She's barely made it out of the shower before he attacks her, settles himself above her nearly naked form on the mattress.

"Harvey," she whines while his lips tug on the towel to pry it loose.

"Donna," he parrots back.

"We have the — thing," she points out, voice ragged, though at this particular moment she's not sure what the thing is.

Harvey licks a stray bead of water from where it trickles down the side of her breast.

"Five minutes."

An eyebrow arches.

"Fine. Ten minutes."

Donna smirks, squeezing his ass. "There you go."

"There I go," he says roughly, stroking himself against her thigh, and her body jolts in anticipation.

She hums, contemplating, before replacing his hand with both of her own.

"Let me."

Wide-eyed, mouth parted, droplets of water hugging his hips and his cock straining towards her, Donna is sure that there is nothing more beautiful.

Her thumb caresses the underside of his shaft, finding a pleasurable rhythm before making a fist and stroking up his full length.

(He likes that. She knows he likes that. She knows it drives him fucking insane.)

A heavy, exaggerated sigh leaves her lips. "I just got clean."

"Guess —" he sucks in a breath, nearly choking on air as she does that thing with her thumbnail, flicking right under the head. "Guess you'll just have to shower again."

She pretends to think it over. "In that case..."

Stretching languorously, she tilts her head back, hair fanning out from under her.

"Come," Donna commands, and his cock throbs in her hand.

"You —" He balks at her, still hazy from her dexterous fingers.

She sits up again to spit, saliva coating the tip and she swirls it there before gliding it over every inch, pumping hard.

Falling back on the bed, she releases his shaft to fondle his balls.

"Come." She taps her lips with her forefinger, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "For me."

His eyes are black and his cock shines in the low light, rigid and wanting and resting on his abdomen and he grips hard, pumps even harder and the slick sound of skin on skin sends her into oblivion.

Harvey's strokes are short and fast, rubbing hard enough to chafe; he's red and swollen and he's biting his lip and the fingers from his other hand are digging into her scalp, and he's so close —

"Come for me, Harvey."

He spurts and it hits her lips, warm and silky, and her tongue darts out to taste before she's hit again and again with his hot semen. It pools on her lips, her cheeks, and she smiles and blinks and scrunches up her nose at the sensation of it dripping down her chin.

Harvey rubs himself through the aftershocks, eyes roving across her face. She sits up on her knees to kiss the tip, takes it in her mouth to suck the last drops out of him.

"You're not showering with me this time," Donna tells him firmly as she pulls away, climbing off the mattress and padding towards the bathroom. "We really have to go."

She glances over her shoulder only to be met with his dopey grin, sprawled out in all his manly glory, and she throws his pants at him.

"Get dressed."

He starts to get up. "You sure you don't need —"

"Harvey."

"Okay, okay." He's still smiling, the smug idiot, but she really, really can't blame him.

Even with that second shower, she can still taste him all night long.

Unbeta'd, so my apologies - this came to me so quickly tonight. Also, thank you Isa (adarveystory) for the prompt, hope this does it justice!