Coffee and Cuddles

Author's Notes: I had originally started out intending this to be part of my Darvey Drabblin' series, but as is usually the case with these two, the fanfic took on a life of its own. This is an insert between 901 and 902, after Darvey leave Mike's apartment and just before they go to see Louis in his house.

Thanks once again to Nathalie, beta-extraordinaire and friend for looking over this as she always does. This one goes out to the Darvey fandom who have kept this ship alive and thriving. You all amaze me every single day.

When Donna opened her eyes, it was to a sight that, though slightly unfamiliar to her, still felt a lot like home. The early morning light filtering through the drapes dappled the room in soft shades of orange, and her eyes traced the skyline of the city through the large windows in the room. The view was spectacular even from her limited vantage on the bed, and Donna thought she could easily get used to this.

But what was no longer unfamiliar to Donna was right here in the bed with her, engulfing her in a cloud of warmth and home. It'd been just three days, and yet, the feeling of Harvey's arms around her and his breath warming her neck while he slumbered had become deeply ingrained into her skin, and she already couldn't imagine the rest of her mornings without it.

Last night was the first night she'd spent at his place. By mutual agreement, after leaving Mike's apartment, they made a quick stop at her place so she could collect her dress for the next day, and then Harvey had driven them to his place. The night was a first for them in many ways, his declarations to her aside. It was the first time she'd stepped into his apartment as his girlfriend, and the first time he'd cooked her dinner.

The night, unlike the other two nights, had also been the first night they hadn't fallen straight into bed. Instead they'd lingered in his living room, while he put on one of his records - a mix of soft jazz and classical that he had known would appeal to both of them - and simply cuddled on his couch. After everything that had transpired in Mike's apartment, the need to just be in each other's arms had, not surprisingly, overwhelmed them.

That they were both standing on the threshold of forever was a given from the second he'd shown up in her doorway, but last night had shifted their relationship across the threshold and into absolute certainty.

He was hers.

She was his.

Any lingering questions about what had driven him into her arms - wearing a look that had spoken more to her than twelve years of working for him had - dissolved into thin air with his words.

I am finally where I'm supposed to be.

We both are.

It was only when she'd begun to doze off, that he'd suggested they move to the bed to sleep. And they'd done just that, until she'd woken him in the middle of the night, unwilling to let this first night in his bed pass without them making love. And Harvey had been more than willing - taking her slowly from behind before shifting her under him and making her see stars within minutes of entering her.

Donna lifted her fingers to trace the arm that was draped on her waist and grinned when the hairs on his arm rose in response to her touch. Her grin grew broader when he snuffled into her hair, and his grip on her tightened ever so slightly.

"G'morning," Harvey said, his voice roughened with sleep, and Donna shivered at the way it rumbled through her.

Turning in his arms, she met his sleepy grin with a soft kiss that he immediately responded to. His tongue slipped easily into her mouth, and they sank into the kiss, letting their tongues slide languorously against each other.

"Mmm," she said once they broke apart, "That's a good morning, indeed."

Harvey chuckled and pecked her lips again before stretching slightly, and sitting up slowly. Donna followed his movements, before shuffling closer to him and leaning her chin on his chest. She looked up at him, hazel eyes still full of sleepiness. He smiled down at her, stroking a finger playfully down her nose which she crinkled in response.

"So, big day today," she said, and he raised his eyebrows in question, to which she smirked,"Telling Louis? About us?"

He let out a groan, "I'm still not sure about barging in on his morning routine - I've heard things and I'm not really keen on having them confirmed."

Donna giggled at his disgust, and patted his chest, "Buckle up, mister. We agreed, and I'd rather endure a few minutes of discomfort in our friend's house, than potential months of gossip if the wrong person overhears us in the firm."

They'd decided that they'd share their news with Louis, agreeing that their friend needed to be the first in the firm to hear about it. From there, they'd decide how to let the rest of their friends know - it was all up in the air for now.

Harvey nodded, and she pecked his lips in commiseration, before slipping out of the bed. He watched as she slid on her panties, and then reached for the button-down shirt that he'd draped across the lounger. He'd left it there before changing into his cream cashmere sweater, deciding he'd deal with it later, his mind occupied with more pressing matters.

He continued to gaze at his girlfriend as she sauntered towards the living room, disappearing from his view.

"Hey, where are you off to?" he called to her retreating back.

"To make us some coffee," she returned, "You just stay there. I'll be back in a jiff."

Harvey grinned, and shifted into a more comfortable position under the covers. As he waited, he cast back to a time when this wasn't his reality and yet, his mind had been consumed by thoughts of having her in this way. Especially on days where his heart struggled with the idea of people leaving him, it clung desperately to the hope that she'd always be his constant. A hope that had manifested itself in the form of dreams that, far from being charged or erotic, were instead filled with images of pure domesticity.

And those dreams left him far more affected than those that involved them having sex. It left him feeling bereft and hopeless in the idea that those dreams would never be his reality.

A light clatter brought him out of his reverie, and he looked expectantly at his bedroom doorway. When more than a few seconds passed without Donna appearing, he decided to go and find out what the holdup was. Before he could fully move out of bed, however, she entered the room, with a cup held in each hand and a knowing look on her face.

Harvey stared, momentarily stunned by the image, so familiar to him in some ways, but so much different and better than his dreams had ever conjured. She appeared ethereal, the way she had in his dreams, bathed in the soft light flooding his room. But this time, she was real and his. Dressed in his shirt, her hair slightly messier than it had been in his dream and face slightly smudged with the remains of her make-up from the day before.

But, she was no less beautiful.

"Couldn't wait that long, huh?" Donna teased, as she stepped closer to his side of the bed, holding out one of the cups to him.

Harvey grinned sheepishly at her, before taking a sip of the brew in his hands.

Black with a splash of vanilla.

He closed his eyes. Another first in their relationship: the first time she made her signature brew for him, since the task had fallen to him on the previous two days. He'd missed her coffee; it had become a rarity once she'd been promoted. He had never been able to replicate it, even though she'd assured him that it was close to hers when he'd made it for her on their first morning together.

Donna smiled softly, her heart melting at the sight of her Harvey revelling in the taste of her coffee. She'd set out to make two plain cups - strong enough to get them both moving and ready for the day - but then, she'd spotted it.

Sitting innocently, in plain sight, on his kitchen counter. A bottle of vanilla essence next to his French press.

Her eyes had welled up as she reached for it, the implications of its presence there hitting her and she felt her love for him swell within her, her previous plan abandoned in favor of making it the way he loved it.

"That was the best cup of coffee I've had in a long time," Harvey sighed, breathing in the aroma of the dark liquid and Donna. He looked at her over the rim of his cup, and seeing the soft look on her face, he set it down on the side table and reached for hers, as well.

Donna let go of the cup, and felt her breath hitch when he reached for her and pulled her face towards his, catching her lips in a gentle kiss that tasted of coffee and his own unique essence that she couldn't quite describe. All she knew was that she wanted to partake in it for the rest of her life.

The kiss, though soft, was intense and Donna pushed herself closer into his embrace, while he tugged on her at the same time, leaning into the headboard. She followed him without breaking the kiss, pushing the covers aside and slipping her left leg over him and straddling his waist. Breaking the kiss, Harvey bent his knees behind her back, so that she could lean on his thighs, while his hands held her loosely around the waist.

Donna watched him, her head tilted questioningly, wondering at what was going through his head. The look on his face was so reminiscent of the night before, when he'd told her he was just getting started, and she knew he was about to say yet another one of those things that were going to make her cry again.

Damn him.

"You know," he started, his thumbs rubbing softly against the cloth covering her waist, "you have no idea how long I've waited for a morning like this. How often I've dreamed of a morning like this, being with you, dressed in my shirt and simply loving me."

Her mouth dropped open, surprise coloring her features, "You have?"

"Mmhmm," he nodded, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "It was usually on days when everything else in my life seemed to be going to hell, and I just craved a measure of peace. And nothing brought me peace more than the idea of you being where I wanted you to belong. Here. With me. In love with me."

"Harvey," her voice was choked with emotion. "I am. Here. In love with you. I always have been."

She smiled slightly at the look of surprise on his face, "Surely, that doesn't surprise you."

Harvey shook his head, even though his eyes said differently.

Donna lightly rolled her eyes, and leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his lips, "You really are an idiot."

He laughed into the kiss, "I am?"

"Yeah. How can you not know this? I've loved you as long as I've known you, Harvey. Even if I didn't quite know how at first. But, now I know, I gave my heart away a long while back. That's when I realized that no matter what I did, no other man was ever going to measure up to what I wanted. Because I only ever wanted it all with you."

Once it hit me that we should be together, it felt like we'd always been together.

Her words, nearly echoing his own words to her the night before, filled Harvey to the brim and he poured everything he felt for this woman - his Donna - into a kiss that had her yelping into it before reciprocating it with her own fervor.

"As much as I love you in my shirt," he said, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into the hollow of her throat, while his fingers began undoing the buttons, "I love you out of it a lot more."

Her hands slipped into his hair, as his lips traced every new inch of skin that was uncovered. Soon, he was pushing the shirt off her shoulders while his lips closed around one of her breasts. For a while, she was content to let him feast on her, his lips finding all her sweet spots with an ease that belied the duration of their relationship. But soon she needed more.

"Harvey."

She wiggled her hips against his bare waist, and he took the hint and together, they rid her of the final piece of fabric covering her. Re-situating them, he gently slid her closer to where he knew she wanted to be and sat back.

You're in charge.

Donna gazed at him for a few seconds, before doing as he suggested. Her arms went around his shoulders, as she slid over him. Together, they rode into bliss and satisfaction, crying their love for each other into the silence of the early morning, before collapsing into the pillows.

Donna laid her head on his chest for a short while before pressing a kiss to it, "Did your dreams ever involve… this?"

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest at that, "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"

She raised her head, her eyes wide, "Yes, I would."

Harvey grinned and shook his head, "A man can't give away all of his secrets now, can he?"

He rolled her over, and leaned over her to press a quick but deep kiss to her lips, and then slid out of the bed, leaving her open-mouthed and indignant on the bed.

She was adorable.

"Harvey!"

He laughed and strutted into the shower.

She glared at his retreating self, before grinning deviously to herself. She knew exactly how she'd coax those answers from him later tonight.

He still hadn't seen what she was going to wear for the day, after all. He'd never stand a chance.

Author's Notes: Hope y'all enjoyed this little canon missing scene/episode insert. It had bothered me that Harvey never got to see his dream become a reality, and ergo, this happened.

Please let me know what you think. Reviewers get to choose between hosting Darvey at their own homes for one night on a weekend or showing them around their town for a whole day.