Harvey's late, fixing his tie in the mirror, when the lump in his bed starts to stir.
He smiles. Meets her eyes in the mirror and it's very reminiscent of a dream he once had. Several dreams, in fact.
But he's late, and she is too, so he heads for the kitchen to pour her coffee.
That's what differs from his dreams; he's the one bringing her coffee in bed, usually up early with gym sessions and pre-dawn runs and, like today, early morning trials. Donna likes to lie in bed, stretching languorously, blinking in the sunlight until the last possible second.
He wouldn't trade it for the world. Her gentle smile and lazy kisses and how she blows on her mug before taking a sip, steam swirling in their faces.
This morning, however, she's not in bed.
She's padding around naked, save for the pair of lace green panties he tore off with his teeth last night. Bedhead, bleary eyes, bare and beautiful, shuffling towards him to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.
Donna sucks on the inside of his bottom lip — the way she knows he likes — and his cock grows against his will, pushing proudly into the soft skin of her stomach.
As she blows a sweet "good luck" into his mouth, he nearly groans.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me," he sighs, fisting her cheeks.
"Hmmmm," she breathes a laugh, "yes."
"You know I need this win today." He pulls back, points at her sternly before turning to pick up his files.
"I know. So win. I'll be here waiting."
A scrap of green fabric lands at his feet.
It takes all of his willpower not to turn around. If he does, he knows he won't make it to court today.
That night, Donna's spread eagle on his bed. She doesn't need to ask if he won. His tongue happily lapping at her clit tells her all she needs to know.