Set on season 9.
Donna walks into Harvey's office and says from the door:
"I'm going home, Harvey. I have a really bad headache."
He stands up and walks towards her.
"What's wrong?"
"Women pain." She says, twisting the corner of her mouth. "My head really pains and I can't concentrate on anything. I believe that there isn't something urgent."
"You don't need a justification. I know you never wanted to take advantage of going out with the boss, but… Some benefit, at least one..." He chuckles and she chuckles too.
"Go home, I will try to finish early, so I can go take care of you. These things that you like."
"What things?" She asks, smiling at him.
"Kiss you, hug you, caress your hair."
She looks at him, a little surprised by his reaction.
"You're so cute." She says touching his hand. They are a little uncomfortable being demonstrative in the office, maybe for the old habits.
Harvey kisses her forehead and she smiles. He goes with her to the elevator, and they say goodbye with a short kiss before she leaves.
When she arrives, sends him a message: "Home" and he responds: "Go to bed and relax."
Two hours later, Harvey finally can leave the office and goes to his place, looking for some documents that he needs for the next day. He is taking those documents when he notices some red curls on his pillow. He smiles to himself.
She considers his condo like her home.
He approaches his bedroom, sits on the bed, and strokes her hair gently.
"Hey…" He whispers and kisses her softly. "Do you feel better?"
"A little." She says. "Why that smile?"
"Because when you said home, I believed that you would be in your place. I came here for some documents and then I was going to go to your apartment. It's nice to have found you here. I like that you feel here like your home too."
She smiles. "That will sound like a romantic movie, but you're my home."
They smile and kiss softly.
"Also, your bed is more comfortable than mine. And your pillows? Yes, definitely this is better. Smells like you and I love it."
They are so in love that they don't mind looking like a romantic comedy that you put on Sunday afternoon on Netflix.
He stays looking at her, in silence, with a smile on his face.
"Well, you promised me something. I'm waiting for it, Mr. Specter."
"I'm going to change my clothes and I will come. Promise."
He kisses her cheek and he does what he said.
His place definitely felt like home to him too now that he shares it with her.
A/N: Reposted again here, I'm adjusting my fics :)
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