Hi! I've been thinking a lot about canon darvey recently, and I felt the need to write something not too angsty for a change.
Hope you enjoy :)
"You okay?" He whispers softly, fingertips drawing lazy patterns on her freckled back.
It's been less than a week since Harvey showed up at her door, since they went from something distant and bitter and cold to fire and warmth, to everything, within one night.
She's currently laying on top of him, naked in his bed, with her head resting against his chest. They're still sweaty and sticky and he can't stop touching her, desperate to map out her entire body while tracing the evidence of who they've become. There're freckles and moles and tiny scars he's never seen, and then there's the ones he laid eyes on a lifetime ago. But he's stuck on the fading bruises from their second night together when they got carried away, stumbling through her apartment and ripping each other's clothes off as if it was a matter of life and death.
They barely made it to the bedroom because hell, it was never just want, it was need, to feel the connection to each other and when Donna demanded more and harder and faster, he gave it to her. There was nothing soft or slow or quiet about their first rounds that night, but it was them, together, and after longing and yearning for just that, it was also relief, and most importantly, happiness.
Harvey thinks it should be a crime how many years they were stuck in the same endless loop of jealousy and denial and fear, never finding themselves on the same page. Like this, where they belong, openly and freely showing each other exactly how deep their love for one another runs. Harvey knows that he's mostly to blame for the delay, and while Donna keeps reassuring him that it's not his fault alone and that he should rather focus on what they've gained, there's still this part of him that's always gonna feel guilty for how long it took them to get here.
Donna then hums drowsily, her lack of response telling him that she's drifting away into sleep, and Harvey carefully shifts, moving them to their sides to ensure that his back won't kill him in the morning. He keeps her head secured under his chin, wanting her as physically close and near him as possible and Donna lets out a low sound of approval.
It takes his breath away all in once, the knowledge that this is real, that this is their life now, legs tangling together and it's not just some fantasy or another dream about what if's and maybes.
Harvey continues dancing his fingers along her spine, until Donna shivers and goosebumps arise under his touch. Reaching for the blankets, he feels a hand clasp his wrist, stopping his movement.
"Not cold." She mumbles, nestling her face back into the crook of his neck and brushing her nose against his skin there. He chuckles hoarsely and slightly shakes his head, this woman, and then she's tilting her chin and soft lips come in contact with his neck, tenderly kissing their way up to his jaw.
Harvey's suddenly not laughing anymore, the grip on her hip tightening and his voice rough as he speaks. "Thought we agreed we should get some sleep."
"Did we now?" Donna purrs, and then she's rolling him on top of her, instantly clinging to his body the same way he'd been holding onto hers earlier. There's something so intimate about feeling all of his weight above and against her, bodies pressed closely together and god, Donna's at peace, finally, after so long of wanting and wishing for this and them.
Harvey strokes her messy hair to the side, and yeah, he'll never get tired of watching her like this, lips red and swollen from their previous activities and her flushed cheeks. She looks carefree, happy even and he wants to give her everything, wants to make her laugh and bring her pleasure every day for the rest of his life, worship her and the beauty that is Donna Paulsen.
Smiling, he leans down to kiss her, but just as their lips are millimeters away from touching, a yawn unwillingly escapes her, and Harvey notices her eyelids falling closed.
Catching sight of her weary expressions, he slowly pulls back. "We should rest. You're exhausted, Donna."
Donna struggles to open her eyes again. "No. I want you." She stubbornly protests and when Harvey attempts to move off her, she keeps him locked in place, using the little strength she has left.
He smirks, puffing air out his lungs and he almost caves, because how could he not, when being with her feels like coming home. But Donna's eyes won't remain open for long and he realizes she's fighting a battle with herself to stay awake.
"You already have me, Donna. I'm yours." He teasingly assures her, getting a snort in response.
Harvey kisses her temple before he adds, "But right now you need sleep."
She's eventually forced to let him go, not managing to be as pervasive in her sleepy state. (He decides he'll make it up to her in the morning.) And as Harvey spoons her, their fingers intertwined and his breath warm against her marked neck, Donna thinks that maybe some rest isn't the worst thing in the world.
They've time later, she reminds herself. They've time.
"Night, Donna." She hears him whisper, the humorous tone from before having vanished completely, his voice thick with emotion.
Donna lightly squeezes his hand, showing him that it's okay. She's cried an embarrassing amount of times since they got together, the feeling of love and affection from the one person she's only ever truly desired it from, overwhelming her every sense.
They were worth the wait, he was worth the wait.
"I love you, Harvey." She breathes, and she's not quite familiar with how the words taste yet, not when they once made the world come crumbling down, but she needs him to hear it. And Harvey's beginning to learn that he wasn't the only one scared to love all these years. But their past is just a glimpse of who they are and now, tonight, when they feel each other's hearts beat for one another, nothing else matters.
He caresses her knuckles. "I love you, too."
Donna wakes up to kisses on her shoulder and a strong arm wrapt around her middle. She stretches and the loose blanket exposes her upper body to the hungry eyes behind her. He's on her in seconds, and Donna's giggles swiftly turn into moans.
"We're gonna be late. Again." She sighs as she settles on top of him, red curly hair falling over them like a curtain, and Harvey's big palms automatically land on her waist.
He shrugs. "So?"
"We've been late every day, Harvey." She groans, pretending it bothers her more than it actually does. If anything, their friends are thrilled they've worked their shit out, and it's not the end of the world if they arrive one hour late.
Harvey licks his lips. "Mhm, maybe we wouldn't be if you weren't so eager to sleep with me at three o'clock in the morning."
He's grinning like an idiot, clearly pleased with himself and his smug comment, and oh, Donna's so not gonna let him get away with that one. She grinds down on him, nails digging into his chest (she knows he's sensitive there, with all of his armor removed) and her actions sure have the desired effect, a deep groan leaving his throat and it spur her on.
"Shut up and finish what you started." She murmurs, nipping his earlobe between her teeth and it's definitely a dare.
Predictably, his hands starts roaming her body, pinching and sucking and biting until she's whimpering and whining on top of him. Harvey never backs down from a challenge after all, and Donna loves it when he takes control like this, because she also knows precisely how much he loves seeing her lose all her restraints. The sight never fails to mesmerize him, he's told her multiple times the past days, and it's a win for her either way.
He spins them around and attacks her neck, causing her to yelp by surprise. And Donna's never been a fan of hickeys or marks, but it's Harvey and they're each other's and god help her if she doesn't enjoy to know that it's as obvious and clear to the outside world.
So, a few months later when he slips a ring on her finger, the strangers who met in a bar fifteen years ago turning into husband and wife, Donna puts his last name next to hers.
Donna Paulsen-Specter.
Harvey's thinks he's the luckiest man in the world.
And he is.