New update! Enjoyed writing it, I hope you'll like it too. A lot of sexual tension ahead. Let me know!
Donna woke up to an empty and cold space next to her. Still unable to fully open her eyes, she extended her arm, making sure of the absence she was feeling. Her hand grasped the thin air before she dropped her arm in a defeat manner. Harvey must've gone out, running away from the awkward situation that would have unraveled had he stayed. She had woken up two hours earlier, to find their legs intertwined, her body weight on his as she rested her head on his torso, his hand keeping her close by holding her waist and for a few seconds traveling down to her ass. She had shaken the thousands questions in her head and the urge she felt to kiss his lips as they reverberated in small snores and fell back asleep.
She understood the urge he felt to get the hell away, but she still couldn't fight the big pinch in her stomach, coupled with irrational disappointment. She probably would have done the same, and she wasn't really sure what she was thinking asking him to stay the night before. She wasn't thinking at all really, she just felt that she needed him there, close to her, a feeling so redundant lately it was starting to scare her. But for the first time now she had finally spoken it loudly, and she cursed herself for being weak. She now had to deal with the persistent awkwardness because of her reckless action.
As those thoughts traveled in her mind, she jumped as she heard Harvey's husky morning voice: "I can hear you think from here you know that?" he asked, his voice scratchy and low, just like when he has had too much to drink. She turned in the bed to lie on her back, making sure she looked presentable, realizing that she was only wearing shorts and a bra. "Oh, you're here" she said, unable to hide your surprise. "Where else would I be?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew exactly what she meant, he was quite surprised himself for not running away like he always did. His legs had instead taken him to the kitchen where he pressed oranges and made coffee, along with his dad's secret pancake recipe.
"Running or something" she whispered, not wanting to express her fear of him leaving her. Running away, her mind screams. He smiles lightly, letting her know that he saw right through her, before saying: "I made us breakfast". For the second time in less than an hour, her eyebrows quirked with surprise, her heart skipping as he said the words made, us, and breakfast in the same sentence. Breakfast to her had always meant a little something more than other meals, and the fact that he had made that gesture made her smile. Maybe it was because of what her father once said to her when she was young.
"Dad, why did you marry mom?" she asked, watching her father prepare breakfast.
"Because I love her kiddo" he explained.
"How do you know when you love someone daddy?" she asked curiously.
He smiled, before answering: "It's when the person you're with makes you feel like you don't want to be anywhere else." He looked at her to find her lost in thoughts. "So you know how when we go to sleep at granny's, after a few days all you want to do is come back here? And then when you're here it's all good?" he asked. Donna nodded in understanding. "Well this person is exactly like this. You feel like everything is good as long as they are with you". Donna stopped talking for a second, before asking again: "So they are like home?". "Exactly" her father answered, smiling proudly at his daughter's intelligence. "And most importantly, it's someone you would wake up at 7 a.m on a Sunday to make them breakfast" he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Go wake your mommy"
She spread her body on the bed, burying her face in the pillow filled with his scent as she said: "This bed is so comfortable, it's a torture to leave it". He laughed as his eyes travelled to her back, now uncovered because of her motion. "I'll be right back" he said, leaving Donna to drown in her thoughts. He walked to the kitchen, putting the plate with pancakes on a tray, along with juice, coffee, and some toppings for the pancakes. His hand hesitates as it goes for the whipped cream in the fridge. They shouldn't be doing this, and he knows he probably shouldn't bring her breakfast to bed. He expects her to snap at him at any moment for acting inappropriately. But she was the one who had wanted him to join her in bed.
His thoughts go to last night. He couldn't believe she was sleeping next to him, and he needed to remind himself to breathe at moments when he caught a glimpse of her chest, or when her flamboyant hair caressed his shoulder. He thinks he could never get over it all; her perfume, the way her hand loved to travel down his chest, and how she frowned in her sleep. He stares at the can of whipped cream in his hand, assessing whether or not he should take it. He finally puts it on the tray, taking a deep breath before walking towards the bedroom.
Donna was telling herself she should get up when she heard Harvey's footsteps. She looked to find him walking in with a tray. She smiled as the scene in front of her took her breath away. It doesn't help that she sees the can of whipped cream standing there, as symbolic as ever. "You didn't have to" she murmurs, "I was just getting up". "It's fine, you get to enjoy the bed a while longer" he said, grabbing the small table bed from the closet and putting it next to her on the bed. She wonders why Harvey had such an item and he seems to anticipate her question as he says: "Came with the bed. First time I try it" he explained, well aware that she fully knows she's the first one he's prepared breakfast for.
Donna feels her cheeks flush with blood. She had never experienced such considerate treatment, and she hated how good it made her feel. Harvey explained how he had freshly pressed the oranges, and about his dad's pancake recipe. "Thanks Harvey" she genuinely said, her eyes catching his. "It's nothing" he whispers, motioning her to start eating. Her hand goes for the maple syrup, as he decides it was better he sat across her in bed, the table between them. He sees her meticulously pour syrup on a pancake, and he grabs the chocolate syrup, doing the same.
"Mmmm" she says, devouring the pancake. "This is heavenly" she said, licking her lips and making his heart stop. "How did you do it?" she asked enthusiastically. "It's called secret recipe for a reason Donna" he proudly said. "Hey, not fair. How am I supposed to eat this whenever I feel like it?" she pouted. He smiled tenderly and said: "You tell me, and I make it. And then maybe one day, I'll tell you" he teased her, the flirting between them as vivid as ever.
He looked at her as she hesitantly reached for the whipped cream, debating whether to add it to her chocolate and strawberry topping. He tries to be as discreet as ever, pretending that this item didn't mean more than what it really was; whipped cream. She finally finds the courage to press the button, spraying cream on her pancake. He does the same, both of them waiting for the other one to begin eating.
Harvey had managed not to stare at her chest, as she was still in her bra. Donna finally decides to be the first one to go, cutting a part of the pancake and bringing it close to her mouth. The way she bites on it with whipped cream covering her lips already turns him on, but it is when some of it falls on her breasts that he forgets how to breathe. The white substance on her pale freckled skin reminded him of that other night, how his task was to remove, lick damn it, the cream off of her body. He watches as her finger goes in the space between her breasts, swiping the cream off before licking it seductively. Harvey is not sure how long he can keep the growl in, and decides to silence himself by eating the pancake. Donna raises her head and finds Harvey as red as she's ever seen him, hastily chewing on his pancake. She realizes that he had witnessed the whole scene, and secretly smiled at the effect she had on him.
Right at that moment, she notices some whipped cream lingering at the corner of his mouth. The voice in her head screams at her to tell him about it, but her body automatically shifts towards him, her body leaning across the table. Her index removes the cream off the corner of his mouth, as she is able to mutter "Something…here". The moment that followed was a blur to both of them, as she brings her index close to his mouth and he licks the cream away.
At the moment her finger leaves his mouth, Harvey is well aware that they now crossed the line of "dangerous yet still permissible acts". He wasn't sure he could control himself beyond that, and it tortured him to see Donna still able to keep herself together, pretending nothing had happened and drinking from her cup of coffee. Their eyes meet, forming a current that could light New York.
"Donna" he says, his voice begging her at the same time to stop whatever she was doing and to give him more.
To be continued…
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