Harvey never felt like he needed to be looked out for. It's not a gender related thing, not really. It's not because he thinks it's his instincts to be the strong one or that he should always be the one that takes care of the other just because he's a man. He doesn't believe in all that, in fact, he didn't even give that enough thought, he's always felt equal to Donna, even way before they got together. He always felt that they're both as strong and as vulnerable, and they'd always complete each other in every way.

It's just that he's never had the chance to be openly loved. He knew Donna loves him, now more than ever, and she never fails to communicate that, but there's something about being in Donna's arms, just feeling her skin against his, and letting her openly take care of him that makes him feel like he never let himself (or was allowed) to feel and be this way.

At first, he was like any other child, innocently happy and open to love. He loved his mom and dad more than anything, took their affection and care and felt like he was the most special child, like everyone that young felt like. But then dad started to go on more and more tours, seeing him on special occasions and feeling that he needed to be strong for him to keep on working on the road. And then mom started to fool around, and until very recently, he thought she just didn't give a thing about him, never looked at it from her side (and how was he supposed to do that being that young and confused, really?) and he just believed from his heart that she really didn't love him enough to put him first. From a young age, he learned how to bottle emotion instead of communicating it, learned to believe that no one ever cared for him just so that he can change all the remorse into anger, a fuel to make him move on.

And so, he learned to build up a wall from steel and never believed that another person could come along and make him reconnect with his vulnerable side, but then came Donna, and everything just changed.

And into her embrace, he found the love he never thought he'd ever receive. With her gentle touch, and soft pecks and little hushed words. Into the sweet darkness of the night, against her naked body, and feeling her against every part of his, she held her hand towards his heart and slowly but surely, started to piece it together.

Harvey is not a soft kind of guy, but now, two months into their new relationship, he's laying with the person he loves the most in the comfort of their bed, a million New York skyline lights peaking through their window, he's pressing his cheek to her chest, feeling her slim fingers trace his jaws, his eyebrows and his moles and letting the sound of Donna's voice spread warmth to his chest with her little words of love, her love for him, and how a good and caring man he is.

"Let's change sides," he hears her whisper after a long silence and without a question, he just rolls on the bed until he's on his back and she curls into him, her right leg between his and wraps her left arm around his head, playing with his soft hair.

She holds eye contact with him, her hands wandering everywhere across his body. He thinks that it should feel weird, but he can't but hold his eyes with hers, and he thinks he should say something, but can't but feel. Just feel her everywhere, around his skin and inside his soul, like a warm blanket that wraps him up into the safest feeling. The thought makes him smile, and he sees how her eyes light up. He holds his head slightly up and kisses her lips, and she looks at him again, and kisses him again, locking their mouths for a good minute, just feeling their lips against each other, while her hand keeps on roaming his skin until she darts it south, feeling the velvety skin of his shrunk penis. She caresses his balls and feels the effect she has on him right against her mouth that's still pressed to his, his throaty little groan making her want to make him feel good. He leaves consecutive pecks on her lips while she keeps on her ministrations, feeling him harden more and more as she palms him and locks eyes with him again. It's a very good feeling, and kinda new too. They've done slow sex and rough sex and everything in between. She has dropped to her knees for him in many occasions, and he always went down on her and they made love and kinky stuff as well, but this right here, he doesn't think he's ever done it with any woman, and it makes him feel so good because this is with her and this is different.

Random kisses and innocent touches and being hard but acting on it isn't a priority is different. Having Donna like this, on a regular Wednesday night rubbing his dick while she presses her head on his chest and he languidly caresses her back and hair and just be is different. And it's the best feeling in the world.

He brings her face to his occasionally and presses little kisses all over, and she does something with her fingers that get him whimper mid kiss, so she smiles

"The head is a little sensitive," he mumbles.

"You like it?"

"Yeah," he sighs so she does it again, and kisses his mouth while he moans.

He doesn't come. She keeps on stroking him, and it's agonizingly slow but he doesn't come. He just keeps on sliding his right hand across her arm and her ear, and enjoys the moment.

It's all too slow. Sometime after she got him to the brink and then paused to let him come back, he rolled them over to their first position, with her on her back and him towering over her, and silently he opened her legs, and dipped his hand between her thighs. It's all exploratory, and driven by emotion. He keeps on kissing her cheek and ear, and slides his middle finger between her bottom lips. It makes her shiver. He holds her cheek with that same hand, and she doesn't know why but it feels so intimate, and she turns her head to capture his fore and middle fingers and sucks on them, sliding her tongue across the pads.

"Are they wet?" he whispers

She hums so he drags them back against her clit, imitating a circular movement until she closes her eyes from pleasure, and he kisses her.

She rolls on her left side, her back against his chest and pushes against his groin. She likes him touching her like he was, but she wants to feel his fingers with this position.

"Do you want to, now?"

"Not yet. Need a little more."

He loves how vocal they are about their needs in bed, it's one of the best things they built since day one, and he finds it mature but more importantly, very useful and satisfying. He used to think that they'd be knowing each other by heart in the bedroom, but after a week into it, they started to express what they really want, and he discovered that it's not only the right thing to do, but also so very sexy.

So he dips his fingers between her lips and shallowly ruts until she's dripping, and he presses on her clit and she moans, this time more loudly than the other times.

"Are you ready for my cock?"

"Yeah," she all but breathes, mouth ajar, and she feels his head push a little inside, she feels his hand on her hip bone, and sometimes rubbing her buttock, until he's all the way inside. He stands still, leaving open mouth kisses on her neck and that spot beneath her ear, but then she mewls uncontrollably so he starts thrusting in and out.

It's very hot, slow until it's rough, and she enjoys it so much. How deep he hits and how filled by him she feels. She moans, feeling gone at the friction against her walls. And then he comes, a breast in his hand and mouth sucking on her shoulder, and she enjoys it all the same, but she doesn't orgasm and it's okay. And then he slips out, even though she tells him to stay because she wants to enjoy him holding her and feeling him all around. But he rolls her and opens her to him and sucks on her fluids and his semen until she screams his name.

Physically and emotionally spent, they curl around each other, and he watches her until she falls into slumber, watches how relaxed her forehead is, and how he's not sure if she's got the shadow of a smile on her face or he's just imagining it. He thinks about how far he had come, how he's a changed man even though he feels the same. He admires the woman that believed in his goodness when he was sure he's got none, and was the sole reason why he's now a much better man. He thinks about his mother, and his childhood, and how he thought he'd never feel good again, and while he watches her sleep, in a state between reality and unconsciousness himself, he believes that only her could save him, and she did.

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