After almost nine months of their relationship, late Sunday afternoon baths have become a cherished ritual for Donna and Harvey.
Donna was thrilled that she had been able to get Harvey into her favorite relaxation treatment and that she now got to share it with him on a regular basis. He wasn't joining her in every single bath she took, but almost every Sunday for several months now, he was happy to slip into the comforting warmth of the water with her. After having some reservations at first, he now seemed to enjoy it at least as much as she did.
To be fair - often it's nothing but sex. He pleasures her with his fingers or penetrates her from behind when she sits between his legs, or she straddles his lap and rides him until the water spills over the edge of the tub and they both come.
But more and more frequently it's relaxation only, for the pure sense of being close to each other, of enjoying each other's presence without anything else to do or anywhere else to go. Because as much as they enjoy making love to each other, and as much as they want each other pretty much all the time, this is what they really learned to cherish over time.
Today is one of those days. Regardless of the fact that the mere contact with Donna's naked body gives Harvey a permanent half hard-on, it's all about the intimacy of being close and exchanging small caresses. The sexual part can wait, at least for now.
She's sitting in front of him, his legs bent on both sides of her body, her back resting against his chest as he hugs her from behind and lazily kisses her throat. She hums with closed eyes and strokes his thighs absentmindedly.
As always, Donna created a nice ambience with some lit candles and relaxing music in the background. She even applied a face mask (only to herself because Harvey refuses to do things like that).
Eventually, Harvey starts to playfully cover her boobs with the soft foam he collects from the water surface. She watches his movements and enjoys his featherlight touches on her sensitive skin. He's always been a boobs-guy, and he makes no secret of that at all. And god, how much she loves having him play with her breasts, even in this loving, non-sexual kind of way.
When her chest is fully covered in the white lather, he washes his hands clean under water and slowly begins to remove the foamy bubbles again, starting at her nipples before he moves on with the rest.
"Reminds me of whipped cream," he whispers low in her ear and she giggles.
He keeps going with his caresses, even long after her globes are bare again.
"Can you show me how to palpate your breasts?" he asks with a raw softness in his voice and her breath hitches in surprise.
He has seen her doing it herself in front of their bathroom mirror a few times already, appreciating the way she seemed to take care of her body and wellbeing. But he never did it himself. Not that he wasn't touching her breasts all the time anyway, but he reasoned from the way she systematically checked them up with skilled movements that these were two different things.
Being dumbfounded for a second, Donna agrees after fully processing his words. "Sure."
She takes her time, showing him the handles, demonstrating different methods and explaining what indurations and dents are normal and what things would be suspicious.
Listening carefully, Harvey asks a few questions and then begins to methodically and thoroughly palpate her breasts. She watches his hands on her skin with astonishment, completely stunned by his seriousness and attentiveness, and enjoys the feeling of being cared for this much.
Once he's finished with his examination, he hugs her upper body to pull her closer to his chest. "You're all good," he whispers in her ear and kisses her temple.
Turning to him, she smiles and says "That's the most loving thing anyone ever did to me."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm," she nods and he replies: "Well I'm glad I'm the one doing it then."
"Me too," she smiles as she places a soft kiss on his lips.