A/N: This is based on a prompt I saw a couple of months ago and it just wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you like it xx

bites & bruises

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She's aware he's been staring at her for the last few minutes or maybe even longer, but she felt his gaze burning into her the moment she woke up. Her limbs are still pleasantly heavy and boneless and she's content just lying here in the morning sun of Harvey's bedroom until he starts dropping kisses on her bare shoulders and arms. That's when she squirms, moving away from his gentle touch because it tickles.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greets her when she opens her eyes, squinting at him with tired eyes. She grunts but smiles because he's smiling at her, clearly in a good mood – and she knows why.

"Sleep well?"

"Hmm, I had a long night," she says, biting back a smile and a yawn as she thinks back to last night's activities.

It had been the anniversary of the day that she agreed to come work for him and they'd gotten carried away quite a bit. They'd always celebrated this day by going out for dinner, which they also did this time, only they also went home together afterwards. And damn had it been a satisfying feeling to do that after all these years of longing for more.

Harvey smirks and nuzzles his head in her neck, kissing her lazily before sucking on her pulse point, which sends a jolt of lightening between her legs. She hums and pulls him closer. Her legs wrap around his torso, her heels digging into his backside creating some friction between them, reminding her that she's still sore and a bit achy.

"It was one hell of a night," he whispers in a low voice, punctuating his words with a perfectly timed thrust of his hips and she moans as memories flood her brain.

The way his hips had grinded against hers relentlessly, almost possessively. Claiming and marking her as his in a way he never had before. Showing her that he didn't restrain himself in any way anymore and it had turned her on like nothing else, effectively ruining her for all eternity.

His mouth had been all over her, sucking and biting her sensitive skin, rolling her nipples between his teeth before biting down on them, making her scream before he'd soothed the abused spot with his tongue. It had gotten out of hand pretty quickly after that; one moment they were kissing hungrily, openly, feral, enjoying the way their flushed skin slid against one another, and the next he'd had her hands pinned above her head, thrusting in and out of her until she came all around him. He hadn't stopped there, still hard as steel and panting into her ear harshly, he'd told her to turn around on all fours, and she'd obliged. Feeling herself turn into jelly yet unable to stop begging for more because he made her feel everything she could only ever feel with him and for him.

Donna kisses him then, his mere presence enough to make her forget which time or day it is. Their tongues battle for dominance, the way they always do, and his growing erection pushes against her centre. Reality blinks out for a moment as they get lost in each other; they fit together perfectly, not just physically, but emotionally as well. They know each other inside out, know when to push and pull, to give and take, and last night had only highlighted and showcased that.

His hands grab at her waist, trying to find the hem of her top to take it off but she squirms suddenly, a high-pitched noise leaving her throat.

"Oww, Harvey," she complains, pushing him back onto his legs. His eyes shoot down to her hips where an angry red bruise is becoming visible on her pale skin.

"Shit, Donna, I'm so sorry," he says in a rush, clearly horrified at seeing what he'd done to her when things got primal last night.

She looks down to her hips, seeing the marks his fingers left on her skin and it sends an unexpected thrill through her body – she'd never let anyone mark her, the thought of anyone branding her had always been a turn off because it felt trashy and juvenile – so she's surprised that instead of feeling uncomfortable, she feels a surge of arousal course through her veins.

She's stroking over the abused spot when she notices the same marks, albeit lighter, on her wrists and her breath catches in her throat and she looks up at him, a smile playing on her lips.

The same can't be said for Harvey, however, whose eyes are dark and worried. He quietly pushes her hair away and notices a hickey on her neck.

Her hand shoots up to the skin of her neck, smoothing over the area he pointed at, feeling her skin prickle at the thought that he marked her in spots that she can only feel.

"I'm sorry," he says again. "I... I got carried away last night. I never should have–"

"Don't you dare feel bad," she interrupts him. "Last night was amazing and the last thing I want is for you to regret anything." Cupping his cheek, she draws him closer to press a kiss to his lips.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. If anything... it kind of turns me on," she admits, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He raises his eyebrows and she chuckles but becomes serious for another moment. "Last night was amazing and not just because of the sex. You don't hold back anymore when it comes to us… and that's the sexiest thing in the world to me."

"Is that so?" he smirks

She hums and her hand glides into his short, tousled hair, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss that hot and needy and forceful enough that he can't take control even if he tries.

"My turn."

A/N: I hope this wasn't too fluffy haha I'll be back with something angstier soon. Reviews and criticism are always very much appreciated. xx