He caught her by surprise last night. After their umpteenth round, he dropped it almost casually, and for a second she wondered if she had mistaken him, given how dazed she was from who knows how many orgasms.
"May I take you on a date tomorrow night?" he asked, his voice raspy and low.
A heartbeat passed before she could come up with a reply. "Don't you think we kind of skipped that stage in our relationship?" she teased him, still not sure if this was just some half-hearted joke. Sure, she was conscious that they were in a serious relationship now and that it would therefore only be the most natural thing in the world for him to take her out for dinner. She just had not expected it to happen this soon.
And yet it made her heart beat faster. She loved the bubble they were in right now, no question of that. But if she was being honest, she couldn't wait to show the whole damn world that she was his now. And he was hers. Hell, she would shout it from all the rooftops of this city if she wouldn't make a total fool of herself then.
"We sure as hell did," he answered her question, nudging her neck with his nose. "But I wanna do this right. And I wanna start by taking you out for dinner every once in a while."
His words caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach and she cupped his cheek, mumbling "Then I say yes" against his lips before she dove in to kiss him heartily.
The excitement makes her belly tingle incessantly for the whole day that follows. She is well aware that this is completely silly. She's had dinner with him hundreds of times before. She knows exactly how tonight is going to end. And she just saw him this morning, as well as multiple times throughout the day when they accidentally - or not so accidentally - crossed paths at work.
What's more, she'd been on countless dates before. First dates and second dates as well as happy-anniversary and breakup dates, and everything in between, and never once was she as nervous about it as today, always being all confident about herself, about her effect on men and about what she wanted.
Today, however, it's their first date and even though this is not new in so many aspects, it makes all the difference.
She's feeling giddy like a smitten teenager at the mere thought of going out with him, kissing and touching him however she likes, asking him to hurry up and take her home whenever she wants, no longer having to hold back what she was secretly craving to do for all those years.
So when she steps out of the shower and into her closet to pick an outfit she can't help but notice her flushed chest and cheeks in the mirror, caused by the knowledge of him probably waiting for her already, and she's feeling even jumpier than before. The day everything changed is only one short week ago but God, she's never been more in love.
The underwear is quickly chosen, a black lace set of Brazilian panties and a supportive, semi-see-through bra she knows accentuates her cleavage just right, just like she knows Harvey will definitely love the sight. Not that the underwear actually matters much, given that he will most likely rip it off her body without even paying much attention to it anyway. She still wants to feel as feminine and sexy as possible. And even more so, she wants to attract him.
Deciding on the right dress proves more difficult. Donna goes back and forth through her cloth rack several times, holding fabrics in front of her body to check in the mirror and discard them over and over again until in the end, she goes with a quite simple, figure-hugging gown with an inviting neckline. Nothing particularly fancy, but this is not about making an entrance or leaving an impression, this is about being herself, being the Donna Harvey knows and loves and wants.
She also remembers vividly that he told her once, many years ago, that he particularly likes forest green on her as it accentuates the color of her eyes and hair in a spectacular, enchanting way. She never forgot those words and how they made her feel that day and so it just feels like the ideal choice for tonight. Plus, she thinks it will match the gray suit he's wearing today just perfectly. She's always liked them wearing kind of matching clothes and for the past week, she paid special attention to his choice of clothes for the day in order to wear an outfit that goes well with his.
After a brief touch-up of her hair and makeup, she deems herself ready for the night, ready for him. She pauses for a second, smiling at her reflection, thinking that she really likes the way being Harvey Specter's girlfriend makes her look. And feel.
Slipping into her heels and grabbing her bag and coat she makes her way downstairs. They agreed on meeting outside, well knowing that if he'd come up to her apartment to pick her up they wouldn't make it out of there anymore. Technically, she wouldn't mind a bit, and he sure as hell wouldn't either, but they both want this night to be special and they would have time to jump each other later anyway. They could skip dessert after all.
Stepping out into the chilly evening air she finds him already waiting for her, leaning against the car, hands buried in his pockets, looking handsome as hell. The second he spots her coming through the door, his mouth spreads into a wide smile.
"Hi," she whispers a little sheepishly when only a few more steps separate him from her.
"Hey you," he greets her back with a warm voice, his smile growing wider by the second. "You look beautiful," he adds before he pulls her in for a sweet kiss.
"May I take you for a ride?" he points to the car behind him when they part. She had expected Ray to drive them to the restaurant, but as she now takes a closer look she realizes that the car is unfamiliar to her and the driver's seat is empty. The thought that he, too, put some thought into this evening makes her belly tingle even more.
The smirk he gives her when he notices the stunned look on her face sends a wave of excitement straight to her core, making her doubt this whole date night idea for a second, the need to strip him from his suit suddenly too strong to be quenched. But she is determined to restrain.
Stepping closer to where he is holding the passenger's door open for her, she presses another kiss on his lips and whispers "I can't wait for you to take me home again."