Soft/Hard
(Because Harvey gets soft when he's hard...)
Harvey's had a lot of sex in the past, with a lot of different women. That fact was what it was, he can't change it. But it had always just been about the act of sex. Touching, pressing, tasting, bodies moving together in a simple quest for pleasure and release. It had never felt like anything deeper. Not with any of the women he'd slept with, one time flings or more serious relationship attempts.
But with Donna, like everything else, sex feels completely and entirely different. Unlike anything Harvey has ever experienced before. Every time he moves inside her body feels momentous, like it holds some greater meaning than just sex. Because it isn't sex, it's making love and he's never done that before. Not until he knocked on her door, equally terrified and ready, and Donna took his hand in hers and pulled him into her bedroom and her body and her heart.
The emotion he feels sometimes is overwhelming. More than once he's cried and it makes him feel like a fucking idiot. He had always rolled his eyes at scenes like that in movies in the past, never understood how something that felt so good and pleasurable could make someone want to cry.
The first time it happened, the first time the bubble of all he was feeling burst and slipped its way out of him in the form of tears, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, confused and embarrassed. But Donna just pulled his face back to hers, kissed his tears from his cheeks as she shed some of her own. She whispered into his ear and against his skin just how much she loved him, all the hows and whys, as she encouraged him to move with the tilt of her hips.
When he finally came undone and spilled himself inside her he had never in his whole life felt so completely and utterly enveloped in love and the absolute certainty that she was his forever.