"Harvey," Donna nearly whines, sitting up in bed with momentous effort, "take me outside."
He sighs, bites the inside of his cheek and prepares for a fight. "Donna, what does '24-hour bed rest' mean to you?"
"It means, 'my husband is going to cater to my every whim.'"
"Ha, ha."
"Harvey, please. I just want to sit outside."
"You shouldn't be walking." It pains him to say no to her, it does, but he can't bear the thought of risking anything about this pregnancy. He rounds the bed and sits, hoping to placate her. "I can open a window for you."
Donna clasps his fingers in hers and smiles sweetly. "Harvey," she purrs, and he's almost fooled. Almost. Nine months with their little girl inside her and he knows what that tone of voice means.
"You take me outside or I'm chopping your balls off."
He would laugh if she wasn't so damn serious.
"Donna. I can't." His voice breaks on the last word.
"Well," she groans, stretches her arms over her head. "Then I guess we're having sex."
Harvey blinks at the sudden change of subject.
"Wait — what?"
"I can't leave this bed, I'm horny, and we need something to do. Come on." She nestles back against the pillows and unceremoniously spreads her legs. "Just give it to me."
Harvey scoffs. "Yeah, that's romantic."
Donna rolls her eyes. "Will you just get up here?"
He's hesitant even as he straddles her, eyeing her bulbous stomach with worry.
"I don't know, Donna. What if..."
His tentative demeanor doesn't go unnoticed. "Harvey." She cups his chin. "You are not going to hurt us. I promise."
He fiddles absently with her earlobe, still not convinced.
"Hey." Lithe hands caress his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck. "I know. I'm scared, too. But there is nothing that says we can't do this." She pauses, pursing her lips. "Maybe she'll recognize it, see how eager we are and just pop right out."
A chuckle escapes him. Donna smiles wider, stroking his brow.
"You could never hurt us," she tells him solemnly, knowingly.
He catches her gaze and she nods with fervor. Then his knuckle dips between her swollen folds, letting molten heat escape and the pretty sigh she breathes out is enough for him to keep going.
He carefully draws the robe off her shoulders to expose her heavy breasts; they're bigger than they've ever been and Donna's were perfect to begin with, but he's still a man and it does things to him. They spill out of his hands and he caresses the soft flesh, her nipples poking against his palms.
Donna's quiet grunts and tugs to his hair bring him back to reality, and he doesn't quite know how long he spent lavishing her chest with attention - her breasts are bright red and oh, there's a bite mark he's sure will turn into a bruise. He grimaces, knowing how tender she is right now and hoping he didn't overdo it.
He's almost shocked at how hard he is, cock throbbing in her grip while she pumps with just enough pressure to drive him into oblivion. Donna is dripping, guiding him between her bent knees and god, she's rubbing him on her clit and it feels so goddamn good that he seeks her entrance and plunges inside.
The moment is broken; the impact elicits a sharp gasp from Donna and he instantly recoils, burning with shame at the notion he'd hurt her after all.
"No no no no," she breathes, turning his cheek back to face her from where he'd turned away, jaw locked and eyes blurry.
"Keep going. I'm fine. Please, Harvey, fuck..."
He cradles her face, kisses her warmly before trying again.
"Just —" her breath hitches, removes his hands from their usual place on her breasts. "Not here. Hurts." He nods, concentration evident in the furrow of his brow.
Donna guides his hips until she's gasping for a different reason and then he allows himself to move again, tenderly and oh-so-slowly.
It feels fucking fantastic, her clenching around him and her hair fanned out under him and her stomach bumping his chest. He removes a hand from where he's fisting the sheets and places it gingerly on her belly, feels their baby squirming around and it's something entirely magical. They made life. And he can feel it, beneath his fingertips while they're joined in the most intimate way.
Her eyes shine and they're wearing matching grins, she's naked and sweaty and gorgeous, their hips grind and their legs lock and she comes undone first, surprisingly, gently and drawn out, eyes closed and mouth slack.
He follows as soon as she squeezes the hand that's still cradling her stomach, and Harvey thinks this is the closest anyone can get to floating.
