Post-Canon

Slightly rated M at the beginning

Harvey has always loved Donna's breasts. He would lie to himself if he said that the first night at the bar he had not lowered his eyes to her cleavage... and from that moment on, that he really loves them.

And God, he has looked at them every day at the DA's office. Sometimes more hidden than others, but he has done it every single day, wishing to be able to get lost in that ribbed valley, slide by the skin of the middle of her breasts with his nose, his lips, and his tongue… to be able to take off her bra and finally have those beautiful hills for him. He imagined them perfect for the size of his hands, her skin white, soft and sweet, decorated with her golden freckles and dark nipples that he wished to have between his fingers and watch them getting harder. He has always wished he was able to squeeze and pull them with his fingers until listening to her moaning his name. He wished he could taste her skin with wet kisses, nibbles, licks, and suctions. And then, give all his attention to her nipples, he wanted to lick them, and then surround them with the tip of his tongue, gently hit them with the back of it, nibbling them and then sucking them, while she holds him by the back of his neck and doesn't let him move from there, forcing him to absorb every reaction from her under his care.

And he did it even better because he's done all that with the extra of the whipped cream and strawberries that have made it even more spectacular.

And he remembered it all the time. He had promised Donna to remove it from his mind, but every time he saw her in the firm and discovered the neckline she had chosen for that day, he remembered how her breasts felt under his hands and in his mouth.

He has spent more than a dozen years remembering them, wishing to play with her breasts again and now he has them all to himself, every morning, every afternoon, and every night and he is a huge fan of her breasts. Donna knows it and she also enjoys it, because her breasts are too sensitive and he is the first man who knows how to handle small doses of pain that doesn't make her suffer, only arouse her even more.

But what Harvey had never imagined is that even though he loves her breasts and playing with them is almost indispensable when they have sex, they would also become his safe place.

Of course, Donna knows when he has had a hard day, whether, for something related to work or his personal life, he may be upset, angry, sad, or frustrated, and he knows that those nights Donna will do something for him: Once they're already in bed and in the darkness, she'll approach him and begin by caressing his face with her fingertips, she'll draw his jaw until he loosens it, pass over the bridge of his nose until his brow loosens too, she'll gently squeeze his temples with her index fingers repeatedly and then her hand will rise to his head, where she'll massage his scalp and make him moan, a mixture of pleasure and letting out all the shit he has inside. Then, she'll guide him against her body, he'll curl up against his wife and let her support his head against her neckline. Harvey will immediately close his eyes and sigh against her skin, which will give Donna a shiver and she'll kiss his head, then she'll whisper to him how much she loves him and begin to entangle her fingers in his short hair and massage his nape and back of his ears. Harvey's body will weigh more and more against her and he will be too lost in his wife and the sensations enveloping him: her hands calming him, her chest rising and falling calmly by her breathing, her heartbeat under his ear, and his head buried in the soft flesh of her breasts, those who arouse him, but also those who give him the most peace in the world.

There is no time in the day when he feels more cared for, more at peace, more loved, or more relaxed. Sometimes his relaxation is so deep that he lets some tears escape from his eyes and moisten the skin of his wife, who by feeling it, fills his forehead with sweet kisses as he clings more to her, with his arms surrounding her waist.

Over the years, first from the other time and then in the years that they have spent together as a couple, her breasts are no longer as turgid as when she was younger and contrary to what he could have thought, he loves them much more now; he loves as he can mold her breasts into his hands when they have sex, and he really loves as he can mold them under his head and make them his best pillow, his safe place.

And Donna loves Harvey let himself be loved and cared for in that way. She loves that he will allow himself to feel vulnerable with her, let him collapse, and let himself feel, knowing that if she is with him, he will always be protected. Donna loves that all versions of Harvey pass through her breasts, the wild when both need to release tensions, the sweet when they make love, and the most vulnerable when he needs to seek refuge from the world.

Because no one loves Donna's breasts more than Harvey Specter.