HI Folks! Here's the next chapter in my rework story of the tree house. Just a warning this gets a little more M towards the end. I hope you like this chapter and thank you for the reviews. Thank you for the reviews to the first chapter. I am so glad it is being received. Please let me know what you think of the progress and the more expanded version. Love-Carebearmaxi.

The Tree House in the Specters' Backyard -

Chapter 2 - Love and Understanding

Finally, the tree was trimmed. It was late and the children had gone to bed. Kenzie, being a little minx in the process, gave her daddy a hard time as he read to her "I Think My Grandpa Might Be Santa". As he read, he thought of Jacob Paulsen, Donna's uncle, who stood in for Donna's deceased father and thought that he would fit the bill for Santa being round and wearing a white beard.

"Daddy, again!"

"No, three times is enough, sweetie." Harvey kissed his youngest's forehead and covered her up tight.

"Night pumpkin," Harvey said calling Kenzie by his special nickname for her.

He checked on the other two children and was happy to see both children had been so exhausted from all the excitement surrounding the treehouse and decorating the house for Christmas that they had worn themselves out. He carefully closed their bedroom doors partway. He went downstairs and saw a trail of candles beginning with the living room. There was a note propped against the balsam scented Yankee Candle jar sitting on the fireplace mantle.

Harvey opened the note and recognized his wife's handwriting:

"Follow to the next candle for a present…Love…your Christmas admirer."

So, Harvey smiled and was intrigued. He looked around to find Donna, but she was nowhere in sight. Folding the note, he did as the note commanded and found the next candle in a sconce on the dining room table shining like a beacon in the dark. He could almost hear it calling his name. Harvey's amusement grew. Again, there was another note.

Harvey unfolded this note also. Donna's favorite scent pervaded the room and filled his head with sweet memories of previous nights and wishes for what lie at the end of this tantalizing journey. This time a small gift box sat beside the note . He wondered if he should open it until he read the note:

"Open the box and follow to the next candle…Love…your Christmas admirer."

Harvey opened the box and in it was a brand-new wedding band encrusted with diamonds sitting in split bands of gold. Harvey had never removed his original platinum wedding ring, but this one was even more special as they had just recently reconciled from a four-month separation. This meant that Donna had finally fully forgiven him for his small indiscretion. He smiled as he closed the box and eyed his next destination. He went forward eagerly.

Harvey found the next candle blowing in the gentle wind outside in the lantern on the wooden terrace picnic table. In front of this light there was also another note this time taped to the front of the lantern so it would not blow away in the outside air. Harvey removed the note, and his heart fluttered when he read it:

"Come to the treehouse for a surprise…Love…your wife."

Harvey folded the note and placed it in his parka jacket pocket. He picked up the lantern to find his way to the tree. He then climbed the few steps of the ladder to the treehouse and stopped when he looked in the doorway. There he saw Donna sitting on the floor of the treehouse dressed in her faux Mink fur. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her. Her feet were encased in high sparkly heels she used for parties. She was wearing a long gown. Her dark scarlet negligee with the spaghetti straps if he was not mistaken. Her flame colored tresses looked lush and surrounded her face. She was wearing the diamond drop earrings he had bought her for their honeymoon so many years ago. Her eyes dark dots in the dim light emanating from the small tea light sitting in the middle of a turned up crate. Moonlight also shown in the cutout window of the small abode and reflected on the bottle of wine and glasses Donna had apparently set out for them.

"I feel underdressed. I am still wearing work boots," Harvey stated as he climbed the rest of the way in through the door. Feeling like a large bear dressed in his wintry wardrobe, he crawled the short distance to Donna and took his place on the other side of the table.

"I have to say, Harvey, you know how to keep a girl waiting. I was afraid I would need to use a flashlight for you to find me. This little candle has almost burned itself out."

Donna poured Harvey a glass of wine. She handed it to him. The wine looked black as the shadows on the wall.

"You look so beautiful," Harvey said taking a sip of the wine. He had taken a glance of the bottle and knew this event must be special because this was Donna's favorite wine. God how could I ever think for one minute that I would want another woman. I didn't really and that was the whole cause of the misunderstanding between us he thought. Harvey's lips were suddenly dry, and his heart was pounding like it had not pounded in a long time. He knew there were still things they had to say to each other. He knew Donna still felt insecure about him. Harvey knew he needed to reassure her and to acknowledge that her flirting with the newly divorced neighbor up the street made him jealous.

"May I ask why you are so dressed up?" Harvey wondered. "Did I miss an invitation to a party?"

Donna took a sip of wine and shook her head back and forth, "Not exactly. No."

Then putting her glass on the makeshift table, she turned to her side and looked her husband in the eye. "Yes. Well, the invitation was for me. It was from George down the street; and I was going to tell you about it because I originally told him I would be there. However, now that you're back home I thought we should have our own party. So, I dressed up tonight especially for you because this is a celebration…a rekindling."

"A celebration? Rekindling. That sounds interesting," Harvey grimaced taking another sip of wine with his eyes never leaving his wife's face or the tantalizing glimpse of a breast escaping from the folds of her coat.

"Yes," Donna answered deeply. "It is a rekindling of us."

"I thought we took care of that in the elevator at the firm last week?" He said with a raised eyebrow and in that deep incredibly erotic voice he exuded when seducing her.

Donna placed her wineglass on the table and shifted from sitting to kneeling. It was the highest either could stand being tall and the treehouse being built for their children. She crawled to where Harvey sat. She nudged his legs apart so she could kneel between them.

"Harvey, you've been home only a week and I just wanted to show you how much I love you being home and to rekindle our relationship and renew "us".

"You didn't have to dress up for me to do that. I like you naked," Harvey growled and reached for her.

Donna crawled into his arms and stood on her knees as they kissed. His lips were soft yet a little dry from the cold air but that just sent more shivers down her spine. She breathed in as their kiss became deeper. Harvey's scent was a heady mix of the wintry air, his aftershave, and a little bit of his own musky sweetness. On her tongue, Donna tasted the wine they drank as she felt his probing tongue touch the inside of her mouth. In response she kneeled a little more straight and holding his head caressed it running her long wanting fingers over his hair. She kept her touch feathery soft and touched him reverently but with need. She looked down as he opened her coat and jerked his head back as he looked at the gown. He frowned at her.

"Is this new? I thought you were wearing your red negligee."

"Harvey, I don't own a red negligee. That must belong to one of your other women," she joked softly the banter still edgy between them.

Harvey smirked at his wife. "I don't have other women."

Smiling back with her head tilted and her eyes flickering up to his she understood she had wounded him with that remark. She narrowed her eyes, leaned forward and took his face tenderly in her hands. Focusing on his sweet lips she kissed him to let him know she was sorry for her sarcastic remark.

When she was finished savoring his lips, she explained, "In answer to your question, this is not really new. I bought it a few months ago when we first separated for a benefit that my friend Doreen heads."

"That's the event you went to when you called Louis to babysit," Harvey said with light anger brightening his dark eyes. "You called Louis instead of calling me. I am their father, after all."

"Ah..." Donna drawled. "Yes, I did. You were the last person I wanted to see. I was still furious with you. Anyhow, I figured you missed the chance of seeing me looking fabulous in it and I really wanted you to see what you missed," Donna said smiling and then kissing him again.

She whispered in his ear. "Do you like?"

His eyebrow went up and he whispered back. "Very much. I'd rather see you out of it, if you know what I mean, Mrs. Specter."

The dim light caught the stones in Harvey's new wedding band.

"I see you found your Christmas present."

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful. I have your present but it's under the tree."

She pulled him closer to her body by his shoulders . She looked into his eyes.

"You're all the present I need, Harvey. I love you so much."

"I love you, too. When I think about what I almost did-"Harvey said taking her face in his hands.

"You didn't. You didn't screw up. Almost but you didn't, and I know you never will get that close again."

There was a moment where they just looked into each other's eyes and their desire to be as one swelled. Donna eventually looked away to the other wall and then lowered her eyes while making circles on his jean covered thigh.

She swallowed hard with emotion forming a lump in her throat. She loved him so much and was so happy he was back, but there was still an elephant in the room.

"Besides, your behavior was not entirely your fault. I hadn't exactly been an excited lover."

"Donna," Harvey warned. He put his hand on top of hers and stopped it from creating circles of flame on his thigh. He closed his eyes briefly and then looked deeply into hers as his hand reach out and turned her eyes to look at him.

"Let's not talk about it right now. There's really no need," Harvey said softly drawing her softly to him and kissing her forehead.

She drew back stiffly.

"No, Harvey, I need to talk about it," Donna said softly but with a force that Harvey could not mistake. His hand was still at her cheek. She drew it away taking his hand in hers and held it on her kneeling thighs.

" What happened between us was not all on you. I know I blamed you for our separation and hated how you kissed another woman and if Zoe hadn't noticed your wedding ring you would have taken her to bed."

"Donna, I-" Harvey began.

She kept a strong hold on his hand, but with her other she placed it softly on his mouth to quiet him from arguing with her.

"No, Harvey, please let me finish. I just wanted you to know that in looking back our separation was not all your fault."

Harvey looked away. He really did not want to hear how she was going to blame herself. He saw tears brimming in her eyes. He kissed her forehead again.

"Donna, I know you were hurting, but I didn't realize how desperately you were hurting. Our desire for one another is not something that I take lightly. I was hurt that you didn't want me, but I should have been more understanding of what losing a baby did to you. It was no excuse for me to react the way I did."

"Harvey, losing the baby hurt so much. I was so depressed and I was torn between wanting to make a baby but afraid...afraid...I've never been so afraid in my life except becoming pregnant and losing another child...well, as much as I wanted to make love with you and refused you. It was not you. I could never not want you, but if I got pregnant again, I didn't have the heart to lose another one. It was my second miscarriage, you know. No matter how long ago the first one was each one still hurts."

Harvey did not know what to say. He hated to see Donna blame herself for anything. Her distaste of loving him physically during that time was so odd he remembered thinking. Donna had wanted to explain all this not too long ago, but their reunion was so filled with him spending time with the children and getting ready for Christmas that he swept it under the carpet of his brain. He could forgive her anything as apparently she had done for him, or they would not be sitting their five-year-old son's treehouse on the brink of so much more.

"Donna, let me just say that our losing the baby hurt me, too. I had come to love that little life as quickly as when you told me we were to have it, but I don't blame you for losing the baby or your reaction to what I did. I understand, and I am glad to be home with you and our kids."

Donna smiled through tears that welled in her eyes. She brushed a tear gently that had fallen from Harvey's face when he had confessed that he had loved their child and mourned the loss along with her. Then they kissed desperately and clung to one another finally putting aside the bad time that had hung a cloud over a couple very happily married.

A heavy silence suddenly pervaded the little house. Donna's explanation and apology for her part in their separation had a freeing effect. The flame of the tealight flickered in an imperceptible breeze. The winter night was cold and Donna and Harvey's breaths were visible as Donna kneeled between Harvey's splayed legs maintaining a fierce grip on his left hand. His new wedding ring cutting into her palm. She spoke the truth. They needed to renew themselves as she had told him earlier.

Suddenly, Harvey cut the distance between them in half. He lean forward so fast that the dying ember of light threatened to burn out completely. He held Donna closer and desperately and thirstily drown his face in the scent of her bare shoulder hidden under her coat kissing the freckles he could not see but knew from familiarity of his wife's soft skin. He felt her shiver as her arms came around him.

Donna kissed him as his lips moved from shoulder to shoulder. She loved the tingles and imprint that his lips left on her. She held his head and bit the top of his ear gently. Closing her eyes she let her hands roam inside his parka feeling his muscled back and running her hands around him and dragging nails down his shirted back.

They kissed as Harvey guided her to the floor so he could lay atop her covering her with his body.

"I want you," Donna whispered looking deep into large dark eyes looking darker than usual in the small candlelight. "Make love to me, Harvey, please?"

Harvey responded by smiling and kissing her deeply. He almost stopped as he noticed that instead of a hard nailed wooden floor beneath them he had guided her to a large, soft and warm flannel blanket.

"I never wanted another woman the way I wanted you, my wife," Harvey said embarrassed by the confession; however, seeing the smile and the grateful tears on Donna's face drove him on to give Donna more joy as long as she lay in his arms. Harvey now had more understanding of what Donna had faced.

Underneath her faux mink fur , Donna still barely wore the silk strapless scarlet gown. Gathered in the middle of the dress were Donna's ample breasts. Pushed up for effect, they led Harvey's lips to the clevice between them where his soft loving lips and tongue fit perfectly. He massaged her breasts smoothing away the silk gown from around them. Donna's nipples were hard. He smoothed down her length with one hand and crumpled the gown upwards exposing one thigh. He trailed an errant hand up between her long thighs and felt her brazenness as she was wearing no thong or panties. Her wet curls were damp, and she was open to his touch. He let his hand remain on the wanton area. He stopped kissing her lips momentarily to remark on the fact that she was unclothed underneath.

"Naughty wife, Mrs. Specter," he mouthed against her lips. She responded immediately kissing him back.

"The easier for you to get inside," Donna said softly against his lips then kissed him pulling him closer. Her tongue sought his and she again tasted the wine they had been drinking. Donna pushed the voluminous parka from his is body and then pulled the thermal shirt from his muscled lengths.

As Harvey shrugged off his parka and shirt, he noticed the quilted duvet from their bed and reached for it keeping one hand around Donna's waist.

"You thought of everything," he remarked.

Donna laughed and sighed at his disbelief.

"I'm Donna." Her only remark. She then laughed and placed the king size quilt more comfortably around Harvey after kicking off her sparkly heels and begging her husband to pick up where he left off.

He lay atop her of her again. Donna's gown pushed from her breasts and pooling tight around her waist. The gown was hiked up from the bottom leaving her wet vagina cool to the air surrounding them.

"Harvey," Donna whispered. "Take off your jeans. They are a little rough."

He straightened kneeling on his knees with the duvet over his shoulders he took Donna with him until she was sitting. Harvey's hands teased between her legs every now and then while she undid his belt pulling it through the loops with a little assistance from her gritted teeth. Her eyes were flames of desire, her moonlit face containing eye unabashed in her desire to devour him. He saw her upturned lip an unanswered question looking to him for a response.

Harvey looked down at her busy hands. Now she was working on the zipper pushing it down and giving a little kiss on his hardness.

"I want nothing more than to grip you and taste you again." Donna moaned as she pushed the tight material from his hips taking his boxers with it. His hard length was immediately free. Donna felt the warmth of it and put her lips to him.

The small light finally expired leaving only the moonlight threading through the branches on the tree. The moonlight was bright as it reflected the two inches of snow that lay on the ground at the base of the tree which nestled their hideaway.

Harvey shrugged the duvet over the both of them protecting Donna's back from the cold air wafting through the window and over them.

"Uhhh," he moaned. He could not help himself. He pushed Donna's head into a rhythm he thought forgotten. She plied his balls gently with one hand. He looked down as he forced her head up and down her red hair looking white in the moonlight.

"Oh, Donna.." he breathed. He rubbed her hair as he pushed her faster and faster. He couldn't help himself he was coming...coming...finally a burst of light seared him as Harvey orgasmed gloriously onto his wife and a bit in her mouth. It was the most erotic and sensuous release he had had in a long time.

Donna placed her hand on his softened penis and gently massaged. She listened to Harvey as his breaths came in short pants as he recovered from his release. This fascinated her how a man's body made by God for one purpose functioned like this one minute blood rushing to the one organ made hard to penetrate the female vagina for the sole purpose of one little sperm to rush to one little egg and create a new life made from love. She smiled up at him suddenly remembering Harvey's similar remark about her body after she had given birth to Mackenzie having witnessed his child's birth for the third time.

Harvey grew hard again as he covered her body with his once more and took her into his arms. He smiled his Chesire Cat smile saying, "It's your turn. I don't think we've made up for all four months we were separated." He shook his head.

Donna shook her head in response and smiled whispering, "You bet your life we haven't, mister. I want all of you inside me." She kissed him with tears of his salty cum still on her lips.

He could taste the saltiness of her kiss all the while he had pulled her gown completely off her body and tossed it somewhere in the small abode.

"I want you Donna Paulsen Specter like I have never wanted another woman," Harvey whispered close in her ear. As he pulled away to satisfy her he kissed her head and her lips gently and lovingly. He could feel her hips buck and her legs spread wide to accommodate him. He felt her knees draw up and clasp him. He got to his knees gently pushing her legs wider. With a devillish grin he dipped his head trailing his tongue along her long waist. Three fingers of his one hand darting in and out of her dark tunnel the pulsating so close his fingers felt their grasp of her walls. He could taste where his semen had spurted from him onto her. The salty taste of her skin emanating from him and the darkness surrounding increased Harvey's need to be inside her. His kisses were urgent and he could feel he was taking Donna with him.

"Please," she begged as her hands came down to his face and her hips came up with her knees surrounding his face on each side. He was so warm now that he pushed the blanket from his shoulders and straightening one of Donna's legs holding it by one slender calf. He worked her one long leg after. He suddenly felt Donna's wet clit on his kneeling thigh. His eyes darting between rubbing herself on him and trailing his lips and feather soft touches along each lifted leg.

Donna reached out and grasped his shaft and found it still sticky in it stiffness from the previous encounter. She continued to rub herself against his hair muscled thigh. She threw her head back and begged him to finish. She gritted her teeth as she smiled that smile and teased her clit with the three fingers of his one hand. He darted in and out mimicking his erection.

When her whimpering moans of needing him and his desire to be with her was had reach the teasing end, he swiftly plunged his length deeply into her. Before she came all the way, he removed himself from her and instead took his tongue and played with her pink tissues and clit. His wife bucked underneath him and her legs shook with pleasure.

"Harvey!" Donna cried. She had missed him in the bedroom. This time her focus was him and how much they needed each other for not only this but in all other ways a married couple with children needed one another.

With one fell swoop, Harvey pushed his hard length back into her.

Donna gasped and Harvey moaned. Donna felt he had pushed so hard and so far that he had reached her cervix. She clasped her ankles around his waist and then decided that she wanted to reach down and grab his ass as he hammered his way into her.

Harvey felt her openness and it encouraged him to keep going and going until he felt her come surrounding his hardness with pulsating softness. She cried out as she came and gripped his shoulders so tight. He continued to push as he was at the point now of no return. Pushing while holding her legs up. Once her legs stopped trembling, he turned Donna over onto all fours where he could dig deeper into her and push harder. He played with her breast now that bobbed back and forth with their rhythm. Finally with one last hard slide into her, Harvey came emptying himself this time into her. They remained like that as they both recovered.

As Harvey's now almost flaccid shaft fell out of her, Donna came to her knees with her back to Harvey where he put his arms around her and cuddled into her neck-his favorite spot and favorite time after making love.

Donna smiled sleepily and sighed deeply taking her hand and caressing his cheek. She moved her head so her lips would meet his.

"I love you," she said sighing deeply.

He grasped her closer to his body. "I love you, too. I missed you so much."

Donna then lay down on top of the flannel cover and welcomed Harvey to lay between her legs his now flaccid member still twitching and hardening every once in a while.

They fell asleep for a little while in the tree house with moonlight quietly invading the darkness and the cold slowly creeping back. However, Donna and Harvey were not cold as they snuggled together, skin to skin, under the warm duvet quilt on top and the warm soft flannel underneath.