printer

"Donna!"

Rolling her eyes, she gets up from her perch at the kitchen counter and strides her way into the office. "You yelled?"

"The printer's not working," he says, frustration evident in his tone and on his face.

"Okay," she nods.

"Donna," he whines, the frustration falling into full blown pouting now.

"Harvey," she teases.

"Donna, come on," he pleads, clearly losing patience with her teasing.

"What's the magic word?" She says, looking down at him in his office chair.

He just stares her down for a few moments, glaring at her in annoyance while still pouting, which is a feat in and of itself, before he finally sighs and whispers, "Please."

She laughs triumphantly, leaning down toward the printer, hits a few buttons and then they both hear it whirring to life as it prepares to print his brief.

As it starts printing, she's still smirking like she'd just won the lottery, fighting back laughter, following it with a hand across his cheek and a kiss to the pout still residing on his lips.

Having solved the problem at hand, she turns on her heels to head out of the office but she doesn't miss him whisper out, "I hate that you have so much power over me."

"No you don't," she sing-songs back to his direction.