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twins
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They're at dinner with Louis and Sheila, a business trip having brought them back east for a long weekend.
It had been a lovely day of visiting everyone at the firm and as the day had settled to a close, Louis had demanded, much to Harvey's chagrin, that they join himself, Sheila and Lucy for dinner. One glance from Donna meant they were going and it was non-negotiable, even though all Harvey wanted to do was take her back to the hotel and spend the whole night with a naked Donna and room service.
It had turned out to be a low-key dinner with nothing but lovely conversation, though the entire evening Harvey had been running his hand up and down Donna's thigh, just little to close for comfort.
As desert finally arrived and Harvey's hand made it's way up the length of her thigh again, Donna finally smacked his hand away lightly under the table with a whispered, "I swear to God, if you don't behave."
"I'm just having a little fun, Donna," he said with a whispered smirk, Louis and Sheila clearly occupied arguing about which Harvard graduating class was the best.
"Yeah, well if you don't calm down, then the twins are not coming to visit you tonight," Donna sassed with a smirk, to which Harvey responded with a pout.
"Who are the twins?" Lucy questioned, eyes big and wide like saucers. "Would I like them?"
Every adult's eyes at the table shot up, with Harvey smirking uncontrollably and Donna shooting an apologetic glance to both Louis and Sheila. After a brief moment, Sheila cleared her throat and grabbed Lucy's hand, excusing themselves to the bathroom.
Once they were out of earshot, Louis glanced back at them with a stern look saying, "Seriously, Donna, I thought it would be Harvey bringing up your breasts at dinner, not you. Control yourself."
"Yeah, Paulsen, keep it in your pants," Harvey responded, with Donna shooting him a glare.
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