What Harvey Loves Most

They were snuggled on his couch, Donna wrapped in a blanket and using his lap as a pillow. They were meant to be watching Survivor after she had finally agreed to give his secret favourite show a chance.

Harvey thinks most people would assume his favourite thing that's changed between him and Donna, now that they're together, is the sex. And it's not like that isn't amazing. Not like he doesn't love being able to pour himself into, make her moan and whimper and beg under his touch. Because he does. Harvey loves being able to finally touch her and taste her and hold her. He can't get enough of it, takes his fill of her as many times a day as he can.

But it's actually moments like tonight that he loves the most. Little mundane, seemingly meaningless moments that actually mean so much. Because they had never been able to have them before, because more than anything, they were the things Harvey dreamt about when he thought of them together. In the past, the longing to experience her body again, the heated memories of the other time, might have been what usually released him before sleep. But when Harvey dreamt, he dreamt of softness, of simple things, of the joy in the ordinary. He dreamt of life with her.

He knows she's only pretending to watch the show, while actually looking at shoes on her phone, something he had soon learnt Donna spent an inordinate amount of time doing.

He didn't mind though, truthfully he was only half watching himself. Instead he found himself distracted by her hair splayed across his lap. He wound his fingers through the soft red locks, gently twisting and twirling it around his hands. Harvey had always loved her hair, always been drawn to it and he really loved that he was now free to tangle his fingers in it, both in soft tender moments like this, and during the heat of passion as well.

Donna hummed softly, a faint delicate sound, as he stroked his hands over her hair. She tilted her head back slightly, looked up at him and smiled. It was simple and quick, casual, but it still took his breath away. Still made his heart skip a beat in his chest.

He bent to her, brushed his lips softly against hers, capturing her bottom lip between his. It wasn't a kiss designed to lead to something more, was simply just a 'because I finally can' kiss.

And that's what Harvey loved the most. Just being with her. Because finally he could.