vibrator

"Harvey 2.0."

He groans in response while she giggles uncontrollably.

"Donna, please tell me that's not seriously what you named your vibrator."

He's propped up in bed and she's laying on his chest, both spent from a night of no clothes and heavy breathing. It's one of those nights where they're just sitting up together, talking about everything and nothing, the way only best friends turned forever can do.

Turning to rest her chin on his chest, meeting his eyes, she smiles so bright that he knows she's serious.

"You should be flattered," she says with a smirk. "He works hard and can go all night."

"Oh, really?" He says, fighting a laugh.

"Definitely," she sasses back.

"I work harder," He says, pulling her underneath him reveling in the squeal that squeaks out from the back of her throat.

He'll even go all night he has to.