A/N: Nothing to see here, except some sensual Darvey smut to brighten your morning/afternoon/evening/night :D
Once more, this oneshot wouldn't be what it is without the incredible work and help of Nanna and Caro, who for whatever reason never tire of my outpours and mistakes. I love you both so very much XXX
Relax
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The apartment is eerily quiet and empty when Donna arrives at home. She'd have bet a lot of money that she would find Harvey in front of the fireplace, waiting for her with scotch or red wine at the ready so that they could start winding down from the day that they'd had. It's become one of their favorite things to do since their move to Seattle; especially now that the days are short and rainy and blegh.
Which is why her forehead crinkles in confusion when she doesn't find Harvey where she had expected to, and while she hangs her coat onto the wardrobe, she tries to remember if he had told her that he would go boxing or needed to run some errands before he went home. Her mind comes up empty, though, as she walks past the empty kitchen and through the darkened living room. Only when she's about to reach the hallway, does Donna finally hear and see the first signs of life; when soft but dulled melodies come traveling down the hallway and a dimmed light shines on the wooden floor beneath the bedroom door.
It wasn't like Harvey to go to bed without her (no matter how much later she came home after him, on the rare occasion that it happened), and the fact that he seemed to have done so tonight only furthers Donna's confusion. Quickly shaking her head at the worries swelling inside of her, she sprints down the corridor and opens the door; carefully, out of fear she could wake him.
When Donna pokes her head through the door, however, the sight before her is enough to transform her nagging confusion into elated surprise. Harvey had indeed retreated to bed without her, but sleep seems to be the last thing on his mind, as he stares up from his cellphone with a sheepish smile on his face.
On any normal day, the sight of her husband dressed down in his favorite black pair of sweatpants and one of his old Harvard t-shirts would be enough to make her heart stutter and her body tingle. Because even after all this time, she still can't quite believe that they've made it this far; and it's always the smallest things that make her the happiest.
Tonight, it's the sight of him and everything that surrounds him. The candles and the music and the incense stick smoldering on her nightstand. It's the little flames dancing alongside the window sills, and it's the scent of lavender and cardamom instantly engulfing her in a blanket of peace, and it's the towel spread out on her side of the bed and the tiny bottle lying beside it.
And it is his smile that turns softer when he gets up from bed, when he carelessly throws his cell phone onto his pillow before he walks over to where Donna is still rooted in her spot.
"There you are," he says and releases a sigh that sounds a lot like relief. "I thought I needed to send a search party for you."
His words elicit a chuckle that tickles her vocal cords and she brings her palms up to rest against his chest.
"I'm sorry," Donna says and leans in to connect their lips in an unhurried kiss.
Harvey's arms sneak around her waist and pull her against him tighter. Some of the tension inside her dissolves just like that and Harvey catches her when she sinks further into his embrace.
"Could you fix the payroll problem?" Harvey asks a few moments later, loosening his grip around Donna in order to caress a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Donna nods in reply. "We could, yeah. But this entire week has been born in hell, I swear."
"I know," Harvey sighs, his lips curving into a compassionate smile. "But it's only one more day until the weekend."
"Thank God for that," Donna returns, smiling at him as kicks off the pumps that had been torturing her feet for sixteen hours straight.
"Anyway… what's all this?" Donna asks, her finger quickly circling the room. "Are you having a party without me? I always knew you secretly liked my yoga music."
Harvey lets out a huff, as he shakes his head in amusement. "I can turn it off, you know," he says, the twitching of his lips belying the warning flickering in his eyes.
Instead of saying anything in return, Donna captures his lips in another kiss. He's eager to respond but keeps it slow and gentle, while his thumb softly caresses her cheek. The affectionate connection dissipates another chunk of her tension and could have done so even more if Harvey hadn't broken away soon after.
"I thought you could use a little stress relaxation," he says, putting his hands on her shoulders to gently turn her around.
"You usually run me a bath in that case," she says, not that he needs the reminder.
"I know. I thought we'd try something different today," he returns and slowly begins to unzip her dress.
It's not like they haven't given each other the occasional shoulder rub before, after long and stressful days or during stolen lunch breaks; when the pressure runs so high that it petrifies their backs and necks. But this here, the full-blown spa version of a massage, that is new and makes Donna's heart leap in her chest.
"You said the other day that you'd love to go on a spa trip just to catch a break…," Harvey murmurs, still working on her zipper in that devoted way he always treats the act. "And we're still gonna do that soon, I promise." She can feel more and more air hitting her bare back. "For tonight, though, this will have to do." And with that, her ruby-colored dress falls away and in its place, Harvey covers her skin with a handful of lingering kisses. Goosebumps instantly erupt all over her body and a languorous shiver runs down her spine.
He breaks away way too soon and Donna moans at the loss of contact and his warming body heat. Donna's reaction triggers a breathy laugh but he seems to be unstoppable in his quest; gently tapping against the side of Donna's leg as a sign for her to step out of her dress. He quickly places it over the back of the chair in the corner before he returns to the spot behind her.
His hands are back on her body, as he carefully but intently moves her towards the bed. Without another word, she follows Harvey's lead and crawls on top of the plushy towel that he had spread out for her.
"Get comfortable," he says, his voice equally soft and assertive.
"And you're sure you know what you're doing?" Donna asks, shifting around until she finds the perfect position.
"I've watched a few videos, don't worry," Harvey chuckles as he sits down beside her.
"What... on pornhub?" Donna returns, twisting her head to look at him with pretend shock.
Harvey rolls his eyes at her exasperatedly, as his mouth morphs into a smirk.
"I think we can both agree that we're more classy than that."
She smiles knowingly at him before she rests her head on the mattress again. Her eyes draw close on their own accord, while the calming melodies wash over her and unfold their soothing effect.
Behind her, she can hear Harvey take a deep breath, and seconds later his hands are on her back once more. With a flick of his fingers, he opens the strapless bra and the fabric drops to the mattress on either side of her chest. Then he's hovering above her, as he reaches for the tiny bottle lying beside her. His t-shirt slides over her back and instantly goosebumps rouse her flesh in excitement. Excitement that intensifies that much more when the bottle gets popped open and when Harvey squeezes the liquid into his hands. She can hear how he carefully rubs his palms to heat the oil and his skin before he brings them to her body once more. The initial contact startles her for a heartbeat but ever so quickly her skin welcomes the familiar touch.
The hour that follows feels like tiny orgasms on all of her senses. The soft tunes are as relaxing as Harvey's concentrated and rhythmic breathing, and the scent of lavender and cardamom mixing with the rose oil gently caresses her nostrils and spreads peace inside.
The sensation overpowering it all, though, is Harvey's expert touches all over her back. He had begun with careful strokes of his palms, taking his time to disperse the slippery liquid all over her while giving her more time to relax and to get used to the touch before he properly started.
Properly starting means Harvey getting up from his sitting position soon after, moving to kneel and hover above her in order to be able to exert more strength. His gentle caresses now blur into intentional touches, as he works his way from muscle to muscle.
With every minute that ticks by, the stress of the day dissolves under her husband's skillful ministrations. The hardness in her shoulders and neck slowly dissipates and the knots along her shoulder blades are kneaded into submission by his tireless thumbs sliding over them.
Donna thinks she might be transported to heaven and thinks that who even needed spa retreats if you had a Harvey at home, and her heart fills all over again with how blessed and grateful she is that they are what they are, and that they have what they have. Her entire system - body and mind - slows down, until all that remains is relaxation and the sensation of her husband's hands sliding over her skin. Sliding, and pressing; evoking pain when a muscle is extra resistant but then quickly morphing into pleasure when Harvey's gentle persistence forces another knot into surrender.
Through it all, not once do his movements stray from its purpose nor do they turn into something that isn't strictly enhancing the experience of the massage. Even without looking at him, Donna can practically see Harvey chewing his lip in concentration while he focuses on that single goal he had set out to achieve.
She loves him even more for it; loves that he gets her when she doesn't say a word and loves that he takes care of her and puts her first. She loves that he is everything she always knew he could be and it makes her fall in love with him more and more with every day he is by her side. She loves that he makes her smile, and that sometimes he makes her cry, and she loves above all else that he makes her happy and way happier than she could have ever dreamed of being. She loves him and she loves them and their life, and in this very moment, more than anything, she loves his hands that are bringing her peace.
She loves him for that, and she loves him for everything, and though his touches and presses and slides aren't teasing or seductive; the love that burns through her desperately makes her want them to be.
Releasing a sigh - that would surely have been a moan had Donna added volume to it - she tries to hold still for a little while longer. She feels herself already losing all sense of space and time as it is, but with that new fire coursing through her, it gets even harder to hold on.
Lucky for her, though, it isn't much later before Harvey's ministrations turn into softer caresses once more and this time a low moan escapes her lips after all. It's rewarded with a low chuckle from Harvey, who sits down beside her again. His palms come to rest on her shoulder blades while he leans in to press a kiss against the back of her head.
They don't move for at least four heartbeats or five, Harvey breathes her in while Donna basks in the afterglow of his massage.
"You good?" he whispers, and his words travel hotly through her hair and over her skin.
"Hmm," Donna sighs and slowly turns around.
Harvey greets her with a smile, and his eyes are warm and caring as he looks down at her.
"Thank you, Harvey," she breathes and a twinning smile appears on her face. "Who knew you were hiding such talents inside of you."
Harvey's laugh mixes with the music that is still filling the air, creating an even more intoxicating melody that has Donna sitting up and closing the distance between them. With his emanating body heat, Donna all of a sudden becomes hyper-aware that she is almost naked; though Harvey doesn't seem to notice or care, as he firmly holds her gaze.
"I guess you didn't watch your tutorials on pornhub after all," Donna muses and Harvey shakes his head in amusement.
"You're an idiot," he mimics her favorite endearment for him, and in return, Donna's hands cup his cheeks to pull him into a kiss, that isn't really a kiss but two smiling faces squished together.
Harvey breaks away soon after, looking at her apologetically.
"I'll be right back. I gotta go wash my hands before I'll make a mess," he says and pecks her lips again quickly; then moving away from her to get up.
"Not so fast, Mister," Donna stops him and grabs his t-shirt before he gets too far.
"Donna," Harvey chuckles, "there is oil all over my hands."
"I don't care," she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes, while her hands slip under his maroon-colored shirt.
"Donna," he tries again, his voice deepening when she slides his t-shirt up and over his head.
He looks after the fabric as it falls to the floor before his eyes find hers again and the expression on his face morphs into a reluctant one.
"I did not give you a massage so that it would lead to this," he says, leaning back slightly.
"I know, Harvey." She smiles at him gratefully. "And I love you for it," she says, letting her hand slide over his chest in tantalizing circles. "But I still want you."
He watches her curiously, while he slowly begins to lean in and she meets him halfway in their endeavor to fuse their lips.
"You sure... you don't want to… relax?" he murmurs in between kisses and against her lips, and his words stop her traveling hands and make her pull away.
"Am I actually having to convince you to have sex with me right now?" Donna asks, her left eyebrow arched in surprise and amusement.
Harvey's momentary hesitation almost makes her believe that that's what it would take but it's then that his face breaks into a sheepish smile and delivers Donna from the first flickers of shock.
"Well…," he begins, and his voice is dropping an octave, "if you insist."
Instead of kissing him again, Donna gracefully sinks back down onto the bed and it's the first time that Harvey allows himself to take in her half-naked form. His eyes darken noticeably as his gaze rakes over her, and when it meets hers again, he gets up from the bed.
Not breaking eye-contact once, Donna watches with hooded eyes as Harvey strips himself of his sweatpants and boxer briefs without hesitation. The candlelight is illuminating his toned body in a golden hue and the sight alone is sufficient to send liquid heat straight to her core. He is still holding her gaze when he takes a step towards the bed but before he joins her, he hooks his fingers under her panties and quickly slides them down her slender legs. The sensation of the fabric gliding over her skin further feeds the ever-present hunger that they are never able to fully quench.
Only when the last barrier between them is gone, does Harvey finally crawl on top of her like a tiger closing in on his prey. Before he is able to settle against her more fully, though, Donna uses his moment of repose to wrap one leg around him, spinning them around until he lands on his back.
His eyes shoot up at her in surprise but he doesn't say a word while Donna settles on top of him instead. She can instantly feel his length twitch against her behind and she slides backward just another inch to heighten the pressure.
A different kind of tension grows then, takes hold of their bodies, and of the space in-between. A tension that never loses its power, no matter how often they find each other caught in it, and a tension they crave as much as the release that it brings.
Donna holds his gaze as the brown in his eyes melts into darkness under the intensity that swirls around them. Without looking away, she reaches for the bottle Harvey had used on her only a short while ago and she drips a few drops on his chest before she puts the container away.
For a second she thinks that Harvey wants to say something but once her palms begin to spread the oil on his chest, he is rendered speechless and immobile beneath her hungry touch. The liquid makes it an easy and effortless undertaking and Donna relishes in the feeling of his muscles dancing under her fingertips.
Ever since their move to Seattle, Harvey has used some of the additional spare time to go boxing regularly again. It had taken a while but once the effect had begun to shine through, Donna had fallen in love with his physique even more than she had already been before. She loves that it still didn't turn him into a brawny bodybuilder, but the defined contours that are visible beneath his skin never fail to set her insides on fire.
Shee traces those contours now, slippery fingers sliding along the muscles of his chest before they circle the bumps and valleys of his stomach. His eyes close, as he visibly relishes in Donna's caresses. Her hands glide up his sides and then back to his chest, where they start their journey anew. Starting at his nipples this time around, she teases them until they are hard and yearning for her attention even more. And Donna gives it to them; varying between soft caresses and gentle flicks of her fingers, and every now and then carefully but intently scratches over them.
She can feel him steadily grow harder against her butt and his ardent reaction to her explorations sends another wave of heat to pool between her legs. She presses down on him, looking for some kind of relief and he presses up into her, needing the very same. A low moan escapes her at the contact and a matching growl falls from Harvey's lips.
Her hips begin to glide back and forth shallowly, trapping his burgeoning hardness between them, while her hands continue to roam. Up and down, and from left to right; leaving burning trails as she connects one mole with the next until it feels like he is burning up with the fire she unleashes on his glistening body.
Harvey has started to watch her again, his eyes now coal-black despite the dim and warm light surrounding them. Donna holds his gaze for a moment, then lets it travel over his golden skin once more, and she wonders if he has ever looked more attractive than he does right then. Her gaze follows her hands and her hips begin to rotate with more intent and all too soon it becomes all too much.
That's when her eyes find his again, and when they lock all movements cease. With her hands pressed firmly against his chest, covering the spot beneath which his heart is thumping wildly against her palms, Donna murmurs a quiet but affectionate "I love you".
The words reverberate through the room and their echoing energy spurs Harvey into action. Both of his hands reach for her waist and he holds onto it as he brings himself into an upright position. Donna still slightly towers above him but they are close enough now to kiss.
She hadn't realized just how much she had missed his lips until they finally reconnect, and it's instantly heated and hungry, robbing them of their breaths. His hands begin to glide over her back, that's still slippery and smooth and his touch is like feathers and fire all the same.
His legs spread out behind her and her own wrap around his waist and with every inch they move, they do so to align their centers for the ultimate connection. Needing to make sure, just as he always does, one of Harvey's hands sneaks its way between them to see if she is ready for him; and a raspy growl tumbles from his lips when he finds that she is.
"I need you now," Donna croaks, the pressure of his thumb against her bundle of nerves almost enough to make her come apart right then and there.
"I need you always," he returns, his voice hoarse and deep and full of desire.
And then there is no more talking when their bodies come together, at last; a sensual massage all of its own. Their arms are wrapped around each other tightly, as they slowly begin to move. Harvey's lips are hot against her neck, gently sucking and eliciting goosebumps to blanket her skin. Donna's hands in return slide through his hair, holding him to her while her mouth is pressed against his forehead.
They fall into a steady rhythm; sometimes pressed together as tightly as humanly possible, other times with enough space between them so Harvey can worship her breasts; and he does so with passionate vigor that drives her insane. Every suck and every nibble sets off tiny explosions in her core and Donna has to anchor herself to his shoulders or the brewing storm would undoubtedly carry her away.
Its first electric currents are already tangible, the sensations prickling on their skin as their rocking motions grow in vigor and lose in finesse. Heavy exhales and breathy groans swell in volume, as they reverberate through the room and drown out the yoga music they, at this point, had forgotten all about.
Sweaty and slick, their bodies slide effortlessly and salaciously, and despite them having done a lot and tried a lot, in this very moment Donna thinks that being with Harvey has never felt as intense as it does right now. It might just be her hormones or the endorphins wreaking havoc in her bloodstream, and either way, she doesn't care, because Harvey is filling her and wrapped around her, his breath on her skin and his scent in her nose, one hand in her hair and one squeezing her butt, and it's all too much and her thoughts all but vaporize in the wildfire they are creating.
It's minutes or hours later when Donna can't take any more, and though Harvey had just begun to do more of his wonderful magic to her nipples, she has to break away. He looks at her confused, but when she places her hands on the space between his legs behind her, her intention becomes instantly clear to him.
The changed angle and position allow Donna to put more strength and vigor into her movements, and Harvey groans once more as Donna speeds up their rhythm and pushes them towards the cliff of their ecstasy without any more hesitation. Instead of his mouth, it's now his hands that caress her breasts, squeezing and massaging, his fingers rolling her nipples sending even more electricity through her system and to that place where they are joined.
Their eyes are locked and the way his face tenses tells her that Harvey is nearing the brink as well, as his hips jerk up and into her as much as he can in the position he's in. Placing one arm behind him for better leverage as well, his other one finds her center and begins to rub his thumb over her clit in time with his thrusts into her core.
And then there is only heat and light and energy, a ball so bright it's blinding and growing in her belly until it breaks through her skin and explodes into a million stars. Only distantly, she can feel Harvey still thrusting into her and his thumb sliding and circling and making her fly through time and space in a seemingly never-ending journey. Her body shakes with the intensity rushing through her and her arms are wobbly and about to give in, when Harvey quickly retrieves his hand from her core. Instantly wrapping it around her waist, he pulls her into him and holds her close as he strokes into her one last time, and finally lets go.
Harvey's lips are pressed against her shoulder while he rides out his own orgasm and she clenches her walls around him to hold him as tightly inside of her as Harvey holds her to him.
It takes them both a good long while until strength and consciousness have returned to their bodies and minds, and only when it has, do they begin to untangle themselves from their intimate embrace. Practically boneless, Donna falls onto her side of the bed and sighs and Harvey wraps himself around her, as always, not wanting to let go of her just yet.
The relaxing music comes back to them now and the scent of lavender and cardamom, of rose oil, and their love is thick and heavy in the air. It's a heady mix, further fogging their minds as Harvey pulls the blanket from his side of the bed over their glistening bodies.
"The bed is gonna be a mess tomorrow," Harvey murmurs into the hollow of her neck.
"I don't care… I'll change the sheets in the morning," Donna says drowsily.
"Or we could just take a quick sho-"
"Not in a million years," Donna groans, sinking deeper into her pillow and further into Harvey's arms. "I'm too relaxed now," she sighs and stifles a yawn.
Harvey chuckles, though it actually sounds more like a raspy exhale. "Had I known that making love to you is all it takes to relax you, I would have saved myself the trouble of giving you an hour-long massage," Harvey says and teasingly squeezes her shoulder.
Donna huffs a laugh and weakly slaps a hand against his chest.
"You're an idiot," she murmurs, and while she would have loved to prolong their afterglow for a little while longer, sleep is already heavy on her eyelids. "I love you, Harvey."
He quietly laughs once more and presses his lips against her shoulder. "I love you, too."
Donna can barely twist her head to place a kiss on his forehead before sleep sends her into oblivion - forever sated and relaxed in her husband's embrace.
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A/N: I hope you feel as relaxed as Donna after this but if you have a little strength (and time) left, I'd be forever grateful to hear your thoughts :) Thank you so much for your continued support, every review and favorite and like and retweet mean the world to me and I'll never be able to thank you all enough! XXX