A/N: Written for the Darvey Virus event on twitter (run by secretwriterkay; check it out if you haven't already, there are some amazing prompts yet to be taken!).
This fic is for darveyandsuits who wished for 'M-rated, very emotional'. I felt called out. So here we are :) Enjoy!
My Home In You
As Donna stands by the window front overlooking Elliot Bay, she feels a sense of accomplishment. Even though there are still a few solitary boxes strewn around behind her, they had already come a lot further than she had expected this morning when they began with the move into their new penthouse.
It's been a little over four weeks since they had made their decision to leave New York City behind and two weeks since they actually went through with their plan. After a fortnight of a blissful honeymoon spent in the Caribbean, they packed up both of their apartments and moved themselves and their things across the country. Upon arrival, they took residence in one of Seattle's fanciest hotels Donna could find and starting the following day, they had gone on a hunt for a new home.
They had looked at five other houses and apartments all over the city on day one and two when on day three, they walked into the penthouse of their dreams. It was love at first sight and it took all but a glance at each other to know that this was it. Combining the open space and the view of Harvey's old condo with the warmth and coziness of Donna's, they bought the place on the outskirts of downtown right on the spot. While Harvey pushed to finalize the deal as quickly as possible over the days that followed, Donna had been busy organizing their moving company and buying a thing or two – or ten – that they still needed. A new sofa, and interior for their momentary home office that they would hopefully turn into something else very soon, and together they had also bought a new bed for their new chapter in life.
That they had officially dove into on this very day.
The sun has just disappeared on the horizon; bathing the bay and its surrounding areas in hues of blue and grey and black. The skyline isn't Manhattan, not by a long shot, but Donna is pretty sure that she would soon get used to it and maybe love it even more. There is something very soothing and calming in that view over the bay and towards the mountains; a lot more soothing and calming than the noisy and busy street canyons that had surrounded them for decades.
It's like a breath of fresh air. Quite literally, too, because there is definitely a significant difference in the weather conditions compared to the east coast; that Donna had expected in theory but not really thought about all that much until the relentless rainfall had left her soaked for three days in a row. She'll have to adjust her mindset and her wardrobe, but she is convinced that she will succeed in that very soon, especially with summer and sunnier days just around the corner now.
Donna is only pulled back from her thoughts when she hears the shower down the hall being turned off and a slight smile spreads on her lips, while she pulls her bathrobe tighter around her body. Despite her best intentions to slip into her nightie and then straight into bed, she had been way too distracted by the spectacular sight of the skyline splayed before her. A sight that she would get to wake up to each and every day starting tomorrow morning and excitement fills her at the prospect.
Excitement, that soon gives way to a profound feeling of completeness, when mere minutes later strong arms slide around her from behind. Harvey's lips immediately find her neck and she lets herself sink into his secure embrace.
"Mhmm…" Donna sighs, wrapping her arms over his and holding him close.
"I missed you," he murmurs against her ear, seconds before his nose nuzzles her still slightly damp hair.
"You've been gone for ten minutes tops," Donna chuckles but the sound is breathy and almost toneless.
His arms tighten and vaporize even the last breath of air that had remained between them. The gesture sends a shiver down her spine, that makes her tremble in his arms.
"I miss you every second you're not around," he lets her know with an emphasizing whisper and while the words are as cheesy as they can get, Donna has not a single doubt of the undeniable truth behind them.
Because he tells her. And he shows her. Every single day since that fateful night not even a year in the past, Harvey has made sure that she knows exactly how he feels. What had been so hard for him all those years prior, now comes as easy as breathing in the security and reassurance of nothing and no one having the power to keep them apart. Not that anything or anyone ever really could; if the past thirteen years are any evidence of the strength of their bond.
The white golden bands of their eternal commitment reflect in the darkened windows that the newly married couple stares out of; with neither being able to let go of the other just yet.
"We've come far today, haven't we?" Harvey asks quietly, while he takes in the view.
"Oh absolutely. It almost feels like home already, doesn't it?" Donna replies contently and closes her eyes to concentrate on that feeling that is swelling inside of her.
"Hmm…" He breathes, nose in her fiery waves again. "Right this second? It feels very much like home to me," Harvey replies, pressing a kiss against her temple to underline his meaning.
The teasing comment is dancing on the tip of her tongue but the intensity of the moment is already too loaded for the words to tumble over. So instead, she turns around to look at him and the burning fire in his eyes chases off any coherent thoughts altogether.
It sparks the fire in her own, that spreads from there through her veins like lava, scorching every single nerve ending on its way.
"With the day we've had, I almost expected you to be halfway asleep by the time I joined you in here," Harvey whispers, leaning in for a quick peck only to pull away seconds later. "I'm glad that I was wrong," he adds sheepishly as his voice drops that octave that always goes straight for her core.
"Is that so?" Donna drawls seductively while bringing her hand up to his face and then letting it slide to the back of his head, her fingers languidly tracing the wet hairline at his neck. The touch prompts him to close his eyes as he gets lost in the rush of overwhelming sensations only she can bring forth.
It is Donna who initiates the kiss; standing on her tiptoes to close the height difference that keeps them apart. And it is also Donna who loses her footing first when Harvey's lips respond in hunger and passion. Both of her hands find his shoulders to hold on to and his arms are still slung around her to keep her steady.
The kiss deepens and the floodgates open, as a whirlwind of passion and longing sweeps them away in its overpowering current.
Harvey can barely keep the tremble at bay when her fingers scratch over his chest; the cotton of his shirt an all too feeble barrier for the need her hands proclaim. His own hands find her butt and he cups her cheeks voraciously, grinding against her before pushing her against the glass front with the smallest of steps forward.
His heat against her front and the coldness against her back are a deathly combination and the satiny fabric sliding over her skin only adds that much more to the storm that is brewing between them.
It takes them a moment to adapt, like it sometimes does when the need to be close becomes so blinding that everything else dies away in the matter of a heartbeat. It rarely happens just to one of them, that blinding sensation, with their energies so intrinsically intertwined that it makes it hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. Not that it isn't like that on normal days but it is even more true in intimate moments like these.
It almost always makes them slow down, both usually having to catch their breaths as if they had just run a marathon even after barely a few minutes in. Sometimes they give in to it, to the blinding light and passion and it gets hasty and desperate and vigorous and while that is good, sometimes, it isn't what they want today.
Not tonight, when everything is raw and new and different. Different bed. Different surroundings. Different light. Different sensations. Everything's changed. Yet again. And it fills them with exhilarating excitement and a soothing calmness. They have time. For this. For each other. For their love. A love that also seems to be able to breathe a little more freely out here. Shining its light over a new city that doesn't feel like home just yet but at least does so a little more than it did this morning.
Their kiss slows, and they stare at each other in the darkness of the room, which is only barely illuminated in the silver light of the rising full moon.
Breathing erratically, Donna's hands glide over Harvey's heaving chest and further down, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up. The second the cotton falls and his arms come back down, he rids Donna of her bathrobe in return, revealing porcelain skin and white lace to his hungry eyes.
Tracing his fingertips back up her arms, goosebumps and freckles blur in a seductive dance on her smooth skin, making him want to join in the rush of it all. He closes the distance again, lips finding her bared shoulder, as skin touches skin and a new wave of euphoria is set free.
"Take me to bed, Harvey," she moans against his ear, as he grinds against her stomach to let her feel his desire. "I need you."
Breaking away from her requires a lot of physical strength but for the kind of physical closeness he craves, the bed is a better option for sure. They'd have a million more nights to christen every other surface of their home in the years to come.
They close the short distance to the bed on the opposite wall and with Donna's eyes focused on his, she slides down her lacy panties before she crawls onto the bed with that alluring sway in her hips she can execute even in moments like this. In the middle of the king-sized mattress, Donna comes to a halt, sitting down on her calves and staring at Harvey invitingly, as her hands are caressing the insides of her thighs.
The sight elicits a groan to rumble in his chest and without wasting another second, Harvey gets rid of his boxer briefs and joins her on their new bed in a mirroring position.
Close enough to touch, bit still way too far apart for his liking. So he closes the distance at least with his hands, both of them cupping her cheeks to connect their faces in another heated kiss.
The initial intensity gives way to a different kind of poignancy, that finds its source in blazing intimacy and invigorating familiarity.
Her hands raking over his naked chest set him on fire and his palms fondling her breasts melt her into swaying liquid. Her nipples harden under his ministrations, followed by his length when more blood rushes south.
Harvey leans in and first kisses her lips, then finding her cheek and ear and shoulder. Each peck is another drop of oil to the flames, Donna's skin deliriously burning but still yearning for more.
Her fingers travel further down; coaxing the muscles in his abdomen to dance beneath his skin, before she traces the prominent V to his groin. His burgeoning hardness is already aching for her touch and because Harvey's kisses are weakening her resolve, she wants to make him feel as amazing as he does her.
Needy drops of wetness have already gathered at the tip and Donna gently spreads them to aid in her attempt to bring him pleasure. His hips surge forward involuntarily, as a low groan reverberates through his body and Donna knows that she will never get enough of those primal reactions she is able to coax from his body. It sends a rush of liquid to her own core, the way he responds, the way his eyes bore into hers, burn only for her, as they lock and drown in this haze of touches and sensations.
Harvey is about to roam his own hands down her body when she stops him and slowly inches backward. Momentary confusion quickly morphs into realization and lust on his face, when Donna leans down and without any further warning, takes him into her mouth. The heat and wetness nearly make him lose his mind, leaving him lightheaded as every last ounce of blood pools in his lap.
Setting a slow and even rhythm, Donna can feel how his hardness grows in length and girth with every slide of her lips, every rotation of her tongue and with every gentle but arousing squeeze of his balls. His entire skin is prickling with need, every cell yearning for contact, while she pushes him closer and closer to the abyss. One hand is entangled in her flaming red locks; not to guide her because she knows all too well how and what he needs, but to anchor himself to her lest he'd drown without her. His other hand is caressing her back, her sides, her arms, and at one point her breasts that sway with every bob of her head. Until it all becomes too much and too intense and too blinding and he has to stop her before he reaches that point of no return, that is already dangerously looming all too close beneath the surface.
Donna ignores his first attempt to still her movements, sucking and licking even harder for a few more moments until his hoarsely groaned 'Donna' has the intended effect. He is hard and pulsating and fully erect now, and there is nothing both want and need more than to feel that connection they can only experience with each other.
Crawling towards him, their lips meet in a heated kiss; the taste of him swirling on their tongues arousing them to an intensity they've seldomly felt before. Harvey sits back on his calves again and pulls Donna closer; their lips not breaking apart for even a second as they get settled against each other. With his hands on her thighs, he guides her to sit back and wraps her legs around him; leaving her open and bare to his touch and gaze.
Without even touching her, he can see how ready she is for him and he pulls her closer still until she comes to rest between his legs. Reaching for his length, he guides himself towards her center; letting the tip slide through her wetness slowly and teasingly. The motions send a tremble through her form and a breathy moan escapes her parted lips. Their eyes lock again as he keeps rubbing over her clit and every touch on her sensitive bundle of nerves is a shock to her system.
Donna doesn't know how long he continues doing what he is doing but it's long enough for her to nearly lose it right then and there. The muscles in her abdomen are starting to quiver and her arms that she had placed on the mattress behind her begin to buckle. She wants to be close to him, as close as possible, but the way he is working against her is making it harder and harder to keep herself upright. And just when she thinks she can't possibly take any more, Harvey finally changes direction and without warning gently pushes inside of her.
The intrusion is piercing but oh so welcome. Instead of giving her all of him, Harvey stills his forward momentum with just his tip inside of her. Her walls instantly begin to flutter, trying to pull him in further, but he quickly withdraws; only to push back in just as far as he did before. The friction at her entrance is almost too much, especially when Harvey then brings one of his hands to where they are joined and begins to rub her clit with his thumb.
That is when her arms give in for good and she falls to the mattress with an incoherent moan that sounds like his name. He knows that if he starts moving any more than he is right now, this will be over in a minute because Donna had already brought him way too close only minutes earlier.
So he focuses on her instead. On her pleasure. On making her feel as incredible as she always makes him feel. On giving her all that he has to offer in moments like these. Donna is already hypersensitive to his every touch and he can sense that it wouldn't take her long either. But compared to him, at least she is in the lucky position to recover way quicker than he can these days which is why he doesn't stop when the first waves come rolling in. His thumb increases in speed while his thrusts remain shallow, and the stark contrast of both sensations is driving Donna nearly out of her mind with the sheer intensity that is straining her body. It's after another withdrawal and push back in, and after another deliberate circle around her clit, that Donna finally explodes in a cloud of energy that shatters her body into a million stars of lust and passion. A deep moan fills the silence of their bedroom and to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible, Harvey finally thrusts all the way inside of her trembling core.
The ferocity of her contractions is still almost enough to pull him right along with her but he focuses on watching her writhe beneath him; coming undone by his thrusts and touches, until the waves pass and her body stills. Towering over her, he gently keeps pushing and withdrawing, holding himself back as much as he can while she calms down.
Donna opens her eyes moments later and finds him staring down at her, his whole body tense with restraint. And even though she thought she couldn't possibly love him more, she does so when she witnesses how much more important her pleasure is to him than his own.
"Don't hold back," Donna breathes, low and sultry, and his response is instant and intense.
The muscles in Harvey's jaw and neck and chest flex as he increases his speed. He reaches for her ankles, pulling them up to place her feet against his chest and the angle shifts and the pressure grows. The fire that had barely been extinguished starts spreading deep inside of her again, and every controlled thrust pushes her closer again in a matter of moments. She watches him move, still holding back a little but every second that passes, every stroke into her heated body, visibly weakens his resolve.
The angle soon changes yet again, when Donna slides her legs back around his waist and when she pulls him down on top of her; craving skin-on-skin contact more than anything else.
Her arms welcome him in a fiery embrace and as he buries his face in her neck, her intoxicating scent clouds his senses. Warmth and affection fill the space between them, while Harvey rests on top of her, caught in the feeling and realization that this is the only home he'll ever need. He places a kiss to her shoulder and her neck before he lifts himself up on his arms again.
"Donna," he exhales, her name filled with love and affection. "This… you… us…" he says quietly as he begins to move again deep within her. "This is all I'll ever need," he groans, while his eyes lock with hers. "No matter where we are…" The rhythm he sets now is firm and deep, each thrust bringing them closer to everything. "No matter what we do…," he whispers, and his words are like a hot caress on her face. "As long as you're with me, it's all I'll ever need to be home."
"Harvey," Donna whimpers breathlessly, touching his face and tracing his eyebrows as she pours all of her love into her caress and expression, too overcome with emotions to find any proper words to reply.
Shifting his entire weight to one arm, he lets the other travel over her shoulder, down to her chest and further to her waist and thigh, slightly hiking one leg up further to change the angle again. He slides in even deeper, hitting more spots that drive her wild and would hopefully take her with him very soon.
Harvey can already feel the coiling in the pit of his stomach that announces the pending release and he knows that he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer now. As if reading his thoughts, Donna sneaks her hand between their bodies; helping herself in their shared climb towards the stars.
She clenches her walls around him, wordlessly urging him on to speed up and to give her more; give himself more because she knows that is what he needs. With every push into her core, she tightens her muscles, eliciting a deep groan every time it happens.
"Donna," he moans and it sounds like a plea and prayer and a million other things that make her shiver.
"Harder, Harvey," Donna begs, "don't stop."
"Christ, Donna," Harvey expels and heeds her wishes; his hips surging forward with more strength and vigor now.
Their gazes interweave as intimately as their bodies, neither blinking as they chase their release. Whispered words of love are exchanged wordlessly and vocally, that grow into incoherent murmurs and whines when the energy goes off at last. In a heap of jerky thrusts and trembles, of breathless moans and shaky touches, they simultaneously fall over the edge and into nothingness, where there is only them and the intensity they make each other feel. Contractions shake them to their core as they ride out their waves together and Harvey's arms cave in before the last trembles have even subsided; letting him collapse on top of her.
Before Donna knows what's happening, another wave crashes over her; one almost even more intense than the physical one she had just experienced. Tears well in her eyes, when his weight and warmth settle on her and engulf her, while feelings of home and happiness anchor in her soul. She tries to hold them back, the tears that multiply with every second until there are too many. The wetness meanders down her face and her still accelerated breathing turns patchy and shaky even more.
Alarmed by the sudden change in Donna's respiration, Harvey lifts himself up and searches her face, worry creasing his forehead. When he locates her tears, he reaches for her cheek and gently palms it with one hand.
"Hey… what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He whispers and his eyes focus solely on her, afraid to miss a single tear or expression if he didn't.
"No, Harvey. Never," she sniffles. "You could never hurt me."
His thumb traces the wet trail on her temple, catching the precious liquid before it disappears in her flaming red hair, that not even the darkness of the room can extinguish.
"That was," Donna breathes, before inhaling deeply in another attempt to calm her heart and mind, "it was just... very overwhelming… for a moment…"
The honesty and sincerity in her voice trigger a shiver to run through his body and this time it is him who has to take a deep breath. "I… I know what you mean," he assures her and leans down to place a tender kiss on her mouth and then trails his lips to the other side of her face to dry her tears there as well.
Still intimately entangled, physically but emotionally even more so, they relish in each other's comfort. With soft touches and kisses they calm their hearts and emotions and only when Harvey is sure that they are both okay, does he finally roll off of her at last.
With a Kleenex from his bedside table, he makes quick work of cleaning both of them up, just so that they wouldn't have to move any further than really necessary. Dropping the white tissue into the bin by the bed, he then settles into Donna's side. She welcomes him with an open arm, and he doesn't have to be asked twice to find his favorite place. His head instantly nestles in the crook of her shoulder, while his arm wraps around her torso, each of them holding the other as close as possible.
"I love you, Donna," he whispers and sleepiness is already interlacing in his tone.
"I love you, too, Harvey," she replies and her breath is hot against his forehead, that she seconds later covers with her lips in a gentle kiss.
Harvey loves falling asleep with Donna in his arms, and nine nights out of ten that is the position they end up in. But being held by her like this, feeling her arms around him so tightly that it lets him know that he is as safe with her as he hopes she feels with him. That is a feeling he loves to fall asleep to just as much; ever since the second first night they had spent together.
The intensity and love from that night still reverberate through his bones, only that now they almost feel like a hollow memory compared to the deeply rooted emotions they had grown into over the last couple of months. It isn't just intensity and love anymore, but something so profound and everlasting, that he has yet to come up with the right word for it; while knowing full well that that word doesn't even exist.
It is in that moment that Donna places another kiss to his forehead, and even after pulling away, her lips linger only inches from his skin. The sensation wraps around Harvey like a heavy blanket, that is slowly but surely pulling him closer to the edge of unconsciousness. And while he doesn't want the moment to end, the knowledge that it's just another first of many more to come, is enough to finally let him give in.
Almost simultaneously sleep takes them both away, to that comforting place where they, more nights than not, meet again.
~ The End ~
A/N: Biggest thank yous go out to Nanna, Aimee and Emily who are truly the best betas a writer can wish for. Your help, support and love mean the world! You are my personal super heroes!
Thanks to everyone for reading this little fic and for your continued support! I couldn't do all of this withouth you *heartemoji* If you have another minute to spare, I would love to hear your thoughts. XO
Stay safe, everyone, and please stay home where the virus can't get you. We'll all make it through this craziness together! Love, Nat