The clock is almost striking midnight when she finally gets home from the theater rehearsal. Usually, the rehearsals don't take this long, but with the premiere of a new play coming up tomorrow, all the scenes have been practiced again and again and again. She loves acting, but right now she's beyond relieved to finally be home and get some rest. Her body is tense and a headache is looming behind her forehead. She can't wait to snuggle up to Harvey and leave the day behind.
Their apartment lies in darkness when she enters it, save for the bedside lamp on his side of the bed, which casts a faint stream of light across the living area. She expects him to still be awake, so she calls out for him. "I'm home."
When she receives no answer, she drops her purse onto the kitchen counter, kicks off her high heels and hangs her coat up on the wardrobe.
She pads over to the bedroom and a warm smile inevitably spreads across her face. The book he had apparently been reading lies open on his chest, the black reading glasses he's been wearing for a while now, and that she secretly loves, are still on his face. His hair is slightly mussed and his mouth forms a small pout.
The sight is simply adorable. Almost no one ever gets to see Harvey like this - fully relaxed and without his usual armor of confidence, boldness and pride. In the year that they've been together now she, of course, got to see him like this more and more often. But still - it sends a tingling through her whole body every single time, a feeling of pure warmth and affection.
She sneaks up to him, carefully takes the book from his hand and the glasses from his nose, and places both on the nightstand. She gently traces his moles and jawline with her thumb and gives him a small peck on the cheek which makes him purr softly in his sleep.
Then she switches off the bedside lamp and heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After changing into her pajamas, removing her makeup, brushing her teeth and hair, she applies some cream onto her face and creeps back into the bedroom.
Cautiously, she slips under the covers and curls up against him. Her arm wraps around his torso and she exhales deeply in relief. His body stirs beside her and he naturally reaches for her hand on his chest.
"Donna," he hums simply, squeezing her hand. "I'm here," she whispers back, burying her face into the crook of his neck. He lets out a contented sigh and soon they are both fast asleep.