Okay, so after the results of my little poll in the last chapter, an overwhelming amount of people asked for this chapter first. I will still post the other one – it'll probably be the next chapter, but we'll see.
Anyway, I've pretty much been working on this for the last six months, since just after the finale. I was really struggling to get it to a place where I felt it was good enough to post and to be honest, I'm still not completely there, but I think if I continue to put this off, it'll never get posted. That being said, here is my version of Harvey and Donna's wedding night – just some random scenes that wouldn't leave my brain.
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As they pile into the backseat of the cab, they're both in a bit of a daze, still trying to digest everything that's happened.
The whole day has been an absolute whirlwind.
It all started with Louis's pre-wedding antics – the eight missed calls from him before nine o'clock and the never-ending telephone conversations full of his signature frenzied outbursts that continued right up until their arrival at the venue. Then, of course, there was the whole ordeal of Sheila's water breaking only seconds into the ceremony, forcing them to cut everything short and rush to the hospital while all of the guests awkwardly navigated a wedding reception with a missing bride or the groom.
And then, in the midst of all that was Harvey's impromptu proposal and a mad scramble to write their vows and find him a suitable wedding band before finally tying the knot.
Thinking about it now, it feels like a lifetime ago that he was waking her up with his lips tracing lazy patterns along her collarbone or zipping her up into the dress she wore as the exchanged their vows.
Thinking about it now, this morning feels like a whole lifetime ago – Harvey slowly pulling her from her dreams as his mouth traced lazy patterns along her collarbone. His warm hands sliding down her body, getting lower and lower, before Louis's incessant calls interrupt them at the most inopportune time.
She can hardly believe it was only this morning that she and Harvey were simply dating, and now – now, they are husband and wife.
Replaying the events of the day still leaves her absolutely bewildered. None of it feels real – like she should be waking up any minute now because it was all just a dream.
She has the sudden urge to pinch herself, but even her dreams couldn't be this perfect.
As the cab pulls into traffic, they're both smiling ear to ear – her left hand fitting perfectly into his while he slips an arm around her waist, keeping her close.
Neither one of them have bothered with their seat belts, unwilling to separate as they stay nestled together in the back seat of the cab, the glittering lights of the city looking even more beautiful, tonight.
Enjoying the rare quiet moment, they remain wrapped up in each other and completely captivated in the way he is toying with her ring. He's been utterly fixated on the item wrapped around her finger ever since he first put it there – she keeps catching him staring at it, felt the way he kept grazing it with his thumb while they were dancing and as they were saying their goodbyes.
And now, he hasn't stopped touching it since they got into the cab.
"So, tell me…" she hums, the beginnings of a smirk dancing across her lips. "Just how long had you been carrying this around for?" She wonders, gesturing towards the ring he recently slipped on her finger.
His eyes find hers in the dim light of the cab, his face warm and smiling, and seemingly enjoying the fact that he's been caught. "Since I found it inside the envelope," he easily confesses, his thumb grazing her finger as he momentarily glances back at the ring.
"You know… I could've sworn it was just this afternoon that you told me not to get any ideas about us getting married soon," she playfully reminds him, unable to control her expression. She truly can't do a single thing but grin right now – she's just too goddamn happy.
"Well," he begins, a chuckle building in his throat. "Needed to try and throw you off a bit," he explains as his smile shifts into something smug.
"Yeah, well… you definitely got me," she acknowledges with a bob of her head and a chuckle developing in her throat. "Never in a million years would I have guessed you'd propose to me at the reception," she concedes, her voice intertwined with amusement.
"You know I live to catch you off guard," he jokes, recalling her reaction when he got down on one knee – the wide eyes, sky-high brows, and beaming smile.
It's a reaction he likes to draw out of her as often as possible.
"But seriously…" he begins, a thoughtful expression overtaking his features. "The second I saw it, I knew I wanted it to be yours," he admits, responding to her questioning gaze. "I was just waiting for the right moment," he clarifies as he continues to absent-mindedly play with her ring, still in disbelief that it's actually on her finger.
Meanwhile, the statement hits somewhere deep in her chest, compelling her to lean in for a kiss – her palm finding the back of his neck and her lips catching his, extending the moment until they're forced to part for air.
With her hand sliding down his torso, they exchange a loving smile, as her copper locks slip through his fingers. He's just about to say something else when he finds her expression adjusting to one of incredulity and delight, and before he can even begin to ask, she says, "And you thought Louis's wedding was the right moment?"
Letting out a laugh, he shakes his head in response. "No… that definitely wasn't the plan," he assures her. "But, I don't know, I just… I couldn't wait any longer," he divulges, his eyes shining with adoration. "And you know, I did say I was gonna ask any way I wanted," he reminds her while aiming a silly grin in her direction.
"It's definitely not how I would've instructed you to ask," she quips, recalling their prior discussion, as she meets his eyes with a genuine smile. "But, it was still perfect," she maintains, while giving his hand a loving squeeze.
Looking utterly pleased, Harvey quickly leans in for another kiss and refuses to pull away until they're both entirely out of breath.
After taking a moment to suck in some oxygen, he reaches for her palm again and slides his thumb along the band, channeling her focus back to the ring. "It was my grandmother's, you know," he informs her, as they continue to stare at the large sapphire surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.
"Really?" She asks, her gaze returning to him. "The one that died while you were in high school?" She assumes, thinking back to a conversation they'd had many years ago.
"Yeah," he confirms, meeting her eyes with a nod. "She was married to my grandfather for over fifty years," he conveys, brushing her hair away from her face and behind her ear. "He died three weeks after my grandmother's funeral," he tells her, letting his fingers get momentarily lost in her hair. "My mom always said it was because he just couldn't bear to live without her," he recalls, his lips twitching upwards as he gets nostalgic.
"I remember," she nods, thinking back to that late night in his office, back when he was just an associate – the two of them drinking and getting sentimental. "You told me once that, if there was any part of you that hadn't fully written off the idea of marriage, it was because of them," she reminds him.
Nodding his head, a smile graces his lips as he continues to reminisce. "Growing up, it was so obvious how much they loved each other," he explains, reaching for her hand and interlocking their fingers. "They were always laughing – teasing each other… and she was always bossing him around… but he loved it," Harvey chuckles as his mind is flooded with memories. "Anyway, I feel like it's got to have some good juju," he adds, his smile illuminating his face.
"It does – I can tell," she agrees with a nod and a smile, wiggling her finger, as she stares down at the ring, admiring every detail. "It's beautiful… and I love it," she adds, a happy sigh leaving her lips as their eyes meet once again. "I'm never taking it off," she promises, her words bursting with that signature air of confidence
That gets a big grin out of him as he leans in to get at her mouth, letting the kiss last so much longer than they should when they're not alone.
But, in that moment, it's just too hard to care.
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"Seriously, though – did you see Louis's cousin hitting on Samantha?" Donna snickers as they stroll down the hallway towards Harvey's condo. "I swear, the man was seconds away from getting a swift kick in the balls," she exclaims, eliciting a chuckle from Harvey's lips while he digs through his pocket for his keys.
As he slides the key into the lock and pushes the door open, Donna moves to step inside, before Harvey's hand quickly wraps around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Glancing back at him, she's utterly confused to find his expectant gaze directed at her. "What?" She questions.
"Pretty sure there's a protocol for this situation," he declares with that sweeping Cheshire cat grin – the one she loves more than anything else.
"You're not serious," she accuses, fixing him with an incredulous stare.
"Of course, I'm serious," he maintains, taking a step closer, looking so young and happy and carefree.
"Harvey," she retorts, the warning rolling off her lips.
"It's tradition," he counters, still beaming back at her.
"One we are way too old for," she immediately points out.
"We're not old – we're newlyweds," he stresses, continuing to grin like a fool.
And well, she does love the sound of that, but still, she can't help but respond with, "You're definitely gonna hurt yourself," she counters, completely entertained by her husband's antics.
It's that silly smirk and those wild eyes – they get her every single time.
"And I really need you running on all cylinders, tonight," she adds, a flirtatious note wrapped around her tone as her palm lands on his chest and slowly slides down his lapel.
"Oh?" He asks. With the way she's looking at him, he just has to.
"I mean, it is our wedding night," she emphasizes, punctuating the point with two raised eyebrows. "And I'll have you know, I've got plans for you," she announces with a smirk and a slight wiggle of her brows. "Big plans."
"That so?" He replies, his eyes lighting up with intrigue.
"Yep," she nods. "I mean… now that we're married, it's socially acceptable to let you do all kinds of inappropriate shit to me," she teases, as they continue to banter in the hallway.
"Hmm… is that right?" He asks, bliss practically radiating from every inch of him as his dimples smile back at her.
"It is," she confirms, trying and failing to tame down her own reaction.
"So… the things you let me do to you before… you would call that… appropriate?" He challenges, biting back a grin.
"Well…" she considers. "Not exactly appropriate, but… it's nothing compared to what you'll get to do to me now," she sasses, giving him this look that never fails to make him crazy. "So, you better be up for it," she warns, a chuckle developing in her throat.
"Yeah, like anything could stop me from getting you out of this dress tonight," he quips, purposefully letting his eyes linger down her body, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand straight up.
"That's what I like to hear," she purrs.
He lets out a laugh, loving every second of their classic banter, before taking a step forward and closing the distance between them. "I'm not taking no for an answer," he declares, his voice so low and sexy, she probably would've given in, regardless. As it stands, though, he doesn't wait for a response and instead just swiftly picks her up off the ground and carries her across the threshold, bridal-style. Quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, she can't help but giggle his name, as he kicks the door closed and carries her towards the kitchen.
Carefully putting her down, he quickly leans in and pulls her close as they lose themselves in a passionate kiss. "I love you," he murmurs against her lips, causing her to break out in a smile.
"I love you, too," she says, uttering the words as soon as they part.
Wanting to just soak in the moment, he lets his forehead fall against hers as he grips her waist and breathes her in – her favorite Chloe perfume never smelling better as it tickles his nose. Her fingers land at the nape of his neck and she gently scratches, eliciting a hum from deep within his throat, as the two of them just stand in the middle of Harvey's condo.
They let a minute or so tick by before he places a few more kisses on her lips and then eventually pulls back, just enough to exchange a beaming smile.
She's so lost in him that it takes almost a full minute before she notices something out of place – something that wasn't there when they left earlier that afternoon.
"Where did that come from?" She wonders, gesturing towards the bottle of champagne chilling on the kitchen counter, behind him.
"I asked the doorman to bring it up, so it'd be ready for us when we got home," Harvey smiles, clearly proud of the forethought.
"Well, in that case…" Donna begins, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Would you mind pouring your wife a glass of champagne?" She questions, purposefully batting her eyelashes at him.
The second the words leave her mouth, a giant grin brightens his face. Donna calling herself his wife – it makes his heart do a funny thing.
"I will get my wife anything she wants," he informs her with a flash of his dimples.
"Hmm… good to know," she flirts, admiring her husband as he pours them each a glass. Her husband. It's completely blowing her mind, just thinking about it.
This morning, she thought she'd be watching one of her best friends get married, and now, she and Harvey are married, too.
It all happened so suddenly that she hardly knows what to think – she's still struggling to reconcile it all in her brain.
She just – she never let herself imagine this, is the thing.
Even after they got together, she didn't dare to think that marriage would be something he'd want, always nervous about getting her hopes up.
As long as she got forever, she didn't think she needed the piece of paper.
Although, just a few hours in and she already knows that she's going to really like having it.
"Here you go, wife," he says with a grin – he can't even say the word without his whole face breaking out into an absurd smile.
And yeah, she's got the exact same problem as she takes the champagne and then tilts the glass towards his, indicating that she wants to cheers.
"To us," she declares as the glasses clink together.
"To us," he repeats before they both take a sip.
He gulps down almost half the glass before placing it on the counter and moving towards her, his hands finding their natural spot at her waist, as he leans in. After putting her drink down next to his, she lets her arms wind around his neck and smiles up at him.
"Ready to get me out of this dress?" She wonders, challenging him with the raise of her eyebrow.
He shakes his head at her, helpless, as his hands start to wander. "You have no idea," he retorts, using that dangerously low tone of voice.
As her lips tug at the corners, she slides her palm down his chest, reaching out for his hand and leading him towards the bedroom.
He doesn't even hesitate – he'll follow her anywhere.
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The short trip to the bedroom takes much longer than it should with them repeatedly getting distracted with kisses, struggling to part long enough to fumble with buttons and hooks and zippers.
Eventually, they make it to the bed, leaving just a small trail of clothing in their wake. Donna's only removed her heels and pantyhose while Harvey has only lost his tuxedo jacket and shoes.
Donna busies herself with unbuckling his belt while Harvey is too transfixed by just watching her. He wants her naked like he wants to breathe, but first, he just needs a moment. Reaching out, he frames her face with his hands, holding her there and never wanting to let her go, as a wave of emotion strikes him. She gives him a questioning look, her hands stilling on his belt, as she soaks in the way he's gazing at her.
It's a look she will never ever tire of.
"Thank you," he says, his dreamy eyes bouncing all over her face, like he just can't decide where to look.
"For what?" She wonders, her expression full of curiosity.
"For saying yes… for marrying me," he tells her, his lips painted with a loving smile. "For putting up with me all these years," he continues before pausing to thread his fingers through her hair. "For being the absolute best thing that's ever happened to me," he adds, sounding a little overwhelmed by it all.
"Harvey…" she says, already getting emotional. She still can't believe that they're actually here – that he's her husband.
She can't imagine ever not being completely blown away by that fact.
"I love you so much," he interrupts, swiping a thumb down her cheek as his fingertips land on the back of her neck.
"I love you, too," she promises, her lips bending into a big, bright smile. "So much," she declares, before standing on her toes to get at his mouth.
Of course, he gives in right away, meeting her in the middle as his palm migrates down her back, getting real low, before he pulls her flush against him. It takes almost nothing to coax his mouth open and soon, their tongues begin to tangle as his hands explore her body, his palms following her curves, skimming over the sides of her breasts.
Donna hmms from the attention, and soon feels his grin spread across his mouth, always so keen on getting those noises out of her. She can't help but snicker, immediately forcing his retaliation when he playfully nips at her tongue.
It continues just like, their typical back and forth, until he has to break away, his eyes finding hers as their foreheads touch, each of them slightly out of breath.
"Okay, you really need to get me out of this dress," she demands, breathless and desperate.
"Yeah," he huffs, trying to suck in some air, still in a bit of a daze. His fingers eventually locate the hook and eye and then the zipper, as he takes a small step back to look at her one last time, in the dress she wore when they got married, needing to lock the image in his memory.
He'll admit that, after finding his grandmother's ring in the envelope from his mother, he spent the next several days letting his mind wander a bit. He mostly just imagined the look on her face when he proposed – the big, bright smile and the shock in her eyes. But, late at night, while he watched her sleep right beside him, he may have thought about some other things, too – their honeymoon and her walking down the aisle.
And yeah, this is not at all what he envisioned, but she looks absolutely perfect, nonetheless.
"Harvey," she remarks, getting impatient, when his hand stalls on her zipper.
"Sorry," he apologizes, a chuckle escaping his lips, as he starts to pulls at the zipper, letting his fingers graze her smooth skin. "You just… you really are beautiful in this," he compliments, an affectionate smile glazing his lips.
When their eyes meet, he finds her completely beaming back at him, and the sight does something serious to his insides. He doesn't even know how to describe the way he feels right now. It's all just so surreal – that they're married, that he gets to be with her forever, that she's his wife. He doesn't know how it could ever get better than this.
But, being with her – he knows that it will.
"Well, you know how I feel about you in a suit," she flirts, practically purring the words as she plucks at his collarbone a bit. "But, you in a tux… is really fucking hot," she declares, her eyes darkening as she savors the view, as disheveled as it may be.
If possible, his grin grows ten-fold from her words, and he just has to kiss her.
It's so damn easy to get carried away, and suddenly, he's kissing her like he just can't stop.
But, of course, she doesn't let him get distracted for long.
"Okay, seriously, Harvey – the dress," she urges him, gently pushing at his chest, chuckling at his continuous distractions.
Letting out a laugh, he slides the zipper the rest of the way down, letting the dress ceremoniously fall to the floor. He wastes no time in letting his eyes slowly rake over her body, taking in every single inch of her as if it's all completely new.
And in some way, it is – the first time he's seeing her this way as his wife. It's a mind fuck if there ever was one.
He's unhurried, his hands and his gaze gradually inching down her body and savoring the perfection in front of him.
Her skin is as soft as it's ever been, his palms caressing and appreciating every inch within reach.
And then, there's the soft peach color of her strapless bra and panties, which pairs so beautifully with her porcelain skin and copper freckles – the sight alone causing his breath to momentarily get caught in his throat.
Meanwhile, Donna just stands there, her lips curving into a smile, completely enthralled in the way he's looking at her. Those dark eyes of his – they always make her feel so beautiful and wanted and loved.
And lucky – so goddamn lucky.
As her insides start to heat up in anticipation, she can't wait any longer and quickly goes to finish unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the fabric over his shoulders and allowing it to join her dress on the ground.
The movement seems to pull him from his trance, causing him to lean in and place a few scattered kisses down her neck as she unbuckles his belt and works to remove his pants. Only a few moments later, they're standing there wearing nothing but underwear.
With her hands exploring his upper body, he focuses on her curves, his fingers roaming her sides before tracing her spine and finally settling low on her back. Meanwhile, they can't take their eyes off each other, just relishing the moment, before his impatience eventually wins out. Scooping her up, Harvey carries her the couple steps to the bed and gently places her on the mattress. Within seconds, he's crawling up her body, placing kissing sporadically as he makes his way up.
"God, my wife is sexy as hell," he murmurs while nipping at her throat.
And wow, does he love calling her that – he's gotten a serious thrill every time it's slipped from his mouth.
"So is my husband," she happily declares.
As soon as the word rolls off her tongue, he is pulling away and catching her gaze. The look on his face is one of absolute awe as he struggles to form a coherent response.
It's not as if it's a new realization, but actually hearing her say it for the first time, it makes his chest swell and his pulse skip. .
"We're married," he proclaims, just feeling the need to say the words out loud. In all honesty, he's still struggling to believe that this is his reality – that he gets to be with her forever.
Sometimes, it just doesn't seem fair that he gets to be this happy.
"I know," she says with an emerging chuckle. "Any regrets?" She jokes, the humor shimmering in her eyes.
"Only that we didn't do it sooner," he responds, a seriousness washing over him. "What about you? You happy?" He inquires, just wanting to be sure.
"So happy," she promises, overwhelming him with all of the love and affection flickering in her gaze. He truly has no idea what he ever did to deserve her – he's fairly certain he'll never figure it out.
"Me too," he tells her, practically blinding her with his smile.
The truth is, he's never been happier.
And somehow, it's only just the beginning.
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It's nearing midnight and the they are still tangled in the bedsheets and each other – the moonlight shining through the windows and bathing the room in a lovely glow.
He's hovering over her, his fingers toying with the strands of her hair fanned across the pillow, giving her an occasional glimpse of his wedding band as he gazes at her so tenderly.
The look in his eyes – the mixture of astonishment, adoration, and deep deep love. It's making her warm all over and causing her heartrate to climb.
She just loves when he gets like this – the affection in his gaze and the warmth in his touch.
It's something she never could've fathomed a short six months ago, but in the time they've been together, it's become as familiar as every other part of him.
As the minutes tick by, he continues to watch her, neither one of them feeling the need to speak as they marinate in the comfortable silence. It's not until his fingers graze against her cheek that she catches another peek at his wedding ring, it's reflection in the moonlight grabbing her attention, prompting her to reach out for it and brush her thumb across the cool metal band.
She smiles and he smiles back, both remembering how he spent the entire cab ride to and from the hospital, fixating on her wedding ring.
The expression on his face, it was like he was in awe. And yeah, she completely understood – seeing him with his ring on, it does something to her, too.
It's what it represents – his promise to her, their future together, their commitment. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.
He just watches as she continues to toy with it, completely entranced by her actions, a soft smile growing on his lips.
"Wedding ring looks good on you," she tells him, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, her eyes already sparkling with delight.
"Oh yeah?" He replies, a chuckle vibrating in his chest. "You think so?"
"Mhm," she nods, her eyelashes fluttering. "I think marriage agrees with you," she declares, her playful tone matching the smirk she's wearing.
"Hmm… I think you may be right about that," he murmurs as he leans in real close, nibbles at her bottom lip, and lets her feel his face breaking out into a grin.
When he tries to pull away, she refuses to let him go. Instead, she deepens the kiss, purposefully licking into his mouth and chasing after his tongue. Of course, he's happy to oblige, losing a hand in her hair and cupping the back of her head to keep her close.
It's when she starts to rock her hips that he knows they're back in business.
When they finally have to part, moments later, she opens her eyes to find Harvey beaming back at her. The look on his face – it makes her warm all over.
"Wedding ring really does it for you, huh?" He teases, his face lit up in a big, bright grin.
"It really does," she happily admits, before silencing her with his mouth, brushing a handful of soft kisses on her lips.
When he pulls back, a seriousness has settled between them, his eyes fixed on her, never wavering, as he absent-mindedly twirls a lock of hair around his finger. She's content to let him look, one hand sliding down his back, appreciating each and every one of his muscles, while the other lands on the nape of his neck, her fingertips toying with the hair at the base of his skull.
They stay quiet for a little while longer, enjoying the silence and each other. But, eventually, he's been watching her for far too long, and the recognition that he clearly has something on his mind prompts her to speak.
"What is it?" She asks, the question just above a whisper as she tilts her head in curiosity.
"Nothing," he shrugs, with a smile sweeping across his face. "I just… love you," he tells her as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "I love being married to you," he adds, his smile growing exponentially.
Her face lights up at the words, the affection building in her chest, feeling like she might just burst. "We've only been married for four hours," she reminds him after a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand, a grin illuminating her face.
"I know, but it's been the best four hours of my life," he declares, radiating pure bliss as he smiles back at her.
Looking up at her husband and taking in that boyish grin, she truly can't believe how happy she is.
"Me too," she agrees, her eyes shining with emotion as her hand brushes lightly against his jaw.
Closing his eyes, he momentarily leans into her touch, exhaling a breath and savoring this moment – their wedding night.
He truly can't believe that this is his life – that she's his and he's hers – that he gets to spend forever with her like this.
He can't believe it took him this long to marry her – that he wasted so many years not being with her.
One thing he knows for sure, though – he's not wasting another second.
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I know this was a fluff overload, but given the scary times we are living in right now, I think fluff is what we need. Here's hoping it was enjoyable.
Also, I hope everyone is staying safe out there! I actually just got over covid-19 about a week ago, and as someone whose had it, I can tell you, you do NOT want to get it. I'm healthy and in my 20's, and it was still AWFUL. And I didn't even get it that bad, compared to a lot of others. I was just extremely exhausted, had this burning feeling in my lungs, and had a lot of trouble breathing for basically twelve days. I also had on and off chills, aches, fever, sore throat, headache, and loss of taste.
It was NOT fun. And luckily, I was completely fine after about two and a half weeks, but there are lots of others who will not be so lucky – even young and seemingly healthy people!
So, PLEASE, stay home!
One other thing – because, I was sick pretty early on, I'm on day 23 of quarantine, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate the plethora of fics that have been coming out. If it wasn't for that and Tiger King (if you haven't seen it, you NEED to!), I would be going out of my mind.
Hopefully everyone keeps it up. And I will try my hardest to do my part as well.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling – please don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback always means the world to me!
