Post-Canon

It's Saturday, and the sun is about to fall; they have spent all day at home after a rather tiring week in the office, as they had worked some hours more than they were used to since they lived on the other side of the country. They had had breakfast in bed and advanced several episodes of the series that they were watching together, curled into each other.

Harvey didn't let Donna get out of bed without making love to her and after sharing a shower, they had settled into the couch, where they had continued with their series while they had lunch with some reheated food. Donna had advanced with her book with her feet on Harvey's lap while he watched something on tv that she hadn't even paid attention to.

Later, she snuggled into him and fell asleep on his shoulder, which led him to fall asleep as well and they woke up somewhat startled and their bodies numb, so they decided to go for a while to the back garden with coffee cups and a snack. After that, Donna had told him it was time for her to start preparing herself, without giving him time to respond. Harvey had no idea what she was talking about, he assumed she would have some plan with Rachel that she had mentioned and he had forgotten, in that case, he knew it was better not to ask, to avoid some silly discussion of the style: You don't pay me attention when I'm speaking.

So, he had simply gone inside the house and set out to tidy up some files he had to, taking advantage of the fact that apparently, he would be alone for at least a few hours.

He doesn't notice when Donna approaches him, wearing one of her dresses, heels, and makeup. "You're not ready yet, Harvey?" she snorts, putting her hands on her waist.

"Ready for what?" he frowns.

"We have to leave in 10 minutes." She continues to speak in a bossy tone.

"Wait, Donna. What are you talking about?" he doesn't really understand what's happening.

"But you don't see that I'm ready and you don't?"

"Ready for what, Donna?" he starts to feel nervous.

"Go and change your clothes. I chose a suit, a tie, everything, because I knew this would happen."

Harvey is increasingly baffled. The times they choose clothes together, they do it more like a sexy game. She never prepares his clothes. Damn, he's an adult and can do it for himself. "Can you stop speaking alone and participate in the conversation? "

"You never remember anything, Harvey!" she says and her eyes fill with tears, while she removes her heels and leaves them aside.

"Wait, wait..." Harvey wants to approach her.

"Can you change your clothes?" Donna sobs.

"Okay, I will. You can only tell me for what?" he murmurs, laying his arms on hers.

Donna drops a tear and closes her eyes for a second. "Go, now."

Harvey lets himself be defeated, more confused with each passing second. "Ok, Donna." He responds and after giving her a kiss on her forehead with an affectionate squeeze in her arms, he heads towards the room.

As soon as Harvey turns, Donna covers her mouth with her hand to hold back a laugh, and, after taking a breath, she follows him. "Wait, wait!" she laughs.

"What?" he turns to look at her, already too upset.

"If you want to go change and take me to dinner, you can do it, but we don't have to go anywhere." She shrugs and can see how fury takes control of her husband. He simply turns around and follows his path, although not to change his clothes, but to avoid yelling at her something that he will repent of. "No, no, wait!" she runs and hugs him from behind, her arms falling in front of his shoulders.

"Get out of here, Donna!" he snorts.

She giggles. "Are you angry?"

"What do you think?" he lets go of her and folds his arms.

Donna walks quickly until she stands face to face with him. "And what do you think? That you are the only one who can make heavy jokes here?"

"You made me believe you were crying!"

Donna bites her lower lip, guilty. "The actress has decided to go out. I'm sorry."

"Yes, sure!" he says, not being able to look at her.

She hooks her hands into his arms, which are still crossed in front of his body. "It was a joke!"

"A little more elaborate than mine, don't you think? You've changed, you've become more pretty..." He says, and Donna can't keep her heart from melting. "For a moment I came to believe that I was forgetting some anniversary and that I was digging my own grave!"

Donna laughs out loud. "You have never forgotten our anniversaries."

"Fear doesn't allow me to forget them."

She laughs again. "Do you forgive me?"

"You have been cruel."

She stands on tiptoes, and staying in balance with her hands on him, gives him a sweet kiss on his lips. "Do you forgive me?" she whispers against his lips.

"I don't know." He growls, and she giggles silly, still on his lips.

"Please." She insists, her hands walking upon his arms, crawling on his skin until her fingers are inside the sleeves of his black t-shirt. "You should have realized it was a joke when I told you I had prepared your clothes for you because that will never happen."

Harvey lowers his arms and holds her to him by her waist. "Are you sure this was a joke and not a way to say you want to go out to dinner?"

"It wasn't, but I mean, I'm ready if you want to do it." She shrugs.

"Yes, of course." He growls against her lips as he lowers his hands to her hips and pinches her. Donna gives a high-pitched scream, and he laughs. "That's a joke, not cry."

"Oh God… Did I make you feel very guilty?"

"Yes." He makes her rotate until her back is against his torso. His right hand lowers and locks her hands behind her back. "So we won't leave this room for a long time. Forget about dining out."

Donna feels a wave of adrenaline hitting her as the grip of his fits on her wrists and makes her fall into bed. She represses a mischievous smile. Things have turned out exactly as she expected.