Post-canon.
It's Saturday. Harvey is outside all morning, working on a case with Mike. Donna wakes up early too because she wants to tidy up her things. She's reading Marie Kondo's book, and she's really excited about applying her sorting methods.
She starts with her shoes and bags, this is "quickly". She has a big dressing room and several shelves. But, when she looks at her clothes, thinks: "Another day." She's waiting for Harvey and this is going to take a lot of time. So, she chooses to sort her underwear and nightwear, puts all of hers in bed, and starts to organize them.
In the middle of that, she hears Harvey coming.
"What happened here?" He asks.
"I'm trying to tidying up. It's a mess!"
"You? Queen of order?"
She giggles. "I order the other's life, not my stuff."
"Are you doing this Marie Kondo's thing?"
"Yes."
"Oh, no! You're wrong! You're not going to throw underwear without my permission."
"Do you think you have an opinion on my underwear?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.
"Yes, I do. We didn't sign a prenuptial agreement, so all of our assets are shared."
"Why did I marry a lawyer?" She rolls her eyes.
He chuckles. "All those are to get out?" He asks, pointing to the smaller group.
"Yes. It's already decided."
Harvey starts checking them out.
"This one stays." He says, grabbing black lace panties.
"It's old."
"So? I love your ass in there."
"Harvey! C'mon. I have a lot."
"This stays." Donna rolls her eyes. "And this one too." He says taking a red bra.
"I have 5 red bras."
"And you're letting go of my favorite?"
"This is your favorite?"
"No, you know what is." She smiles at him, thinking of that bra. "But, of these, it's my favorite."
Harvey puts these things in the pile of "stays."
"What are those?" He asks when he sees a bag with some nightgowns.
"You're not going to check that bag!"
"Yes, I'm going to do it."
He grabs the bag and pulls out three nightgowns, two pajamas, and a few more things.
"Throwing away this nightgown is a crime, Donna Paulsen!"
"Sue me!" She says, funny.
"You know… I was the best closer in New York, we need to make a deal about it."
"I don't like lawyers."
"Mmm… "
"I hate them."
"You're married to one."
"That's the reason why."
"Funny, but this nightgown stays."
"Those are your negotiation abilities? Unconvincing."
"With you, I can use special abilities." He says, lying her in bed and lying over her, blocking her with his body, taking her by her cheeks. Around Donna is all completely messy underwear now.
"So… What kind of abilities?"
"These…" He says, and he kisses her from the shoulder to her lips, with kisses all along the way.
"Shit, you're good."
"Am I?"
"The best."
"I told you. This nightgown stays."
"Can I ask why? I almost never use it, and it's old."
"One of the first nights we spent together you were using it. I arrived late at your place, and you had fallen asleep waiting for me on the couch. I got up and took you to bed. You were so asleep you didn't realize. I'd had a lousy day with Faye, and when I laid down with you, you hugged my body, and having you like this helped me calm down and sleep."
"Are you trying to kill me?" She asks, almost in tears.
"And it is so sexy too!"
"The nightgown or me?"
"You wearing it."
"You'd like it on any woman. Don't lie."
"Only on you."
"Liar!"
"Believe me."
"I'm trying, but you're in the middle of a negotiation and you're lying."
"Talking about negotiation. I win."
She smiles. "Ok, it stays... And of course, you win, I mean, you marry me." He kisses her and she smiles.
"Wait…" He says, sitting. "This…" He says, taking the set of underwear from their wedding night.
"Don't worry. This stays."
"Thanks God! If you threw it away, it could have been a cause of divorce."
She laughs hard. "You were so good that night."
"I'm always fine."
"I can't say otherwise."