Post-Canon

As always when they decide to watch something on TV together, Donna ends up snuggled and screwed into her husband, who wraps her with his arms and lets her settle against him until she finds a comfortable position, even if he's uncomfortable, he doesn't mind, having his wife like this is one of the most enjoyable feelings in the world.

Usually, television only becomes a background sound, and both are absorbed by each other. Donna strokes him with her fingertips where she reaches, while Harvey plays with her hair between his fingers. Their breathings become calmer, their bodies become heavier and their bodies' heat wraps them.

She's the first to close her eyes, feeling Harvey's body under her own and his arms surrounding her, his fingers tangled in her hair and the sound of the TV in the background relaxes her so much that usually falls asleep there. Harvey notices it because her fingers stop moving on him, but he doesn't care, because just having Donna Paulsen relaxed in his arms is more than he had dared to imagine. Harvey covers her with a blanket that they have on the couch and waits for the show or movie to finish, and then wakes her up carefully. He had tried to take her to bed, but she gets angry if she can't do her nighttime routine with her countless beauty products, so he chooses this option.

"Donna..." He mutters with his lips against her forehead. "You have fallen asleep again." He adds, smiling against her skin, but she just purrs and clings more to him. "Do you want me to take you to bed this time?" he whispers. "Only if you promise me not to be angry tomorrow."

"I already removed my makeup. Nothing will happen if I don't use my creams for a day." She babbles.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure." Harvey smiles and gives her a heartfelt kiss on her head, then removes the blanket that was covering her and wants to move so that he can get up and then lift her in his arms, but in the middle of his movements, she realizes that her hair has tangled in his beard and she feels a pull. "Harvey!" she complains, with no choice but to open her eyes. He has been left in the middle of a movement and his position is somewhat funny to her.

"You have become entangled in my beard. I'm sorry." He mutters guilty, as he tries to get rid of his wife's red hair. "Either way, it's your fault. You've asked me not to shave during this holiday." He says as he makes sure he's done with his task and stands up.

She smiles at him and arranges her hair vaguely. "I love your beard." She says and stands up too, in front of him, and scratches his beard with her fingers. "It makes you look very sexy."

Harvey smiles smugly and wraps her around the waist, bringing her closer to his body. "So you think I'm sexy?"

"I thought you already knew it." She says, raising her eyebrow and landing her hands on his worked biceps.

Harvey lets his forehead rests against hers and squeezes her hips with his hands. "You're right." He giggles softly against her lips and gives her a brief kiss there.

"You have made me awake now." She snorts.

Harvey shrugs, seeing absolutely no problem in that fact. "Well, maybe you can show me how sexy I am tonight." He murmurs against her neck, clinging to her more to his body. "My beard inspired you a lot last night."

She bites her lower lip and gives him a wet kiss behind his ear that makes him shudder. "Start walking towards the bedroom, Mr. Specter."