"It's too late for pizza, Harvey" she weakly protested when he'd brought it up.

"It's not too late. If anything, it's early" he secured an arm around her and pulled her closer into him as they lay in bed in the wee hours of the morning. "Plus, it's open 24 hours. And we just spent a lot of energy." He raised an eyebrow, smirking, his eyes lowering to her chest where the cover was just low enough for him to see her cleavage.

"I don't see you complaining" she bit her lip.

"I love making you spend that kind of energy"

He didn't really need to convince her, she was actually hungry too. So there they were, after having ordered, waiting for their pizza in bed, way past midnight.

Donna's upper body was now resting on his chest while he had one hand on her hip and another wrapped around her on her bare back.

"You asked for the yellow tomatoes?" She looked up at him.

"You know I did" he moved his hand to rub her back. "What is it with you and yellow tomatoes, anyway?"

"Why does it bother you that I like yellow tomatoes?" She found Harvey's curiosity into her likes and dislikes amusing but also sweet.

"It doesn't bother me, it's just weird" he liked knowing her tastes so much. He always had. Whether it was that shitty Thai place she loved or her beloved handbags. Because then, he'd get to appeal to them and very few things made him as happy as seeing Donna happy. She once pointed out to him when he was feeling a little insecure about having difficulty meeting her way of showing love that that was probably one of his love languages.

"You say that now, but I'll get you into it"

"I don't think so" he answered in his lawyer tone even though he knew very well she'd get him to like it eventually.

He felt her stir and make a motion to get up.

"What are you doing?" He softly asked.

"Food is almost here"

"How do you know?"

"Do you really have to ask?" She tilted her head to the side, shooting him an 'I'm Donna' look and he smiled in admiration of her ability to just know everything, even though it made sense since it had been a while since they had ordered.

"Well, it's not here yet, so we can still stay here in bed, like this, a little longer" he quirked an eyebrow holding her more firmly to keep her in place.

"Harvey!"

He didn't want to lose the proximity which made Donna smile at his suggestion. She leaned in for a quick kiss before she got up to peak through the window. Harvey instantly missed the contact of her body. She found the delivery guy parking on the other side of the street, in front of the building, a few stories down. "Pizza's here" she shuffled through some stuff to get some cash.

"Wait, you're not answering the door like that, are you?" His eyes went over her body.

"Yes, Harvey, I'm going completely naked, maybe I'll even ask him to join us" she teased.

Harvey smirked, even though the mere thought of Donna with another man made his blood broil. He even had a hard time coping with the fact that she'd been with other men before him, though he knew it wasn't fair.

Donna started to gather the blanket to wrap around her, getting ready to answer the door, Harvey's eyes never leaving her body.

"Hey, I have a better idea" he pulled a little at the cover getting a questioning look from her. He turned and reached for something near his side or the bed.

"Come here" he instructed once he turned back to her. Donna got on the bed and made her way to him on her knees. Harvey pulled out his shirt that he'd been wearing earlier that day with a smirk. She just looked at him a little confused, but smiling at his enthusiasm. He draped it around her shoulders and helped her to put her arms through it. He then started to button down starting with the one that landed on her breasts so she would show some cleavage. With each button he did, he placed a kiss on the area right before buttoning it, trailing down her belly. Donna was watching him and caught his gaze when he looked up briefly with a mischievous look on his face. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath and sweet wet kisses on her skin.

After that, he arranged the sleeves who were a bit too long by pulling them back so his initials aligned with her wrists. He took her hand and turned it over to look at the "H.S." resting on her arm. He loved the sight of her in his shirt. Not just because she was hot as hell in it, which she was. It was short enough that he could see her toned legs but big enough that it emphasized how much smaller than him she seemed. Not to mention Donna's chest in a button down shirt was always pleasant to look at. But most importantly, he liked the intimacy of it all. Her wrapped up in something of his reminded him of their proximity. Especially with the first letters of his names hugging her wrists, it demonstrated that she was his. Really his. No one else's. In the past, there had been other women who had worn his shirt after sex, but it had never felt the way it did when Donna was the one in his clothes. He felt an inexplicable pride almost. She embodied the piece of fabric with more than just sensuality, but with an ease like she'd always belonged. Harvey couldn't help but feel warm from seeing her walking around in what was his, proud of having her like this, with him, in a way he only ever dreamed of.

"There." He simply said. Donna also loved wearing anything of his. She liked how it smelled like him and reminded her of him.

"What are you thinking?" She could tell he got lost in thought.

"I like you in my shirt"

"Why?"

"It's sexy" he answered in a way that wasn't his usual teasing. Donna knew from his tone that there was more to what he'd said. She didn't know whether to push or not, until he went on. "I like having you like this." And she knew exactly what he meant without him having to elaborate. Harvey leaned in. "It shows you're mine" he whispered in her ear which sent goosebumps through her.

They got interrupted by a knock on the door indicating their pizza was here.

"I guess the person delivering will know it too" she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Wait, is it a man or a woman?"

"A man, why?"

"Shit" He started to quickly button the shirt where her cleavage was sowing which caused Donna to throw her head back laughing at his half joking attitude. "Okay, now you can go" he said once he'd button up one more button. Donna was still laughing when she got up and made her way to the door. As she was exiting the bedroom, Harvey was watching her walk away in his shirt, relishing the sight.