Young and Beautiful

Prompt: donna loves lana del rey and harvey take her to lana's concert and he ask her to marry him while she sings young and beautiful Pleading face.

Harvey was exhausted. His shoulders ached, his legs throbbed, but the hours spent standing in the area, watching Lana Del Rey perform on stage were worth every discomfort. He'd offered to get Donna a private mantle to view her favorite artist—would have spared no expense to make his girlfriend happy—but she'd wanted to be down in the crowd having the full experience. An experience he was sure most people who entered a mosh pit didn't get. Anywhere she'd gone, the sea of bodies opened up to let her through while he'd trailed behind receiving glares for getting in their way. He was used to being the person other's treated like a rockstar. But it didn't bother him one bit that Donna garnered the same—sometimes more—attention in a crowded space. She'd stolen his interest the night they'd met, and he'd been hooked on her ever since, a smile lifting his lips as he glanced down at her head lolled against his shoulder.

She sensed him looking at her and shifted her focus from the passing lights outside the cab. "I had an amazing night." She returned his warm gaze. "Thank you, Harvey."

She didn't need to thank him, and he still had a plan to make sure their six-month anniversary stayed imprinted in her mind for years to come. "Night's not over yet."

He winked and Donna crinkled her nose, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm not sure how much more I have left in me."

"Is that so?" he asked, as he snaked his fingers up higher over her leg, feeling her shiver as he teased the bare skin above her knee.

"Mr. Specter," she admonished with a grin. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"That depends…" He dropped his lips closer to her ear. "Is it working?"

Her pulse skipped at the tickle of his breath. "You know it is," she whispered back, her body already humming with anticipation. In the time they'd been together she'd hadn't knocked back a single advance, and she wouldn't let a little tiredness rob her of ending the evening the way he was suggesting.

He pressed his lips to her temple and moved his hand to clasp her fingers, giving them a squeeze while they waited for the rest of the journey to pass by. If they were ten years younger, maybe he would have sought to be more daring, but he wasn't in any hurry to sate the need vibrating through him. He'd spent over a decade seducing women in clubs and cabs, had raced towards meaningless gratification, and then would scurry away, moving on to his next conquest.

Donna was different.

Not that long ago he was still living a fabricated existence. He'd truly believed he had everything; a senior role in a law firm, reacquainted family, friends who had stood by him no matter what. But there was an ache in his chest that he'd overlooked for years because the emptiness was so ingrained he thought the deep abyss was normal. He didn't know he was capable of loving with his entire being, that someone could love him back with the same devotion. Not until Samantha had made him realize he'd had that kind of love in his life all along, he'd just been afraid of accessing it. When he'd shown up at Donna's door, she'd welcomed his vulnerability in with a smirk, a silent communication that told him; he'd been an idiot, but she was going to forgive him anyway. She'd kissed him back, asked with her eyes if he was sure, and he'd proceeded to show her just how sure he was.

Tonight, the concert wasn't about grand gestures. The ride home wasn't about anything other than granting them a safe passage to his condo. He'd basked in every minute of the time they'd spent together, and when the cab dropped them at the curb, he clutched Donna's hand again, leading them up to his door.

"One second." He released her fingers and pulled out his phone, motioning for her to let them in. "I just need to send a quick message."

The timing seemed odd to her, but she didn't question why he couldn't wait, and followed his instruction, her eyes growing wide at the sea of candles flickering in his apartment. They were everywhere, reflected in his large bay windows, and she opened her mouth to voice her confusion, when her favorite song—one they'd danced to at the concert—flooded the surrounding space.

I've seen the world, done it all, had my cake now.

Diamonds, brilliant and Bel Air, now.

Hot summer nights, mid-July, when you and I were forever wild.

The crazy days, city lights.

The way you'd play with me like a child.

Her mouth hung open, but instead of making fun of her speechlessness, he grinned, and stored his phone away, reaching out his hand. "Dance with me."

Her questions were swallowed up by the tenderness in his gaze, and she slipped her fingers into his, letting him lead her through the maze of twinkling lights. The couches had been pushed aside, creating enough space to move freely, and her heart skipped as he drew her against his chest.

Will you still love me, when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my achin' soul?

I know you will, I know you will.

I know that you will.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

She gazed up into his proud, smug expression, and shook her head in awe of the romantic gesture. "How?"

"Where's the fun in telling," he teased, knowing he'd achieved the impossible. Never in a million years did he think he'd be able to pull off a surprise without her catching on, but here they were, and he motioned behind her with a wide smile. "You ready?"

Her lips curved up as she nodded, brushing the stray happy tears from her cheek as he twirled her under his arm.

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now.

Channeling angels in the new age, now.

Hot summer days, rock and roll, the way you'd play for me at your show.

And all the ways I got to know, your pretty face and electric soul.

He pulled her back, captivated by her bright, glistening gaze. She really was electric. The spark he'd needed to pick himself up whenever he'd faced a fight he couldn't win. She'd been his fire and passion, the constant of her being in his life giving it a deeper sense of meaning. She'd been his everything before he'd known the difference between frivolous happiness and true joy, and he grasped her waist with a squeeze as he swayed their bodies to the music floating around them.

Will you still love me, when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing

But my achin' soul?

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Donna sank her head under the nook of his chin, splaying her palms around his back as she clutched the fabric. She knew the entire song off by heart but the next verse was her favorite. Lyrics that always reminded her of Harvey—how they could spend an eternity together, and that still wouldn't be enough time.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please, let me bring my man.

When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in.

Father, tell me if you can.

All that grace, all that body, all that face, makes me wanna party.

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds.

Her grip tightened, the same way it had during the verse at the concert, and he smiled, brushing his lips against her hair. He wasn't planning on going anywhere, and when he recognized the song was coming to an end, he bent his head down, giving her a proper, lingering kiss.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

The music started to fade out, and she pushed on his chest with a teasing smile. "Will you?"

He could feed her a cheesy line, say that they could be a hundred years old, shuffling a dance, and the love in his heart would keep her young in his eyes forever. He could tell her how much being with her meant to him, how she'd saved him from himself in a thousand different ways, but words alone wouldn't do his happiness justice, and so he let her go, reaching into his pocket as he dropped down onto one knee.

She covered her quivering lip with her hand, more moisture pooling in her gaze as he smiled up at her

"I've loved you for fifteen years," he started, the speech unprepared, but he knew exactly what he wanted to say. "I loved you when the chips were up, when they were down… through all the laughs, heartache and tears. Maybe I didn't know it back then, but I've wanted to marry you since the first moment we met…"

A beat of silence filled the space as he picked himself up off the ground, wanting her to see the truth he'd kept hidden for so long.

"You're beautiful. You'll always be beautiful, and I'm never going to stop loving you. So what do you say?" He clasped her fingers with a grin. "Donna Roberta Paulsen, will you marry me?"

Air rushed into lungs as she blinked through her tears, her mouth curving just as widely as his beaming smile. "Yes, Harvey. Of course I'll marry you."

He slipped the ring onto her finger, and she promptly grabbed his face, kissing him as the weight of the new piece of jewelry settled around her heart. When she pulled back, the proud, mischievous twinkle in his gaze made her chest expand with even more love, and she answered his amusement with a curious smirk.

"Rachel?"

He grinned and shook his head.

That also excluded Mike, and her next guess was more hesitant. "Louis?"

He rolled his eyes, a clear no.

Her attention drifted around the candles once more, before they settled back on his face, and as always, she read straight through what he was trying to conceal. "You went to Gretchen."

"That woman is a vault." He beamed at her. There was no one who could have executed the plan with the same finesse as his former secretary, and he couldn't help but gloat. "I got you."

"Gretchen, got me," she argued, the point neither here nor there as she moved her arms around his neck. "But for the record…. you've always had me."

He clutched the small of her back, pulling her smile against his lips as he kissed her. It hadn't always felt that way, but it did now, and he couldn't wait until the first night they danced together as husband and wife. But for the moment, he wanted to make love to his fiancée, and he whispered the desire against her ear, unable to conceal his grin when she pushed him toward the bedroom.

Maybe an outsider wouldn't peg him as the type of person who made grand, romantic gestures, but Donna deserved everything, the entire package, and he was going to spend the rest of his life being the best husband he could be.