words from the night before.
Suddenly the images from their conversation in bed last night flashed to the forefront of her mind.
'Oh shit, I did say that didn't I?' she sighed, 'Am I really getting old?'
He laughed, 'And that's what you're focusing on? Not the fact that I actually agreed with you and while I'm mostly sober this morning, I'm still on board?'
'What you agreed I'm old?' Her face detaching itself from Harvey's kissing.
'That's not what I meant, I meant I think we should try for another baby, it would be nice to have two close in age, Marcus and I only have eighteen months between us and it made us closer growing up.' He was now resting on his forearms, hovering over her pensive face.
'I know what I said, and maybe it was just because of Mike and Rachel having a baby made me feel like that, but, are you sure? I was thinking of going back to the firm in the New Year...' her mind had started to flit between her reasons for and against. But now, with the very apparent feel of her husband's baby making appendage on her thigh, she was kind of guessing he was serious.
'You can still come back... for a bit,' he smiled laying his kisses on her lips again. His hand glided back to what it had been doing since they had started their conversation, her head fell further back into the pillow. 'Ok Specter, you win.' she breathed.
'I always do, but for future reference, it was your idea, I just implemented it.'
'You're an idiot,' she smiled pulling his face down on to hers. 'Now, hurry up and implement something else,' she opened her legs wider for him to rest between them.
She hadn't even noticed when he'd slipped his pj bottoms off but the feel of him against her, sent shivers through her body, starting at her core and shooting up to her mouth where a groan of appreciation breathed out.
'You can never have enough Specter babies in the world,' she smiled as she placed her hands around his face bringing him in deeply for their lips to meet.
'I know, it's the making of them you like,' his Cheshire Cat grin nearly made her fall over the edge before he'd even begun, as he then slipped himself inside her, filling her and sending her whole body into his submission.
'Well, if that didn't make Specter baby number two, I don't know what else can...' he grinned as he gently rolled over, breathing heavily and recovering from their joint highs.
'Hmmm,' she closed her eyes, all thoughts of her hangover disappearing as the warm ripples still shuddered across her body.
'Well, we could do again later, just to make sure,' she added, patting his chest with her manicured hand.
'But for now, I think we need to celebrate Christmas and relieve Rachel of her duties.' And with that, right on cue, Rosie's cheerful gurgling shouts echoed down the hallway.
'God, I hope Louis is dressed now,' Harvey said as he pulled himself up off of the bed and headed to the shower.
'What do you mean?' Donna laughed as she followed.
'Oh you so don't want to know.'
