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breakfast (m-rated)
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"Maybe I am the best man for the job," Harvey says, dopey smirk taking his lips.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're the best man for any job," She retorts, eyebrow lifting in confirmation. "And I love you."
"Thanks," he responds back, hand pulling into a fist to cover his coughed out, "I love you too."
"You're an idiot," she says back with an eye roll, hiding her laugh behind her coffee mug which is becoming even harder when he shoots her that big idiot grin of his that she just wants to smack off his face (or kiss off).
He just stands there grinning at her and she decides if he's going to tease her she's going to give him something to grin about.
She places her mug down on the counter and saunters on over to him, presses her lips to his, immediately deepening it when she feels him respond. After moments, her tongue caresses his top lip and she seeks entrance and as soon as his hands hit her waist and start to roam she knows she has him. Then she hits her knees right there in the kitchen.
"Donna," he groans out, "What are you doing?" he asks, feeling her hands hit his zipper.
"I made you breakfast for the road, but I'm still hungry," she grounds out, hands reaching in for him. As soon as she makes contact with his member, his head rolls back, eyes to the ceiling and he feels her smug smirk trace the length and width of him.
Damn, he really is going to miss her.
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