LOCK - M-rated

"Come on, hurry." She grabs his hand and runs ahead as much as she can on her wedges, her husband following as the sky breaks open above them.

He comes to a halt with a pant behind her and stands there for a moment to take her in, her hair now starting to stick against her face. Her cardigan hangs loosely from her shoulder, and then the simple white summer dress that's starting to become transparent, and he bites down on his lip at the sight.

"Come on," she urges, tapping his hand as she looks back and forth between him and the lock on their kitchen door.

"Huh," he shakes his head, looking at her now with a confused expression.

"I thought you said you had the key."

"I never take the key."

It's true, not when they leave together and yet she finds herself staring at him dumbfoundedly. She eyes the lock once more, brings her hand to the knob and turns it once just to check, but it doesn't budge.

"Well, shit," she curses, peering up at the sky and then at him. His t-shirt sticking to his frame outlines all of the fine muscles she knows are there; she looks down then at her own chest - and obviously, the one day she had gone braless, they had to get caught in the rain.

"I'm sure it will pass soon," he counters, bringing his right hand to her waist, gently giving her a reassuring squeeze and a smile.

"Yeah," she sighs, her resolve melting as she takes in the look on her face. Who knew being so happily married could make any situation bearable. "But look at us."

He does, his gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips, down her chest. He sees her nipples have hardened, and he swallows thickly. Slowly he brings his hand up from her waist to just below her breast, and her breath catches as she notices how his pupils darkened.

"Harvey."

He only hums, continues his motions and slowly strokes the underside of her boob until he brings his hand up to the side of it. Just holding her there as he watches the droplets falling down on her chest, the way some cling to her hair, others trail down her skin and disappear into her ample cleavage, the majority simply making the view in front of him so much hotter and he feels his hardon twitch in his pants.

"We're in our garden," she whispers, rocking back and forth on her spot. It's barely a protest, but she knows her husband well enough to know where this is going, especially when she catches him biting down on his lip yet again when his thumb slowly moves over her erect nipple.

"No one can see us here."

He's right about that, and she moans softly as he cups her breast making her lift her hands to his arms, stalling his movements but only for a moment because he leans in then, capturing her lips into a searing kiss as he sandwiches her body between the door and his own.

She moans his name as his lips move down to her neck, sucking on her pulse point as he hoists one of her legs up. She feels him then, hot and hard pressing against her centre and they both whimper at the sensation.

He slides her cardigan off of her shoulder, his hands sliding down the side of her breast once more, and she wraps an arm around him, clinging onto his as he grinds into her.

She works one hand between them, cupping him over his pants before trying to push it down just far enough for his erection to be freed.

"Fuck Donna," he groans at her touch, and he pushes the skirt of her dress up, his hand finding her soaked panties. He pushes the fabric aside and lets his cold fingers find her heat

"Harvey, please," she begs, and then his strokes begin, slowly working her until he knows she's ready, and he adjusts them then. Cooking both of her legs around his waist as she thrusts inside of her.

She hears him groan in her neck, feels him still inside of her, and she takes a moment to wipe the droplets from his face, kissing him after as she pushes her lower half off the door, begging him to fuck her - and he does.

When she helps him back into his boxers and helps him step out of his pants, the thick fabric too wet to put on again, she hears it. The clinging sound of metal hitting the tiles beneath them.

She eyes it instantly, the key on the floor and when she picks it up. Holding it up in front of his face, he only smirks in return.

"You knew it was going to rain."

"We do live in Seattle."

She gives him an unamused look but he only smiles, and pulls her closer again to kiss her once more. He stares at her chest once more, the thin dress now completely drenched.

"You went out in this without a bra; what's a guy gotta do.."

She shakes her head but smiles nevertheless. "Make love to his wife inside, where it's warm.."

He kisses her again. "Good thing we have a shower to get warmed up."