Set during season 9

Since their relationship became what they always wanted, there was a constant slight worry in Harvey's mind. He was too used to living alone and feared that Donna wouldn't feel comfortable being in his condo. He was more than willing to do whatever it took to make her feel at home there, but he feared that his bachelor habits would ruin everything.

And Donna had noticed it after the first night they spent there and her heart melted a little to see how he cared about every little detail, but she didn't want Harvey to stop being Harvey. Donna was and is the only woman in his life who had never wanted to change him and she was comfortable with the simple fact that he was there with her, so she started making him notice with slight gestures and actions. Somehow she knew that just saying it wouldn't be enough.

The first thing she did was slip a few sets of underwear and some silk nightgowns into the same drawer where he kept his underwear. And when Harvey opened that drawer and for the first time saw some color amid his black underwear, the right corner of his lip rose unconsciously.

Harvey had bought her a toothbrush and freed up a shelf in his bathroom cabinet, so she could use it as she pleased. And he had really been surprised at the amount of hygiene and beauty products his girlfriend had put there. But what surprised him most was the moisturizer on her bedside table, along with tweezers and her polish. Her perfume and lipstick were already part of the decoration of the dresser in his room.

In addition, he had found earrings, rings, and necklaces on every surface of his place. He had even stuck an earring in his foot walking barefoot.

One day, he opened the kitchen cupboard and found the vanilla bottle she used for the coffee, and next to that horrible cup with fish that seemed to be one of her favorites for morning coffee. Also, Donna had put her favorite strawberry jelly in the fridge, and the yogurt she liked to drink before practicing yoga on his balcony, where there was now her purple mat.

Even one morning he had to sign to receive a package and the only thing he could find to do it was her 4-color Bic.

Suddenly, his entire condo had filled with small flashes, reminding him that he now shared life with his favorite redhead and that made him smile every time. Even so, a tiny doubt persisted in his mind.

It was the first time he entered his condo and found her there, sitting comfortably on his couch, barefoot, with a glass of wine and a book on her lap, when his heart began to calm down. Donna looked as relaxed as at home, even without him there, and that put a huge smile on his face.

"What? Aren't you used to coming home and having someone waiting for you?" she asks him with a tender grin on her lips, as she closes her book.

"No." He replies with a grin, walking towards her while she supports the glass on the coffee table. "But it's nice."

"Yes, I'd also think it's nice to walk into my place and find a woman like me." She responds with her classic self-confidence and stands up, enjoying his giggle. They shorten the distance until their bodies meet and she surrounds his neck with her arms, raising a little, standing on her tiptoes, to greet him with a kiss, while he attracts her more against him, wrapping her around her waist. "How did it go?" she asks, separating slightly from him and scratching the back of his head with her fingers.

"As well as it could go."

"Good." She grins at him slightly. "You pour yourself a drink and join me, then?"

A few minutes later, Harvey sits on one corner of the couch, and Donna in the opposite corner. She rests her back against the armrest and climbs her bare feet to Harvey's lap, who puts his warm hand on them and that makes her smile. Harvey finishes his glass of wine, feeling Donna's gaze running through his facial expression as he drags his fingertips across the skin of her feet, and once he leaves the glass on the coffee table, he directs both hands to her feet and begins gently massaging them. Donna purrs in response and closes her eyes, relaxing her shoulders with a smile on her lips.

Neither of them says anything for several minutes, where he massages her feet and she just enjoys it.

And that's when a memory hits Harvey. A long time ago, one night at his office, while they ate Thai buried in paperwork and Miles Davis played in the background.

Donna apologized to him for taking off her shoes, because she couldn't stand them anymore. Harvey simply nodded, and she confessed that she rarely wears shoes at home and that she enjoys being barefoot in places where she feels comfortable doing so, even in the homes of her closest family or friends. Because as much as her shoe collection is one of her most precious treasures, nothing was more comfortable than feeling the ground and carpets under her feet. And when he remembers it, he smirks so much that she hears him and opens her eyes.

"Why are you smiling like this?" she hums.

"I just remembered something."

"Can I know what?"

"You once told me that you like to be barefoot in places where you're comfortable." She nods with a smirk decorating her face, quickly understanding his point. "And you're always barefoot here."

"I do." She whispers with a smile, tilting her torso forward to be closer to him. Harvey grabs her hand, pulling her gently until she sits astride him, her hands on his nape and her forehead resting against his. "It's just that being here feels like being at home." She mutters as she feels the heat of his palms landing on her lower waist, with her gaze on his smile getting so big that makes his eyes smaller. "You feel like home for me, Harvey." She mumbles, rubbing his nose with hers.

"It seems that we finally found our way back home." He also murmurs, climbing his hands on her back.

"We did." She responds and presses her lips against his.