They went to Yankee games and ate truffle fries in the Mohegan Sun sports bar. They went to art galas and chuckled to each other about the tastelessness of so much modern art. They went to movie premiers and shared popcorn, their fingers buttery and salty. In fact it was about a month before Harvey even suggested that they go back to his apartment and spend the night together.
Natsuki was more than apprehensive. She was terrified. She liked Harvey and in her opinion, sex was an abuse reserved to people that lived like animals. She told him as much, and told him in tears that she'd never been able to turn down an offer because it was her job. It had always been a painful, unpleasant experience in her life and she didn't want to scar her relationship with him with such a horrible act.
He patted her shoulder and suggested she simply come over for dinner, instead. There was no reason to move too quickly, he said, and he always wanted her to be comfortable.
They ate dinner in silence. The tension in the room was palpable.
"Are you not hungry?" Harvey asked. Natsuki dropped her fork. "You know, if I'd known you hated lamb I never would have ordered it." He smiled at her, but in vain, she looked down at her plate and was nearly in tears again.
"Natsuki, why don't you just try it?" he asked. She lifted her fork to her trembling lips. "That's not what I meant," he said with a laugh. "Come on. Come with me to the bedroom. I promise if anything goes wrong we'll stop right away, okay?" she nodded and followed him into the bedroom.
What happened was the last thing she expected. She was happy with just kissing him, but he guided her through the darkest twists and turns of pleasure that she'd never even imagined existed. He put on old music, wrapped her up in his arms and made love to her as if they were the last people on earth.
When it was over she lay quietly.
"Was it what you expected?" he asked.
"Not at all," she sighed. "It was nice."
"Just nice?"
"Fucking nice."
He laughed.
"Mind if I go to sleep? It's so comfy in this bed." she sighed, snuggled into his side.
"Go right ahead," he said. "I'm getting tired, myself."
"You're a good man, Harvey Specter," she said, smiling up at him, tapping his chest. "You'd never admit it to anyone, but I think you know it. You're a good man." She nodded off, and he quickly followed after her into the world of dreams.