Wrap it up, old man. I know you can't go that long.
"He's such a douche," Harvey grumbles at the text from Mike while sucking on her neck. Donna giggles, pushing him away.
"C'mon, we have to go. We're already late."
Harvey doesn't move, nipping at her pulse point.
"Harvey," she tries again, arching her neck to seek his lips against her will.
"We have time." Her bra strap is pushed off her shoulder by his nose, breath tickling the tops of her breasts and she moans.
"I'm going to rock your world."
Then it clicks.
Donna leans back to frame his face in her hands, resting her forehead against his own.
"You aren't seriously taking that to heart, are you? Harvey," she whispers, "you have nothing to prove."
"Then let me prove it." His lips continue their journey across her face, back down between her breasts.
Donna rolls her eyes. Men.
She reaches forward to grab his phone of the coffee table in spite of his verbal protest.
"What are you doing?"
The camera captures the corner of Harvey's shoulder above her, deep red nails digging into his back and the closed curtains behind him.
Don't bother with the extra place settings.
Harvey raises his eyebrows.
"What was this about 'rocking my world'?" she jokes, running her toes up his leg.
He pounces and she laughs, full and throaty.
"Just so you know," he says into her stomach, "we're not leaving the bedroom tonight."
"Prove him wrong," she sighs, fisting her hands in his hair.
It's a win for her either way.