Author's Note: Thanks to Ana, who apparently is re-watching season four of Suits, I saw the video of "I am a Donna fan". I was captivated by all their facial expressions and how these things speak for them when they're in denial about their feelings. (And in this particular episode, before the "You know I love you, Donna" she was not sure if he could feel something for her). Then "Little Things" came to my mind and the song of 1D. And here we are.
And thank you Stefanie, for being my beta in this one. I really appreciate it.
Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
"Harvey—" Donna murmured.
"Yeah" He replied absentmindedly.
She was laying on his chest. They had just made love.
"I have already told you the sexiest things about you. Like all the things you can handle. The way you're like a superhero when you put your suits on like armor." Her voice was soft, remembering the times she told him that.
He was silent. His hand on her back, drawing an imaginary line between her freckles. She knew he was listening to her, so she proceeded.
"I also had told you that over the years, sometimes I imagined us being together. And I can assure you that what we have here is top-notch and even better than all I could have dreamed of."
She paused. Just listening to his heart's beats. He was still caressing her freckles.
With the other hand, he took hers and started playing with her fingers, intertwining them.
"Same as you, I struggled with the fact that I was in love with you. I was in denial for many years till I could understand and accept that I was really in love with you, and instead of fighting with this feeling, I just put it aside. Dealt with other things, tried to move on, and assumed both of us were happy." There was no regret or fear, any kind of bad feelings. Just her expressing the way she felt for many years.
They kept their feelings hidden for so long and since they became a couple, they took any chances to talk about the way they felt on previous occasions or in the current one even though talking about it could show a piece of vulnerability.
Day by day, they were more comfortable talking about feelings and breaking down the wall they built around themselves. By now, these kinds of conversations were something they usually did in bed, or whilst having breakfast, or on a road trip.
"Since the other time and after the cathartic event of "You know why", I always thought about the way you felt. If it did affect you the way it affected me, and if after my rule and all the things, you could feel something and if the feelings were reciprocated. For a long time, I also thought that my feelings were not there anymore. But then you surprised me with those little things and my heart skipped a beat and then I realized that 'No, the feelings are still here. Maybe they will never go away. And maybe he felt something too.'" She smiled, lost in her own memory.
He was now staring at her face, captivated by her beauty. "Which little things?" he asked curiously.
"Remember one of my last plays? You surprised me with a bouquet of flowers, and Ray drove us to the theatre and you said 'I am a Donna fan'," she tried to impersonate him.
"Hey, I don't talk like this," he mocked her. They both laughed.
"I remember seeing you standing there, waiting for me and I had to fight the urge to kiss you like you were mine. Every detail of that event brings up butterflies flying in my stomach, even now. The fact you took time to do something you don't even like just because of me. The fact that you waited for me for I don't know how long. The bouquet. The tone of your voice. And I tried to set you free but then you told me that that night was about me and only me. And much more than just saying it, you acted on it. You made that night about me. I was not your secretary planning anything. You planned everything. From the beginning to the end. You took me for dinner and you brought me home," she ended.
Their eyes met, he smiled and she couldn't help smiling back.
"And now I am yours and every night is about you. About us," he said softly in the tone he only has for her.
"I am yours and every night is about us," she repeated.
He kissed her and the sparks and fire were there. And they were consumed by it. Making sure that the night was about them and them only.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you
Oh, it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things