Drunk On Your Lips

It takes her by surprise that he managed to throw himself on their bed without her help. She pauses by the end of it as she takes in Harvey's current state: sprawled across the mattress, still in his office attire sans tie, eyes fighting to stay open and remain on her figure, terribly failing to maintain his signature grin. He was clearly inebriated and incapable of doing anything more tonight.

She shakes her head before walking to the closet and grabbing him a set of more comfortable clothes. Crawling to his side, she pulls him up by the arm and proceeds with her task of helping him change; that is, if staring right through her— grinning like he's living out some kind of dream with this breathtaking sight set in front of him— can even be considered as doing his part.

For a second Donna's grateful for his half-dazed state as she feels her cheeks turning red, no doubt due to the overwhelming adoration radiating from his gaze. Few weeks into their new normal and she's still getting used to this unguarded side of her boss turned best friend turned everything complicated and now boyfriend.

Just as she was about to leave the bed and change on her own, she feels a gentle tug on her wrist causing her to turn back to him, in no time melting at the taste of his lips capturing hers in one swift motion. It's slow, less purposeful but as equally loving as their usual.

She has no idea who moved who but next thing Donna knows he's hovering over her, careful not to put too much weight, while she's trapped between him and the mattress.

It takes all her remaining strength from that night to not give in just yet.

"Harvey…" she tries to escape his endless attack on her lips, lightly pushing his arms to loosen their grip on her waist. All efforts to no avail.

His lips travelled from that of her own to every corner of her face, to behind her ear, and down to her neck. Never daring to go beneath those points. She realizes the man doesn't even notice (or simply doesn't care) that she's still completely dressed; jewelry and make-up untouched.

"Don't you think I'm wearing too much clothes right now?"

Harvey only shakes his head and doesn't even leave that spot of her neck... "Just want to kiss you all night," he mumbles instead between sloppy kisses.

Donna takes a moment to chance a glance at him and she lets out a laugh, then. Seeing his eyes firmly closed, completely lost and carefree. He's shamelessly taking all the time in the world where the only one that matters to him is her. She's not sure if the moisture that's now making her eyes sting is brought along by her giggles, or just the sheer happiness that's almost making her heart burst as it dawns on her, not for the first time, that this is their life now.

She eventually gives in and lets herself fully enjoy the way he's lavishing her with affection, because hell be damned, they waited 15 years and if wants to kiss her for the rest of their lives then she'd be more than happy to oblige.