Hey guys,
I've had this one on my computer for a while and kind of forgot about it. It's more Darvey fluff. Surprise, surprise.
I really wanted to post something that was more on the angst side, since my last three chapters have been complete fluff, but I still haven't been able to finish anything in a way that I feel is good enough to post. I've been working on a few different pre-canon chapters – some of which are mostly finished, but I've just been really struggling to figure out how to actually end them.
So, anyway, for now, this is what I have to offer – fluff from our favorite newlyweds!
I know it's shorter than my usual chapters, but hopefully everyone enjoys it.
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Harvey stirs as the sunshine dips into their bedroom, basking the room in light, and wrestling him from his dreams.
Eyes fluttering open, he's immediately confronted with her wild red hair, freckled skin, and the morning light reflecting off of the sapphire and diamonds in her ring.
It's a sight that puts an immediate smile on his lips – the ring of her finger, his wife tangled up in the bedsheets, looking so beautiful and content. It causes his whole heart to swell – happiness pulsing through him in ways he's still becoming accustomed with.
He doesn't even try to fall back asleep, enjoying the view too much as memories from the night before invade his thoughts, causing an involuntary grin to stretch across his face. It feels more like a dream than reality – something he wouldn't quite believe if it weren't for the proof sitting right on their left hands.
It's the look in her eyes that sticks with him – the love and joy twisted in her gaze as he got down on one knee, as he slipped his grandmother's ring on her finger, twirled her around the dance floor, carried her across the threshold of his condo, and as he made love to her all throughout the night.
He still can't believe he's responsible for that – that he can do that for her.
There's no greater accomplishment as far as he's concerned – nothing he's more proud of.
No longer able to restrain himself, he immediately tightens his grip on her body and pulls her closer, eliciting a happy sigh from her lips.
He's pretty sure he'll never be able to wipe this smile off his face.
"Morning," he whispers, his breath skimming her ear as his palm spreads across her abdomen. Unable to wait for her response, he's already pressing a few scattered kisses along her collarbone.
"Morning," she blissfully replies, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Gently tugging at her hip, he turns her body, wanting to get a kiss or two out of her. She rolls over willingly, a warm smile stretching across her lips as she does.
She isn't wearing a stitch of makeup and her copper locks are fanned out across the pillow, completely disheveled. It doesn't matter though, because the second he gets a look at those hazel eyes and that perfect smile, he feels his pulse skip.
For years, she's been taking his breath away, and this morning is more of the same – but, something about it just hits different knowing that he's looking at his wife.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulls her flush against his body, letting their legs tangle, his smile going nowhere fast.
"Hey," he greets her, the open affection in his gaze still causing a flutter in her chest.
"Hi," she grins as she reaches out to caress his cheek, her fingertips grazing his morning stubble. Giving himself a moment to lean into her touch, he waits until he can't possibly hold back any longer, finally moving in to steal a kiss.
It's quick and chaste, a few brushes of their lips to hold him over.
When he pulls back, her eyes remain closed, but a smile is flickering across her mouth and she looks happy – so happy. Once again, he feels the pride swirl inside him, still struggling to believe he can affect her like this.
"We got married last night," he announces when her eyelids start to flutter. He can hardly contain the megawatt smile that is engulfing his face, but he couldn't care less – he wants her to see it.
"I remember," she quips as her palm drops down to his bare chest, the gleam in his eyes making something stir inside of her. She still can't quite believe that they did it.
"How pissed do you think everyone is gonna be?" He wonders as his fingers dive into her fiery tresses, brushing them away from her face.
"Well… I've already received at least eighteen texts from Rachel, so… probably not too pleased," she chuckles, not looking especially concerned.
Harvey hmms in response before maneuvering his body, tucking her underneath him as he hovers on his forearms. "Is it wrong that I don't care?" He wonders, his mouth tugging at the corners.
The smile on her face grows, her eyes crinkling softly, and he finds himself mirroring it. "They'll get over it," she decides as her hands fall to his back.
He grins again, hard and bright, and she can't resist doing the same.
Looking down at her, his wife, all smiles and sass and beauty, he can't stop himself from leaning in real close and nipping at her bottom lip.
She takes no time to respond, her fingers sliding to the nape of his neck as she reciprocates with a soft flicker of tongue.
It's clear they're both ready for more, but he has more to say, and suddenly, he's pulling away just enough to force their lips apart. He watches as her eyes flutter open and she looks deep into his soul, a curious and adoring gaze.
"Best decision I ever made," he tells her, his nose brushing against hers.
She can't help but grin. She can't help but agree.
He can't help but kiss her.
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"God, it's gorgeous here," Donna declares as she slips out of the backseat, stretching her limbs while enthusiastically taking in her surroundings.
A bellhop is making his way towards them, but Harvey is too caught up in watching his wife as she closes her eyes, letting the sunlight hit her face as she breathes in the coastal air. The smile on her lips is immediately contagious and he can't help but beam as he's hit with a surge of pride.
The thrill of surprising her with this honeymoon still hasn't subsided and he doesn't expect it to happen anytime soon, especially given how enthused she's been since he shared the news.
It was the day after the wedding when the idea came to him – just popped into his head as he watched her sleep so peacefully in his arms after round number two. He ended up booking the trip that very afternoon, the impulse to whisk her away and make her smile so great he could hardly wait to put his plan into motion.
And the look on her face when he revealed his plan – it was everything he was hoping for and more.
Interrupting his reverie, he finds Donna suddenly by his side with a big, bright, grin plastered on her face, her body buzzing with excitement.
It's a sight he just loves to see.
Taking her hand, they follow the attendant carrying their luggage inside the hotel, arriving at the reception desk, and being greeted by a young brunette wearing a friendly smile.
Harvey gives her his name and she checks the computer before glancing back up at them, her smile widening. "Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Specter – welcome, and congratulations," she says, happily.
The greeting takes them both by surprise, causing them to exchange a quick glance. "Thank you," Harvey responds as a chuckle rolls off Donna's lips, clearly amused by the absurd grin on his face.
He can't help it – the simple reminder that they're married making it impossible to stifle his expression.
The receptionist summons their attention again as she hands them each their room keys before the bellhop leads them up to their room.
By the time they get inside their suite, Harvey can barely contain himself, impatiently waiting for the moment they'll be alone again. He keeps catching Donna's gaze from across the room and he can recognize that teasing expression anywhere – she knows exactly what he is waiting for and seems only entertained by his eagerness.
After what feels like an eternity, Harvey gives the man his tip and the two of them are finally alone. As soon as the door shuts behind him, Harvey doesn't waste a second marching right over to Donna, quickly tugging her close.
Without any preamble, he cups the back of her skull and kisses deep into her mouth, erasing every last bit of smugness from her face. As his hands go restless, touching everywhere he can reach, his mouth moves down the smooth column of her neck, leaving behind damp kisses on her skin.
"You liked that, huh?" Donna assumes, smiling at the realization.
"Hm?" Harvey hums against her collarbone.
"The receptionist – what she called us," she elaborates.
Pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, he's already got an adoring smile tracing his lips. "Yeah," he nods. "I liked it," he confirms, looking so affectionate and young, not even pretending otherwise.
A grin immediately lights up her lips, this familiar surge of joy washing over her. And this time, it's her that's pulling him in for a kiss – eagerly parting his lips, tasting and teasing, and committing the moment to memory.
Yeah, she liked it, too.
It's a while later that they are lying in the bedsheets – tangled limbs, thumping hearts, labored breathes, and a slight sheen of sweat between them.
Her hand is roaming his chest while his arm is thrown across her waist, his fingers fitting into the familiar notches of her spine as they let the quiet settle between them, basking in the closeness and the warmth of their bodies. Leaning in, he places a gentle kiss on her forehead and her heart swells from the attention.
As he settles back on his pillow, he reaches out and lets her red hair slip through his fingers. "Hey," he says, softly, encouraging her to meet his eyes.
"Hm?" She hums, lifting her chin.
"I know I said that I liked what the receptionist called us, but… you know, I'm not expecting you to change your name, right?" He asks her, a touch of concern filling his gaze. "I know what it means to you and I would never ask you to give that up," he assures her as he combs a lock of hair out of her face.
She's taken aback by his words, her breath getting caught in her throat, as she's overcome with emotion.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew," he explains, sensing her inability to speak.
All Donna can do is nod her head, unable to find the words to express what the gesture means to her.
All she knows is that it only makes her love him more.
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It's the first full morning of their honeymoon, and it's been a lazy one.
They've been awake for hours, but Donna only now just slid out of bed, much to Harvey's chagrin. If it were up to him, they would remained tangled up in the bedsheets all day long.
Still, he definitely doesn't mind the little show she's putting on – parading around the bedroom completely naked, giving him a full view of her freckled skin and perfect curves, as she digs through her luggage for her bathing suit.
"Aren't you going to get ready?" She questions, glancing at him over her shoulder and finding him propped up on an elbow, just watching her from the bed.
"I will," he assures her, his eyes set on her backside. "Right now, I'd much rather watch you," he declares, his dark eyes meeting hers.
He can spot the flush of her cheeks from across the room, but she plays it off well with a chuckle and light roll of her eyes before she resumes sifting through her suitcase.
Meanwhile, he continues to appreciate the perfection standing just a few feet away.
When she finally finds the swimsuit she's looking for, she makes a big show of putting it on, causing a groan to fall from his lips when she bends over further than she has to in order to step inside of it.
She has to stifle a giggle while he continues to be quite vocal of his appreciation, and she decides to make a little bet with herself – guessing how long he'll be able to stay away.
She's rather impressed with herself when it's barely another thirty seconds before he is jumping out of bed and crossing the room, getting his hands on her before she can even turn around.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He murmurs before starting to nip at her neck.
"Hm… I think I have some idea," she quips as she rolls her hips in response, brushing against his erection in such a delectable way. Continuing to tease, she elicits a groan from deep within his throat as his teeth sink into her skin a bit, turned on and possessive.
"You make me crazy," he tells her, the words muffled against her neck as his palms slide up along her rib cage.
She grins, and lets out a quiet giggle that turns breathless halfway through when Harvey adds some suction. He keeps it up until he coaxes a genuine moan from her lips, not even caring that it'll probably leave behind a mark.
It's possible that he might just have a thing for marking her up a bit.
Soon, he can't take it anymore and swiftly flips her around, pressing her up against the wall in less than a second.
When their eyes meet, there is a predatory gleam in his gaze, making her heart beat a little faster. He's silent for a moment, just watching her with those dark dark eyes, making her whole body heat up under that piercing stare.
Becoming impatient, he leans in for a deep searching kiss that sends her body arching. She makes a sound at him, so quiet it's mostly a vibration. He hmms in response, nipping at her tongue.
Somehow, he's able to move in even closer, pinning her to the wall and pressing his cock against her in just the right spot. At the same time, he goes after her neck again, sucking at her pulse point in a way she feels all the way to her toes.
The combination of sensations causes her breathing to pick up and it's driving him wild, the mixture of her labored breathes with those quiet little whimpers that delight his ears with each thrust.
As his hands continue to explore her body, he takes the initiative to untie her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor unceremoniously as he replaces the fabric with his own palm, cupping a breast and pulling a content sigh from her lips.
Lightly pinching her nipple, Donna whines, arching her back into him as Harvey pulls away from her neck to watch the effect of his ministrations.
And when he does, it's quite the sight – her eyes closed, flushed cheeks, chin tipped in the air, and her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip.
He can only watch for a little longer before he's overcome with desire and can't wait another second, letting his fingers wander down her body to untie the strings of her bottoms.
They both know as soon as the fabric hits the floor, their plans to go to the beach have been effectively quashed.
And yeah, they don't regret it for a second.
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