A/N: Hey there! I'm here again with one of my endless fics... I actually think it's my longest one-shot yet. I had the idea of writing about Donna and Harvey's wedding night in my mind for some time, and here it is... A lot of smut and fluff.

The title of the fic is from Perfect by Ed Sheeran, the song they dance to at their wedding, so I thought it was appropriate to use it here. As always, I'm sorry for my mistakes, I'm not a native and I do my best here.

I hope you enjoy it!


Set on 09x10

Donna and Harvey's relationship had never been a normal or common one, they had held together for more than a decade, but denying what was in sight of everyone and they couldn't accept, that's why no one was surprised that they decided to marry suddenly in front of a handful of strangers because they had never behaved in a usual way. Now they could be spontaneous, after a long time without being able to be, so nor was anyone surprised that after their vows and agree to spend the rest of their life together, and to share the first dance as husband and wife as if nobody were watching them, they have gone to meet the little Lucy and now they were on a sidewalk in Manhattan, with the wind hugging them.

"Where is Ray?" she says, a little annoyed. The wind has become too cold, and her dress isn't the best shield against it. Donna is focused on looking for Ray's car with her gaze at the avenue and doesn't realize Harvey is taking his jacket off. Suddenly she feels he puts it on her shoulders. "It's unnecessary, Harvey."

"Yes, it does." He responds with a smile and hugs her against his body. "It's my marital duty to take care of my wife."

She giggles and also hugs him. "You won't believe that in this marriage you will take the reins of everything and take care of a seemingly helpless woman as in the nineteenth century, right?"

He giggles against the side of her head. "No, don't worry. I know very well that the one who will control everything here will be you."

"Okay, we're understanding each other." She chuckles, and he does it, too.

"You're least tolerant of cold than me, and I just wanted to give you my jacket." He murmurs and gives her a kiss on her temple. "I'll take care of my wife, even if she doesn't want to."

"We've been married for an hour and you've already told me wife three times... I think I can get used to this. It's nice." She smiles.

He smiles too. "Sounds good, right?"

She pulls her head back a little so she can look at him. "It sounds like what it always should have been."

"We are finally here." He responds, raising one of his hands to remove a strand of hair that the wind has tangled between her eyelashes. "And to your first question, Ray is coming back. He told me he had found no place to park and had to keep moving. And the traffic is chaos here."

"And where will we go when he comes back? Your place or mine?"

"Neither option. This may have been improvised, but we will spend our wedding night in a better place."

"So the surprises are not over today?" she grins, looking into his eyes and her fingers caressing the back of his neck.

"They definitely haven't." He responds with a smile, approaching her until he crushes his lips into his wife's.

Their lips don't separate until their lungs feel the extreme need for oxygen and she cuddles against him while waiting, her head just below his chin, and both wrapping with each other.

They share the trip in Ray's car in silence, sitting with the sides of their bodies glued, Donna's head resting on his shoulder, while she keeps Harvey's left hand on her lap and turns his wedding band on his finger or passes her fingers amid his.

Harvey whispers to her if he likes the ring in his hand and she replies that the thing she likes isn't just the ring, it's the meaning and his smile becomes huge.

The trip takes almost half an hour and Donna hadn't asked where they were going because she had already guessed it. Harvey had been able to surprise her once on that day. Two were already too many.

Ray drops them off at the entrance of one of Manhattan's most exclusive hotels and Donna returns the suit jacket to him before entering. Check-in is done as fast as they can and once she gets away from there, he leaves a notice that please no one bothers them in the next few hours, if they need anything, they will ask for it and he leaves a large tip for them. He joins her when she is waiting for the elevator and puts his hand on her waist.

"How did you remember?" she murmurs.

"I remember everything you've told me all these years, Donna." He shrugs as if that were an obvious thing. "And ever since you told me about this hotel the first time, I knew I wanted to come here with you. And it seemed to me that tonight was a good time."

She smiles. "I couldn't agree more."

As she speaks, the elevator brakes in front of them, and the bellboy opens the doors. Being accompanied on the elevator keeps them in control and silent, even though those seconds seem like an eternity.

As soon as the elevator doors are closed, they both run like two teenagers to the door of their room and Donna opens it with the magnetic key while he enters behind her.

The room is much fancier than Donna had seen in photos. The light wood floors and light gray walls, the biggest bed she had ever seen in the middle, with the bed's back on the wall opposite a vast picture window. The room is located on the highest floor of the hotel, and the picture window provided a privileged view of the city of Manhattan. Two-night tables at the sides of the bed, where endless pillows resting on the mattress And she can't keep looking, because Harvey hugs her from behind and buries his face in her bare shoulder and goes all the way up her skin to her neck and speaks in her ear.

"I want to make love to my wife." He murmurs and gently bites her earlobe.

"Harvey..." she purrs, reaching for his head with her hand so that he doesn't move from there.

"Yes?" he whispers with his wet lips rubbing behind her ear, as one of his hands lowers to her hips.

Donna turns her head to find his face with hers. "I also want to make love to my husband." She whispers and turns, to be face to face, his hands on her waist and her hands on his chest. The two remain silent, staring for a few seconds, with their eyes wetter than normal and slight smiles on their lips.

"I love you, Donna." He says in a soft, hoarse voice as he wraps her waist with his entire right arm and brings her closer to him.

"I love you, Harvey." She responds with emotion in her voice and her hands coming down his arms. Their foreheads clash gently and the two smile like two children in the face of the adrenaline of something new, not because they haven't done this before, but because they know that this is the beginning of a new chapter for them. Harvey's free hand goes up to hold her cheek and caress her jaw with his thumb, which makes her close her eyes, and at that moment, his lips lie on hers, both opening their mouth gently to let each other in.

She starts by getting off her heels and cleverly puts them aside with her feet, making him smile at feeling her shorter stature and having to tilt over to kiss her. Without separating their lips, she slides the jacket off him by his shoulders and then by his arms, until it falls to the ground and his hands rise until he holds her head.

"You have been ruthless with the jacket that has warmed you."

She chuckles. "We don't need it now. I'm pretty sure you won't let me be cold tonight."

He smiles smugly. "I definitely won't." He responds and kisses her again, but she quickly separates to untie his bow tie and unbuckle the first button from his shirt skillfully. "Anxious…" He grins.

"It's not fair that you just have to lower a zip and I have to take away so many things, you know?"

He giggles foolishly against her lips. "You're right."

"Always," she murmurs with a naughty smile and approaches him, but dodges his lips and her mouth rests on his neck, where she begins to kiss him as her hands unbuckle the buttons of his shirt, from top to bottom, and he enjoys her lips against his skin. When she reaches the last button, she also unbuttons his pants and removes the shirt from there, but before her hand gets inside his pants, Harvey kisses her and won't let her move forward. With their lips joined, he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and lets her hands take it off, feeling her fingers crawling across his skin and enjoying the sensation. With his own feet, he takes off his shoes and now lets her take off his pants, even with his lips on her own, and before taking off her dress, he quickly takes off his socks. Donna unconsciously bites her lower lip at the sight of him in his underwear, with his growing sex, in front of her, and feels a groan born from her throat.

"Do you like what you see?" he raises his eyebrow, looking at her.

"I have chosen my husband pretty well." She responds, her hands squeezing on his biceps.

Harvey doesn't respond, just makes her spin so he can access the zip of her dress, and, with his chin resting on her collarbone, he mutters, "And I've definitely chosen my wife pretty well too." With kisses, he comes down through the bare skin on her back and reaches for the zip. He has a little difficulty finding it because it's too hidden between the fabric, but Donna isn't impatient. She knows he won't surrender. After a few seconds, he slides the zip down and as her skin is discovered, she feels a path of wet kisses through her spine that makes her shiver, from the first to the last, just above her underwear. The dress falls to make a puddle around her feet and he turns to offer his hand while watching her naked figure with a half-smile, she takes his hand, to get out of the middle of her dress and in less than a second, glues her bare breasts against his chest, she puts her arms around his neck, and as she kisses him, starts pushing him toward the bed. Harvey clings to her with his arms around her body and lets himself be guided until he falls into bed with her on top of him. While kissing, they begin to throw away all the cushions they reach, and although they don't want to separate their bodies, they realize the comforter could create a bit of itching if they spent too long there. So they have no choice but to disarm the bed and they fall facing each other on the sheets, their legs tangled, Donna's hand posing on his cheek and his on her hip, almost reaching her buttock. The two sigh at the same time, which makes them giggle foolishly and rejoin their lips, having already removed almost all their clothes and cleared the bed. There are no more barriers between them. She crosses her leg over his to propel herself and climb onto his body. Harvey's hands slide down the sides of her body and she clutches her hips over his. When they get out of the air, she separates a few inches from him, their noises still rubbing and smiling again, his hands cover her buttocks and squeeze them gently, which makes her move on his cock and both gently groan until the distance becomes unbearable and they kiss again.

It's Donna who breaks the contact between their lips and decides to dedicate herself to him. Her lips follow the path of his jaw and then go down his neck, gently sucking that point where she knows he enjoys, and it works, not only because he moans her name, but because she feels his dick contracting against her core. Donna continues to go down, this time with her tongue, drawing his muscles and down his pectorals. Harvey purrs as he feels her hair slip across his body as her tongue moistens his skin. She adds a slight wagging against his cock as she alternates her tongue with her lips and the guttural sounds of him begin to become more constant. She approaches one of his nipples and surrounds it with her tongue several times and he can't avoid climbing his pelvis against hers and she smirks against his skin, with her tongue moving from one side to the other of his nipple, she lowers her hips a little and then her hand reaches his semi-erect cock and strokes it with her fingertips. "God, Donna." He groans, turning his head to the other side and she, in response, sucks on his nipple and then brushes it with her teeth while craving his cock with her hand. With her nose crawling on her husband's skin to change the side, she does the same with his other nipple, although her hand movements begin to be a little more intense. She decides to go down, drawing with her tongue the man's gloriously marked abs and loves to see how his stomach contracts as she does. She settles down, lying between his legs, and runs her fingertips across the elastic of his underwear and thighs. "Don't do this to me." He growls.

She chuckles. "Complaints?" she purses her face. "Because, in case you don't remember, I'll be the only woman you'll have sex with from now on... So, tell me if I'm doing something wrong."

Harvey giggles and raises his head a little so he can look at her. "I mean, you're making me wait too long."

"No more than you..." she murmurs, her fingers drawing abstract figures around his cock. "How many years have passed until you realized it?"

He suppresses a laugh by biting his lip. "We are married now."

"Oh, yes… I do know that." She smiles, her hands clinging to his thighs and nailing her fingers there. "That's why I want to enjoy our first time married without haste. You leave me?" He sighs with a smile and drops his head against the pillows again, telling yes her without words. Donna's hands massage his thighs for a few moments, while her sight is fixed on his cock, contracting from her actions. Without releasing his thighs, her fingers rise a little and the tip of her index finger slides smoothly, drawing the whole contour of his dick and his balls, disarming him completely in front of her, which ignites her even more and begins to feel the need to press her legs to generate some friction to herself. With a torturous slowness, her finger goes up a little by his bulge, still drawing his outline, and he groans with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "Shh…" she whispers, resting her lips on his dick and climbing her hand up on his body, leaving it on his chest, where she feels his hand pressing hers. Donna smiles against his sex and inhales deeply, letting herself invade by his smell. She gives him wet, licked kisses on the fabric, knowing that when she takes off his underwear, his cock almost to the limit of its size will jump in front of her. And that's what happens when she decides to finish torturing him and leave him completely naked. Her fingers crawl again, now on his sensitive skin, wetting her lips each time his masculinity moves because of her care. "You know…" she mumbles, her fingers dragging by his balls. "I can make a lot of jokes about I have had to wait a long time." She continues to talk, her eyes nailed to the head of his dick that yearns to taste, as her fingers rise on his throbbing erection. "But I know we both had to be ready for this first." She continues, as her hand wraps around his cock and squeezes it gently. "It's been long, but necessary." Her hand slides up and down, feeling his swollen veins and enjoying his moans."Because now I know this relationship and this marriage…" And when she says the word marriage, their smiles are huge. "It will prosper." She ends her sentence with her thumb reaching the head of his dick and spreading the fluid that already comes out of there in circles, while her other fingers reach his balls. Harvey lowers his hand, until joining it to hers, their fingers interlaced, both holding his erect cock at the same time, he would like to be able to answer something, but that woman is driving him crazy, and simply can't make a sentence. "I love you." She mutters and kisses his hand, causing him to start loosening his grip and when he does, they stare at each other and she smiles at him.

"I love you too." He responds, in a voice too deep, feeling like now Donna's kisses are spreading on his entire crotch.

"I know." She responds, caressing his masculinity with her nose, which crawls up and down, and vice versa.

Harvey takes off his hand from his dick and feels his wife's tongue dragging from the base of his cock to his head and his lips moan her name. She looks at him as she holds back his cock with her hand and bites her lips as she sees him react. She does the same with her tongue all around the circumference of his cock and licks his balls. Then she gives small wet kisses in all his hardness, with slight suctions that make him wriggle on the mattress, so one of her hands holds him by his hips, her fingers nailing on his skin, and the other massages his both testicles between with her fingers. She continues sucking with extreme gentleness and softness, while her husband's groans and grunts come as music to her ears. When she considers it's enough, she takes the head of his cock with her lips and sucks, letting the flavor of his essence invade her. She raises one of her hands again until she finds him and feels the pressure of his fingers against hers. She settles a little better, letting her breasts fit under his balls, and without releasing his hand, with her other hand she helps herself to put the head of his sex into her mouth, and again, with an almost torturous speed, she lets her lips slide down his cock until she feels to caress her throat and repeats the same thing again, but the other way around.

"Fuck, Donna," He growls, feeling his wife's mouth let his dick fall.

Donna caresses his wrist with her thumb, without intending to release his hand, and inserts him back into her mouth, making him go to the limit of her throat once more, but this time she doesn't release him, only begins to fuck him in a more superficial way with her mouth, letting his pre-seminal fluid and saliva no longer differentiate. Harvey's fingers press too hard against her own and she just continues, shaking her head in a steady rhythm, but not too fast. Her eyes stared into his unarmed body and delivered to her. Donna speeds up only a little, but after a few moves Harvey slows her down: "Wait, wait Donna." He groans, with no longer willpower to hold it.

Donna lets go of his cock and begin to gently masturbate him with her hand. "Sure? I don't care if–"

He interrupts her. "Yes, come here." She nods with a smile and climbs his body until she falls on him. "I don't plan to make you love only once tonight." He mumbles, running the hair from her face and arranging it behind her ear, and then clinging her to his body with his hands on the sides of her.

She bites the side of her lower lip and caresses her nose with his. "I understand… and I like your way of thinking." She giggles against his chin, but he interrupts her laughter by wrapping her lips with his. Without separating his lips, he makes both of them spin until he's on her. Her legs are screwed around his hips and she feels all his weight pressing on her core, which makes her moan in his mouth. He separates a little from her, just his face, and settles her hair until he discovers her face and sees the slight smile on her lips. "What?" she murmurs, her hands dragging down on his back.

"Just thinking about how beautiful my wife looks."

She chuckles, and one of her hands goes up to his head. "Thank you, but can you kiss me again?" she pushes his head as he giggles until his lips come back to hers, and immediately, their tongues became entangled as if their life depended on that.

Harvey abandons her lips and then kisses her all over her face and makes her giggle, he lowers down the side of her face until he is buried in her neck and drags his tongue just over the side of her throat up and then down, following the line of her clavicle and ending with a slight suck on her shoulder. And just that is enough for her to hum his name not once, but twice. His nose drags down the reverse path while kissing her skin with despair, until reaching the point of her pulse and sucks there, causing Donna's nails to dig into the skin of his back and he smiles against her neck. Harvey loves when she does that, so he intensifies his care and nibbles the lobe of her ear, his own lips covering his teeth to do it softly and to listen closely to the guttural sounds that are born from her throat and feel deeper her nails against his skin. Without giving her time to recover, he goes down with wet kisses, his mouth open, by her breastbone, and joins her breasts, holding them by the sides. She simply drops her head back, getting lost among the pillows as he begins to fill her with kisses and licks all over the skin of her tits, as she feels like the warm moisture that he leaves on her skin, becomes a cold sensation with the running of seconds. His hands release them, and now he does the same over her middle valley. She lowers one of her hands to the back of his neck, not to guide him, but simply because she wants more contact with him, which makes him grin. Harvey looks at her breasts for a few seconds, beholding how his lips and tongue have left red marks that stand out on her white skin, but he doesn't wait too long. He immediately immerses himself in her again, deciding that her right breast will be the first to receive his full attention as he massages and kneads the left one. He makes a circular pattern of kisses all over her breast, approaching her already erect and darkened nipple more with each new twist, until he is too close and she squeals as he keeps dodging it.

Harvey giggles against her skin, raising his free hand to her face and stroking her lips with his thumb. "Now it's your turn to be patient."

She giggles, and in retaliation, bites the tip of his thumb. "Haven't you understood that I have already been waiting for more than a decade?" Harvey lifts his torso a little and makes her open her mouth even more. She wraps his hand with her own, just as she had wrapped it a few hours before when he showed her ring, and puts his thumb in her mouth, licking and slowly removing it from there, looking straight into his eyes and causing his cock to contract once more.

"You are so damn hot." He grunts.

She raises her eyebrow and sticks her upper teeth into the tip of his finger for a few seconds, without cutting out eye contact. "Can you go on? Or do you need an invitation?"

Harvey giggles, biting his lip and holding her face with his hand, his wet thumb caressing her cheek. He makes her rise; he sits on the mattress and makes her sit on his lap, her legs wrapping him around. Her breasts remain just at the height of his face and, without making her wait this time; he catches one of her nipples on his lips and moves it with his tongue. She arches her back when she feels it and tugs off his hair. Her already wet pussy begins to rub against his cock when he nibbles her nipple.

"Fuck, Harvey." She groans, her forehead falling on his head and lowering her left hand to his back, looking for some support.

Harvey only slightly increases the intensity of the suction while kneading her other breast with one hand, his other palm extended in the middle of her back, holding her.

Donna opens her eyes for a few seconds and smiles as she sees her hand stretched out on his skin and her wedding band there. "God, we are married." She chuckles.

Harvey giggles and throws his head back to find her face. "Yes, we did it." He grins at her.

"I know... just, I saw my ring on your back and it hit me.."

"It hit you in a good or wrong way?" he squints his eyes a little.

She smirks. "More than good."

He smiles back at her and grabs her face to kiss her again. She surrounds his neck with her arms and he makes her lie down again, this time he stays by her side, his hand passing under her neck and his lips lowers to take care of her other nipple until she is back at his mercy and guides her until the side of her body rests on his. He reaches her lips again, as his hand slips down her stomach, making her groan against his tongue, until his hand reaches her pussy and covers it with all his hand, his fingers curving in the middle of her legs, the heel of his hand pressing on the bone of her pelvis and his whole hand rubbing gently against her wet lace black panties.

"Harvey…" she growls, still against his lips.

He smiles, separating himself only slightly from her, and gently bites her lower lip. "Donna..." He murmurs, moving all his fingers together and in circles between her legs.

She drops more against him but opening more her legs to give him more access and he releases his grip to climb with his fingers from her entrance to the beginning of her slit and then continue going up through the center of her body, making her murmur and drown his name against her chest. He decides not to make them wait so long, also because it's already too long for him, and he lowers his hand again, this time putting his fingers inside her underwear and feeling the moisture against him. Harvey looks back for her lips to kiss her once more and then goes down her entire body with kisses until he is between her legs and without preambles, takes off her underwear, sliding it down her eternal legs. He growls as he sees her wet, swollen pussy in front of his eyes and his fingers begin to crawl down her skin, while she collapses more and more against the pillows. He pushes her legs, so she flexes them and her pussy is more exposed to him. His index and large fingers slide through all of her moisture, without really concentrating on any particular point, and her body moves unintentionally with each of his movements. He continues to mock her for a few more seconds, until he surrounds her clit with his fingers, exerting a little more pressure, and enjoys watching her back arch and her breasts rise. His fingers press her outer lips, generating an indirect stimulation in her bundle of nerves that makes her twist and he can only smile when sees her like this, without stopping to press and make her lips gently rub against each other. When releases them, her lips slowly open and peel off and he swallows dry as he sees her intimacy even more swollen and wet. Eager to taste it, one of his hands rests on her abdomen, the other opens her lips a little more, and he passes his tongue flat from her entrance and upwards, as slow as it can. At that time, Donna doesn't know if she doesn't regret having made him wait so long, because all the tension of the world is accumulating in her lower belly with every movement of him, but it isn't enough yet. His tongue draws all over her pussy, the path of each of her lips, the beginning of her slit, surrounds her entrance and also her clit, but so freaking slowly.

"Please, Harvey." She whines, bringing her hand to his that is still on her abdomen and squeezing it.

"Isn't it so good to wait when you're the one in bed, right?" he whispers and gives her a kiss at the beginning of her slit.

She growls, but before she can respond, Harvey begins to move the tip of his tongue against her clit, tapping it, and all she can do is yell his name. His tongue moves from one side to the other, feeling as her bundle becomes harder and harder, and feels the muscles of her abdomen contract under his arm and hand. He intertwines his fingers with her as he sucks and she finishes disarming against him, her hips moving against his mouth and her mouth moaning his name and another endless word that makes no sense in the same sentence. Harvey doesn't want to let her hand loose, so he decides to use his left hand to insert a couple of fingers into her, even if it's not his most skillful hand. His middle and ring fingers stroke her entrance and when he notices that she's moist enough, he slowly introduces them and twines them inside, leaving them still for a few seconds, while his tongue now surrounds his clit. Feeling her fingers stretching her, Donna sticks her nails into the back of his hand and her eyes close tightly, begging for more. Harvey doesn't hesitate and moves his fingers inside her.

"Harvey…" she whispers, but it doesn't sound horny like a few seconds ago. He immediately looks up with concern and she smiles at him because she doesn't want to make him feel bad. "Please be careful with the ring." She says, dragging her thumb in his hand, while he almost instinctively removes his fingers from inside her.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks with concern and that melts her.

"No, it's just kinda uncomfortable feeling it in there." She says and raises their hands together and gives him a kiss on his knuckles. "But don't worry, I'm fine."

"Okay." He closes his eyes tightly and tries not to feel upset with himself.

"Just use the usual hand." She suggests to him warmly.

"Yes, you're right…" He pauses. "Just, I didn't want to let go of you."

She smiles at him, reaching for his left hand and letting go of his right hand. "I don't want to let go of you either." Donna takes their hands together and poses them on one of her breasts, enjoying him kneading it.

They smile at each other warmly and he moves on. She seems to be fine and wants nothing to ruin that night. He makes a path of kisses again, from her lower belly until reaching her slit again and then licking her whole pussy one more time, as his fingers, this time of his right hand, drag also between her folds, return to his previous position: his fingers inserted into her and his tongue stimulating her point of pleasure. Quickly, Donna also returns to her former state thanks to his dedication and her groans become screams as his fingers begin to move inside her, curling them again and again against her front wall and his licks on her clit become suctions that take her to the limit. And he doesn't stop until the orgasm reaches her and she doesn't disarm under his care, trying to extend the pleasure in her for as long as he can. Harvey carefully pulls out his fingers and his mouth goes up to her belly, enjoying her wife writhing under himself. She enjoys the pleasure invading her as he gives her tender kisses that make the sensations in her body intensify.

He climbs until he's beside her, wrapping her with his body and kissing the side of her face. "How about your first orgasm as a married lady?"

Donna giggles silly, still in the hands of pleasure hormones, and turns her head so she can look at him. "As I said a while ago, I chose my husband very well."

Harvey smiles proudly, and the back of his fingers crawls on her arm. "You have chosen the best." He says to her against her lips.

"Definitely." She responds, without letting him hesitate even for half a second and she turns her body to meet him face to face. Without breaking eye contact, she comes down by walking her fingers down his torso and then down his abdomen, until reaching his dick, which is again semi-hard. She grabs it with her hand and starts moving from top to bottom, wrapping her fingers all around his circumference as she goes up and down and that's enough for the redhead's name to come out like a whisper from his lips. She comes closer to him, looking for his lips and then licking the side of his throat, coming down with her tongue along the line of his muscles and not mind too much if the suctions she makes in the path of his clavicle leave some mark on the next day. Harvey clings to her, his fingers nailing to her waist and his cheek resting against her head, murmuring and moaning her name repeatedly. Donna begins to feel him grow back against her hand and continues with her movements, but Harvey separates a little from her because he also wants to touch her. Still facing, she opens her legs to him and as her hands massage his balls, his fingers slide back into her slit. They moan in unison at the lips of the other and cannot avoid kissing again. Both stimulate each other for a few minutes, without being in a hurry, but with an irrepressible need to feel each other. He is the first to feel ready, but he knows she still needs a little more stimulation since she had had an orgasm just a few minutes ago, so he continues to touch her. But now he is dedicated to stimulating the erogenous points of her neck with his mouth as well.

"I need you." She murmurs, letting go of his cock and climbing her hand up the side of his body. "Now."

He doesn't respond, just moves until he gets on top of her and kisses her, letting all his sex fall on hers. Her moistened and warm lips immediately wrap around his cock. Her hands cling to his back, while he keeps some of his own weight on one of his arms and the other is more relaxed, his fingers tangled in her hair resting on the white sheets. She wraps his hips with her legs, lifting her hips against his, and both know that this won't be able to hold for much longer. So, Harvey just gets up a little and grabs his cock with his hand to align with her, and looking at her in the eyes, he slips into her body. The silence envelops them at that moment, their eyes nailed to each other and everything feels too intense, at that precise instant, both think they are making love for the first time as a married couple, and while that doesn't really change what they feel, it actually changes everything, because they had spent too many days and too many nights denying what they felt and escaping the commitment of building the relationship that both deeply had always longed for. And the fact that Harvey Specter would have had the courage to propose to her, and that Donna Paulsen had answered "Of course, I'll marry you, Harvey", without any hesitation, was far more than either of them would have dared to imagine.

Yes, marriage may be just a paper and two wedding bands on their fingers, but what matters is what that means. It means that they belong there, that they belong to each other, and that no matter how many storms remain to pass, they will pass them together.

Harvey sits still for a few seconds, also silently, her body opening to receive him as their hands slide into each other's bodies. He leans gently against her to be able to kiss her again and she clings with all her body to him, moving her hips against him, giving him the go-ahead to start moving and he does it, first slow, tasting her lips and swallowing all her moans. But they have already made enough mocking of each other, so after some gentle movements that stretch her, he separates a little from her to start doing it at a slightly faster pace while her hands cling to his buttocks, making both decide the rhythm of his movements against her. Eye contact is only broken when they can't bear it and their eyes close against their will, but they quickly reopen, because they don't want to miss the expressions on the other's face. Harvey feels too close to the edge, so she makes Donna lift one of her legs and brings her foot to his chest, allowing him to go deeper into her, but at the same time, keep looking at her. He's now kneeling in front of her and she can no longer reach him, so her hands massage her breasts, knowing that besides generating an extra pleasure for her, it will also do it for him. Their names come out of their lips without rest and when he sees Donna's body wriggle under him, his thumb stimulates her clit and in less than half a minute, the two are about to fall to the precipice. Their bodies colliding and their gasps are the sound that floods the room, while the two make a great effort to keep looking in the eyes. They don't want to miss that. Donna is the first to let go, her walls contracting around his husband's cock, and the waves of pleasure beating her mercilessly leave her too loose against the mattress and with some tears falling from her eyes, her skin itching under the sweat layer that covers her and the sensations of her pussy spreading throughout her body. She moves her foot, dropping it against the mattress and causing him to fall on her. Her hips are glued against his, letting him be as inside as he can, just moving her hips to let him out a few inches and causing him to bury himself again into her. Tears keep falling from her eyes because she loves that man so much and doesn't stop moving until she feels him spilling into her. The first thing to hit Harvey is the pleasure, of course, as if it were a gust of wind that tore him, but then tears also arrive and the two cannot help but laugh when they see each other crying in these conditions. Donna wraps him with all her body, causing him to fall on her, their faces buried in each other.

"I love you so much..." she murmurs, one of her hands caressing his head, her fingers tangled in his short hair.

"I love you more than you think, Donna." He responds, passing his arms under her to be able to hug her, and both rotate, until being face to face, even as tangled as they can. They hug so hard that it even hurts, but they don't let go.

"Do you realize we're just wearing our wedding bands now?" she whispers with a silly smile.

He smiles against her skin and gives her a kiss. "We are husband and wife." He responds, separating himself just enough to be able to look at her.

"We are." She chuckles. Their lips unite again as if they could never have enough of each other and snuggle into each other for several minutes, just feeling the rhythm of their hearts and their breaths finally quiet again.

After a while, he whispers in her ear. "What do you think of ordering a bottle of champagne and sharing it in the hot tub?"

"I was doubting whether or not this room had a hot tub, because you haven't let me even see it." She giggles.

"You just deserve me to reserve the best."

"Thank you." She whispers and gives him a kiss on his skin. "But you did it quickly. Maybe it was already taken..."

"In fact, it was."

"Harvey!" she laughs.

"They had refused to give me this room until I told them how much I could afford."

"And don't you think maybe the other people wanted the hot tub, too?"

He shrugs his shoulders and frowns. "I don't think a bank executive needs it any more than a newlywed couple."

She sighs, but can't help but smile. "If you've done all that to have it, I think we should take advantage of it."

"I couldn't agree with you more." They smile and kiss again.

A few minutes later, the hot tub is filled with warm water, and Donna has chosen from the stuff in the bathroom, a vanilla-smelling scent, and a bath pump to generate some froth. Also there, she had found something to tie her hair. Now both are already inside, sitting side by side. Donna's head falls against his shoulder, their bodies glued and their legs stretched out in front of them. Letting the water finish relaxing them after all the emotions of that day.

"I still can't believe how you surprised me." She chuckles, grabbing his hand under the water, and resting her fingers on the palm of his hand.

"I'm pretty proud of myself because it's not an easy task to surprise you." He responds, wrapping her fingers with his own.

She giggles. "You have done it." She pulls her head back and kisses his chin. "I had never imagined my own wedding, much less with you… but I certainly wouldn't have imagined something like that." She keeps talking and Harvey turns his head so he can look at her. "But, although it hasn't been traditional, I know now that it was all I wanted. Marry you just because we want and because we love each other."

"Seriously, have you never thought about marrying me?

"No..." she shrugs.

"Not even when we started being together?"

"No, I mean… When you said that we would be together forever, and I asked you if we were engaged, we both ran out of words and didn't talk about it again. And I never knew if you were really prepared and didn't want to put pressure on you." She speaks as his thumb creeps across the skin of his hand. "And it was enough for me to know that we were together because I had already lost all hope that this would happen."

Harvey smiles tenderly and raises his wet hand to gently caress her cheek. "I don't want you to ever doubt that if I knocked on your door that night, it's because I feel ready for everything with you." He murmurs and lowers his hand until he puts it on the left side of her chest, just above her breast, feeling her heartbeat. "Everything." He repeats.

"Now I know." She responds and raises her hand until reaching his arm and hooks her hand there. They stay silent for a few seconds, looking at each other, and she's the one who breaks the silence this time. "I don't want you to doubt it, so I will say it. I'm ready for everything with you, too." She whispers, approaching him to kiss him.

"It looks like we're on the same page then." He smiles.

"We finally are." She also smiles, their lips crashing again in a kiss and their arms becoming entangled in each other.

"Just... I have a question."

"Which one?"

"From never thinking about it, did you go on to answer yes so quickly?"

She chuckles. "I have no doubt that I want to spend my whole life with you, and as I had told you that night, it was weird not to consider marriage, not to be part of it." She pauses. "It's not that the idea hadn't crossed my mind, but I didn't really stop to imagine it because I didn't want to be disappointed." She pauses again. "I want to be with you, no matter what, and that we have married, is beautiful, but if this hadn't happened, it would be happy as well."

He nods with a smile. "Okay, I get it." He says and kisses her again. "I want the same with you." They smile at each other and their lips joined once again. "So… What do you think about opening that champagne?" he asks, still kissing her.

"I will say yes as quickly as I agreed to marry you." The two laugh and serve a drink to each. Sitting and facing, Donna raises her glass first. "Because we can fight any obstacle and stay together regardless of what happens."

"Because we never let go of our hands and we can always find ourselves in each other's eyes."

"And because we will be happy..."

"And because we will always find a way for this love to save us." They truly smile at each other, let their glasses collide gently, and drink a sip of the expensive champagne.

"You are far away. Come here." He responds, stretching his hand. She grins, gives the glass to him to move, and sits between his legs, her back against his torso. He returns the glass and surrounds her with his now free arm. Donna rests her hand on his arm and drinks more of her drink.

The first glass, the second, and even the third end in the middle of a somewhat trivial talk and too many kisses and touches. Now Harvey wraps her with his two arms and she has her torso slightly turned to look at him.

"What are your non-negotiables for our future home?" he asks.

"Be very bright. The more windows, the better." Harvey giggles, because he knew she would say that. "An outdoor space, whether it is a house, an extensive garden, and if it is a condo, a huge balcony or terrace." She thinks for a few seconds. "An own place for each. A large room, with a bathroom and dressing room."

"Will we pay for it halfway?" he laughs and spreads laughter at her. Of course, his money is enough. He just wanted to make her laugh.

"First. Yes, I don't want you to pay it all."

"But… either way, it will be both of us. We are married."

"I know, but I just want us to do it this way. Can it be?"

He nods and kisses her temple. "Ok, all right."

"Well. And second, tell me what your non-negotiables are."

"Everything you have said. But I would also like an enormous living room, where all my vinyl collections can coexist with all your books. We can buy an enormous sofa to be comfortable with."

"How you like the sofa!" she smiles mischievously at him. She is pretty sure that the sofa in both apartments has been used almost as much as their beds.

"We can also have a huge TV, so you can screw into me when we watch a movie."

"I like both uses." She smiles at him and gives him a short kiss on his lips. "And I really want us to pay for it both." She repeats. "I work and I have my own money, and I know that being with you I will have even more comforts than I already had by myself, but that doesn't mean I want all the financial responsibility to fall on you. Okay?"

He nods. "Okay, we do it like that." He responds and gives her another kiss. "But I won't stop giving you gifts."

"I won't stop giving you gifts either." They smile and kiss again, internally both conclude that they have already spoken too much and that it's time for the second round as a married couple. Donna rides on him and wraps him with her legs as her arms wrap around his neck and their tongues get tangled once more.

"I think I want a hot tub too," Donna mutters against his lips, swinging her hips over his.

He giggles. "Can I know for what?"

She smiles and moves until her lips are against his ear and murmurs there. "To fuck you there whenever I want." And when she says it, feels his cock contracting against her. Harvey's hands cling to her, keeping her as close as he can, and turns his head to find her lips.

"We will have a hot tub then." He snores an inch from her lips.

"I like we agreed so soon." She murmurs, his hand reaching his cock to stimulate him with her hand, while he does the same with her and spends a few minutes touching, this time their bodies react much faster and Donna now has his hard cock in the middle of her lips, wagging her hips to rub his erection against all her pussy. With the help of her hand, she inserts his head into her entrance and lowers her hips, allowing him to enter her body and immediately clings to him by his neck. Harvey also wraps her and kisses the side of her face fondly. She stands still, only smiling as she feels his sweet kisses on her face and his sex inside hers.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs.

She smiles and turns her head slightly to look at him. "Yes. What about you?"

"I'm always fine if I'm with you."

"Harvey..." she whispers, her lower lip trembling.

"What?" he whispers, his thumb moving just under her ear.

"You have already made me cry a lot today." She chuckles.

He chuckles. "No, please don't cry. Come here." He whispers, his hand holding her face once again to kiss her, and although it starts tender, it quickly becomes intense and rough. Both know that their bodies are more tired and this time they need it faster and stronger. Donna moves against him, while his hands hold her by her hips, and her forehead falls against him, both gasping in unison and causing the hot tub to begin to overflow water everywhere. Harvey also moves against her. Their bodies have a synchronization that seems to represent the synchronization they have always had between them. She lowers her hand between her legs to stimulate herself, and he pinches and tugs on her nipples with voracity. Donna brings her free hand to the back of his neck, sticking her fingers there and helping herself propel herself.

This time, he's going to come first, and when Donna knows that he's about to spill, she moves from above him and makes him sit on one of the corners of the hot tub. She kneels in front of him, and holding her breasts, surrounds his cock with them. "Fuck my boobs, Harvey." She snores and he could have an orgasm just to listen to her, but he starts doing it. The water mixed with foam and oil makes his cock slip too well between her glorious breasts. Donna knows that besides spilling inside her, this is his other favorite way. He loves her tits. And it's a night important enough to please him. Harvey moves his cock up and down between her breasts, while she does the same, keeping her breasts as tight as she can. She opens her mouth, pulling out her tongue so that his cock's head hits her and that's enough for a guttural sound to come out of his throat at the same time his semen starts to come out and fall on her, mostly on her breasts, but a little reaches her tongue and her chin as well.

Harvey hasn't even finished enjoying his orgasm when he makes her sit on top of him and grabs her neck to kiss her. "God, I love you." He grunts, feeling his taste inside her mouth.

She giggles. "A spill on my tits makes me deserve an I love you?"

He giggles too. "You deserve it all." He kisses her again and makes her sit next to him. This time, he kneels in front of her and makes her open her legs towards him. Her knees flex and her feet on the tub, completely open to him. And her body, wet, open, and stained with his essence in front of him, makes him grunt. His index and middle fingers slide up and down, and from side to side, into her pussy, enjoying her gentle moans. His fingers surround her entrance first this time and seeking her approval, he inserts both fingers together into her, while with his other hand, he reaches the beginning of her slit.

"Harvey..." she moans.

"God, Donna." He growls against her thigh, moving his fingers over her clit and keeping his other hand almost still, just moving his fingers over her front wall. "Fuck my hand."

And almost immediately, she does it. Donna begins to fuck his fingers, which inside continue to stimulate her right where she needs it, while his other fingers move mercilessly against her clit. It's rude and wild, just like he had been fucking her tits. Neither of them breaks until she explodes in his fingers and, even with her body sensitive for pleasure, he makes her fall with him back under the water.

They hold each other again, hugging for several minutes as if their very existence depends on that, and they whisper to each other again and again how much they love each other.

Then they decide to come back to bed because they start getting a little cold and put on the bathrobes that were in the room. They use the toothbrushes there and remove the robes before they go into bed, both using several blankets to cover themselves.

"The view from here is amazing," Donna says, watching the city in wonder before her eyes.

"Yes, too amazing." He responds, his body turned toward her and his eyes stuck to her face.

She laughs. "Idiot!" she playfully kicks him under the blankets. "Seriously, look there."

Harvey does it immediately, and they curl up on each other, facing the front. "You're right, it's pretty amazing." He whispers and settles his head on her breasts.

"It is." She smiles. "And sharing it with you only makes it better."

He smiles and kisses her just above her nipple. "I love you, wife."

She chuckles and kisses his forehead. "I love you, husband."

They hug even tighter for a few seconds and sigh at the same time, admiring the city that had seen them stick together, despite everything, for so many years.

Noticing that she is falling asleep, he uses the remote control to close the curtains and within a few minutes, he also falls asleep.

Several hours later, he wakes up and smiles as he feels the warmth of his wife against his body. Carefully, he runs the hair on her face and grins when he sees her face relaxed with a slight smile, gives her a kiss on her forehead, and, with extreme care, he gets up to go to the bathroom. Two minutes later, he is back there and is surprised to see Donna awake.

"Sorry, I didn't want to–"

"I know." She responds, admiring his naked body. "Please come back here."

He lies next to her immediately. "I'm sorry, that wasn't what I expected our first married morning to happen."

She giggles. "Well, but it has been pretty much like what I wanted. Could you open the curtains?"

"It's early." He frowns.

"I want to see the sunrise from here." She says with an illusion-filled smile on her lips.

Harvey yawns and, although he would like to find a good excuse to keep sleeping, he can't refuse that expression on her face, so he does it. The sky is still quite dark, but a thin thread of light begins to shine on the horizon. She cuddles against him, her head in his chest, and both wrap each other. Harvey's chin rests on her crown and their quiet breaths are synchronized.

Both witness the last minutes of the cloak of darkness covering the city and observe how that small thread of light is becoming more and more noticeable in an almost imperceptible way. As if that light were destined to be, it grows at its own pace, even if no one is precisely aware of it. The sun is born ahead of their eyes and a golden light reaches them. She breathes against his skin and he drags the back of his fingers on her shoulder, both enjoying the warmth of the other wrapping them under the blankets.

Donna knows it sounds cheesy, but she can't help but think of how that beautiful sunrise destined to be can be compared to the love they have for each other. She doesn't say it out loud, because she feels like something Jane Austen could have said - and although she loves her, Harvey doesn't do it precisely - so she just begins kissing her husband's skin, looking to turn him on under the touch of her lips. Because she wants to make love with the light of dawn reaching them. And he reacts almost immediately, responding with kisses over her shoulder and clavicle.

"You haven't had enough of me yet?" he asks with a silly giggle against her shoulder.

She smirks. "I will never have enough of you." She responds and, sending the morning breath to shit, kisses him, and their sleeping tongues awake each other slowly.

They have to remove the blankets that cover them because the heat of their bodies is enough. Their hands run through each other's skin at a slow, but steady pace, reminding each other that they are finally here. That yesterday has happened, that it has not been a dream, that they are husband and wife.

Both know exactly where and how to touch so that the other reacts and their bodies light up again. They truly know each other, and none had forgotten anything since the other time. Although they are excited to continue discovering new things.

Donna crosses her leg above Harvey's hips, letting his already hard cock rub against her pussy, while her lips remain entangled and their hands continue to touch.

"Make love at dawn the day after our wedding..." He whispers. "Look at what you have made me become." He laughs foolishly at her.

She chuckles. "To help you become a man with feelings has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done in my life." She pauses. "The second most difficult, the first, has been to endure my love for you for so many years…" She sighs and still continues to rub her wet core against him. "But both have been worth it."

"Thank you for not giving up on me." He murmurs in his somewhat moved voice. "That you have always had faith in me is what has pushed me to be here."

She smiles. "I never lost and will never lose faith in you, Harvey." She murmurs and grabs his hand. "I love you." She repeats once again and kisses him.

"And I love you." He whispers in the middle of the kiss and helps himself get into his wife's body as he says it.

Donna propels herself with her leg hooked on his hip to let him go all the way in and her body stretches to make room. At no time do they stop kissing, not until she feels ready to move and they begin to do so at the same time and in synchrony, looking in the eyes, watching the golden light fall like a mantle on their bodies. Donna's freckles turn golden and the moles on Harvey's face stand out more than ever beneath that light. Their movements speed up as the minutes pass and once again, they help each other reach the top of the pleasure. This time is even more intense than all that had happened the night before. As if their bodies had already finished releasing all the intense emotions that had accumulated, as if dawn had calmed them, making everything even more intense and enjoyable. Donna comes first and clings with all her trembling body to the body of her husband, who continues to move against her until he also comes and they become themselves a small bun, where one doesn't know very well where one begins and where the other ends. The physical demonstration of their love, their intertwined bodies, their agitated breaths, and their loving whispers invade the room, almost as intense as dawn.

The beginning of a new day and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.


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