anal

He was just full of surprises these days.

Spur of the moment proposal, impromptu wedding and then to top it off a surprise honeymoon to Italy.

So, not even a week after they said I do, here they found themselves meandering across the streets of Venice, stuffing themselves full of delicious food and wine and gelato.

She's surprised it only took three days for them to overdo it, with Donna waking up the morning of their third day with a headache pounding in the trenches of her mind. Water, she has to remember to drink more water.

Refusing to rest given their location, they headed straight from the hotel that morning to the pharmacy to try and get her some relief so they could make the most of their day.

Perusing the aisles of the pharmacy, Harvey in full protection mode, is picking up bottle after bottle attempting to make sense of each ingredient.

Finally arriving at what appears to be painkillers, he continues skimming each package to see what he can make of it, Donna next to him clutching his arm in both of hers. Next thing she hears is a snort of shock coming from him.

"What?"

Turning the bottle toward her, he announces, "ANAL-what?"

Donna, rolling her eyes even though it makes her head pound, she tells him to get it together and google it to check. Finding out it's what she needs, they turn and head to the counter to pay, Harvey smirking all the while.

"I'd put that smirk away," she teases, "or that bottle is as close to anal as you're gonna get this weekend."

He's not so smug after that.